Starting a thread of tiny poems

[Captain Pike]

I sat dazed and thought,
what would it be like:
to be a guy in a wheelchair
driving a high powered trike!?

[symphony]

Wow, what a deep thought , sad though!
I liked it !

*bow*

[AuntShecky]

Prompt

If your personality
excludes punctuality,
a flaw your friends berate
morning, night, and noon,
remind them that joy
often comes too late
and death always comes too soon.

[poetjo]

Blessing

You are
a prayer
in my
heart.

[alakungfu]

Throe Back on Destiny

It's now or never
Now to treasure
Never to know
How not to resist.

[blp]

It's always been so
always

[alakungfu]

Perspective Is The World’s Own Digital Control Panel

Contemplation doesn't make the review. It merely rates the price of submission, contemplation, that is.

[qimissung]

surreptitiously
gliding, glissading, sliding
down the snowy
slope of a busy
day

[qimissung]

Gee, I think these are fun! Will someone come and play again?


gracias, mi hijo hermoso

por un dia de
calma, silencio, y serenidad

te amo

[qimissung]

the rain, the rain coming
down, down on this dark night,
dark night of the heart, the heart
will break will,
will it find a way?

[alakungfu]

Innuendo

Kissing the tiles of capacity
Beneath the trudge of notice
Over the head of wit
A loaded package of intent --
and definitive labour of love

[lucidnightmares]

what was lost
though never found
never left...

[jikan myshkin]

still

is the water

as i lie

unmoving

[AdoreroDio]

a final breath
escapes parted lips

Do not forget.

[alakungfu]

Reflect

ripple
where it starts
and where it ends
matters
not
of released
lake pools

[qimissung]

be strong
oh frightened mouse-child
that which was lost
and that which was never found
still lurks in your heart


(with a tip of the hat to lucid nightmares; I really like that kind of conundrum)

[khall12807]

-Betrayal-

Your superior smirk;
Plunge deep thy knife

[phoebelll25]

Personality

Cause you've got personality-
walk-
personality
talk-
personality
smile-
personality
charm-
personality
love-
cause you've got a great big heart

[Deathbycupcake]

There was a little
boy who used to
stuff a pillow up
his shirt and tell
strangers on the street
he was pregnant until
a man took him by the hand
and left him outside an
abortion clinic so
he put the pillow on the doorstep and
two decades later had
fertility problems
with his wife.

[qimissung]

taste the blood and fire,
go and be a falling star,
traverse the challenge,
fantastical, weary knight,
beating ruby heart in hand

[Tiny Dancer]

There is a ache in my chest
which will not go away
right next to my heart
and there it will stay

He left in the morning
but don't you see
he left something behind
that thing was me

[Silven]

There was a little
boy who used to
stuff a pillow up
his shirt and tell
strangers on the street
he was pregnant until
a man took him by the hand
and left him outside an
abortion clinic so
he put the pillow on the doorstep and
two decades later had
fertility problems
with his wife.

Have I missed the meaning of this?


______________
Anyway, here is my submission:

Restore silence in a perfect world
Where perfect world may not work
Only speech is the fabric which unfurl
Millions of years of evolution lurk

[rtc143]

Oh, what splendid differences you have!
How about a war?

[mazHur]

Originally Posted by Deathbycupcake View Post
There was a little
boy who used to
stuff a pillow up
his shirt and tell
strangers on the street
he was pregnant until
a man took him by the hand
and left him outside an
abortion clinic so
he put the pillow on the doorstep and
two decades later had
fertility problems
with his wife.

very amusing!:)

[Silven]

very amusing!:)

So now I know it is meant to be very amusing.

I still don't get it!

Sorry to sound silly, can anyone explain it in rough terms?

Is it a "cry wolf" scenario? or something else?

mazHur, can you explain?

[mazHur]

Is it a "cry wolf" scenario? or something else?

mazHur, can you explain?

A little bit of this, A little bit of that!

the boy 'cried wolf' too long to excite lioness's interest!;)

[alakungfu]

Story Bodes

summer solstice
soothing poltice
after rains intruding, thoughtless

fall equinox
confused paradox
leaving a times-weathering flumox

[alakungfu]

Liver and Olives

be it so humble
my trident for a hackneyed
ultra-light slogan
a storey for the learned
and short among us

[Dark Muse]

I was lost
before
I was found

[alakungfu]

quorum

the trickle-down effect
necessitates quantum
lief

[Dark Muse]

Scream into the wind
release my sin
feel the rage
feed my blood
slip away and give in
to the sleeping one
starved and hungry
ready to feed

It feels so good
to take the backseat
and play awhile
in this other skin
that has no bounds
and laughs and grins

Taste the pain
upon another's lips
and let the reign
within the wild tempest

Let loose the chains
and fear not the shadow
but embrace
the chaotic power.

[alakungfu]

torrential forecast
forming
precipitous storm clouds
en route
to ominous
clay
structural
establishment

[alakungfu]

Shade of Regret

Surreptitious lapse the clouds at night,
A howl unearthly pervades the stillness;
A mournful spectre craves the light
And veers into the moon’s stray brilliance .
A touch of dolor wanes remiss
That springs from spent sweet labours,
Or wretched eloquent favours
Evincing fruit! Lo! Intriguing savours!

[Dark Muse]

A rising tide
rages within

Journey to
tranqulity
while the storm
blows

[alakungfu]

Loosely Speaking

gleaning lust
that waxing golden globe
of daylight
releasing into a
light and breezy
pattern
of mounting gossip
that edges
halfway into the workaday.

[AuntShecky]

In Cold Pursuit


The November wind chased
leaves of late-turning oak
through the puddled parking lot.
Like brown and furry creatures
they skedaddled and skipped
without looking back, and some
took flight like startled birds.

[alakungfu]

Rustic Soul

The other side of loveliness
Lives the brut of chivalry
Doused in inert timeliness
By the berth of reverie.
Where does the portent lead the sylph
That traipses the lip afforded
Of fluttering fens and casual drifts
That the light of days recorded.

[firefangled]

In Cold Pursuit


The November wind chased
leaves of late-turning oak
through the puddled parking lot.
Like brown and furry creatures
they skedaddled and skipped
without looking back, and some
took flight like startled birds.

These are simple but marvelous images, Auntie. From now on when I see the autumn leaves rise in a gust, I will think of this poem.

[Mr.K]

.......

[alakungfu]

Stippling

Inveterate breezes
braising the bronzing bodies
under a blazing sun
riposting wry penchants for
easy cheer, light ease

[Dark Muse]

Smile bitter flowers
the salt is in the wound
while the thorns bleed

[alakungfu]

Infinitive Key

mirrored reflections
echoed affectatiously
effecting fervor
but not sharp restless passion,
reduced in mixed parts
rather, as instinct beckons
and precludes reply

[Dark Muse]

Has my love
become a scentless rose
each time I grasp
I feel the thorns
but at least I know
my blood is true.

[alakungfu]

Muffled Pass

rough rides the gale
battling through the
mysticism of the redwood floor
disturbing no hint of stature
but diffusing a slight resounding echo
in the close dulcet din
observing
return
without
this plywood of fortune

[AuntShecky]

Super Absorbent

They said I was a sponge,
sopping up resources
of parents, siblings, spouse.

I soaked up everything –
what they said
and how they said it,

saving it all for further use.
Want to see?
Just give me a squeeze.

[firefangled]

Super Absorbent

They said I was a sponge,
sopping up resources
of parents, siblings, spouse.

I soaked up everything –
what they said
and how they said it,

saving it all for further use.
Want to see?
Just give me a squeeze.

Squeezing you, Auntie, hoping for another of these. I loved it!

[alakungfu]

Light-hearted

Beautiful
and unloved

Bearable
when ungloved

Dissonant
as a feather

Independent
of the weather

A slow decanter
of privileged means

A tiny dancer
iof intimate scenes.

[qimissung]

Light-hearted

Beautiful
and unloved

Bearable
when ungloved

Dissonant
as a feather

Independent
of the weather

A slow decanter
of privileged means

A tiny dancer
iof intimate scenes.


alakungfu, small, but perfectly perportioned!

[qimissung]

here's to the silence
of spring, of rain and flowers
and the sky blooming with clouds

black morning
coffee in hand, I gaze down on
cars aswarm in rain and headlights

an old dog left to mourn
his bewilderment and grief
echo coldly off the cement walls

[alakungfu]

rich fields deliver
silver meadows soon reflect
choice evening proceeds

[Shruti Amar]

oh! that mystic moon
appearing as a prophet of love
guiding me through this turbulent world

[alakungfu]

nice poem
well-written
making me wish
I was smitten

[andave_ya]

Leaves of gold
Covered my cold grave
With promise of the spring-time
Soon to come.

[alakungfu]

What hangs in the balance
but levity
the lighter, the better.

[AuntShecky]

Running Out of Esteem

It’s a lie that liquid courage flows
With whiskey, ale, and port.
Why can’t they bottle confidence
and sell it by the quart?

[alakungfu]

hungry eyes
profiles of slow memories
wasting space

[Ebonon]

Everytime I dream of you,
I almost wake up to hold your hand
...someday I would do it before you go

[alakungfu]

Hippocampus

bred in the bone
or
bred in the blood,
loved by the son
or
lost to the sea,
pearl of the Muses
or
quarry of the Naiads,
shrill of the Trident
or
quest of Diana.
Pegasus --
client or suppliant?

For just a parquet rivulet.

[alakungfu]

Future time travel --
Traffic slate --
Past-times
Then substantiate . . .
Revelations
Denigrate;
Prepubescence
Spurns its fate.

[alakungfu]

: am I

[PoemsEulogy]

She lied that she loved me,
She lied to you, too
And we had what each other wanted.

[AuntShecky]

No Show

For years I hung
around by the door,
as cobwebs clung
from ceiling to floor.

All stayed the same
through lures and strange stunts.
the knock never came –
not even once.

[mazHur]

very sad poem, Aunt. Are you okay?

[balehead]

The clock ticking on the wall
endless circles similar to those
made by a pebble flicked into a lonely pond,
without meaning,
time,
counting down..

[AuntShecky]

The clock ticking on the wall
endless circles similar to those
made by a pebble flicked into a lonely pond,
without meaning,
time,
counting down..

This reminds me of the beautiful image near the close of Pope's immortal poem, "An Essay on Man."
If you haven't already read it, you really should. It's probably available on-line.

[Zeniyama]

The call of light
shouts out bright:

"Come my children,
do not dispair;
life will be better
in my golden hair."

The little ones came
and saw it was true,
and so they followed the sun
to begin life anew.

[ntropyincarnate]

Silently,
silently, not a sound
must they hear of the tears
unbidden, that betray
to the eyes of the world
(unsympathetic)
secret sorrow.
I hide and i bury myself
in silence.

[balehead]

This reminds me of the beautiful image near the close of Pope's immortal poem, "An Essay on Man."
If you haven't already read it, you really should. It's probably available on-line.

I took your advice, and read it - I am honoured to have my work of two seconds mentioned within the same sentence as such a poem

[alakungfu]

fluent oversight

in a sightless realm

where sense is intangible

and the realms are defined

by validated rationalizations

[DanielBenoit]

Plastic, pizza
Cardboard, boxes

[AuntShecky]

Plastic, pizza
Cardboard, boxes


Suggested title: "Which one of these things doesn't belong?" Of course, supermarket frozen pizza and cardboard are more or less synonymous.

[alakungfu]

restoring a slight
in a vexatious manner
of wit and good will

[AuntShecky]

I just noticed that some really good verse that's in the blogs should get a wider audience. This one is just
lovely:

http://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?bt=41678

[atiguhya padma]

Death is the inevitable destination
There is no rest, no transition
Time falls upon us like autumn
And we know winter will show no mercy
We walk a path towards that time
When our mouth will no longer close
Breath escaping into nothingness
I should feel sadness and loss
But my emptiness just leaves me numb
In the face of an endless determination.

[alakungfu]

crumbling rod of gaunt
exposure blows ont the mists'
leaky glass gaskets

[AuntShecky]

Nuts

They mock me,
those empty shells
scattered on the ground.

A hundred times
I scanned the trees
all the way from top to down:

nope – nothing growing.

Some shrewd squirrel
has bested me,
who'd hunted by the book.

Rewards don't come
through serendipity,

but merely knowing

where to look.

[alakungfu]

The clouds parted and the world could see
Far above the earth
With leaves of laurel framing its lea,
The cherished bed of birth
of eternity, running now
to its home in bounding hills.

The glimpse of raptures was ravished over
even as it rose
And life and death greeted one another
Somewhere amidst the throes.
In starry clusters they would fleetly bow
and part by Destiny’s quills.

[atiguhya padma]

Sometimes the sky is stretched with possibilities
clouds converge and cast their diverse shade of colour
I am a traveller, this is my time, my trespassing
Upon the landscapes that lie scattered through my past life
They rise like rainclouds from the residue of memory
And transfix me in this topography of thought
Whispers and wafers of this world will rinse
Through my waking hours, with an aching wanderlust for ways
to escape into the endless possibilities of ethereal dream

[hack]

I know is the incorrect answer
to an infinite number of questions

[hack]

haikus are easy
but sometimes they don't make sense
refrigerator

-anonymous-

[AuntShecky]

haikus are easy
but sometimes they don't make sense
refrigerator

-anonymous-

I love this!

[tailor STATELY]

I love short poems. I get overwhelmed, and sometimes bored, by longer crafted works; and suffer myself to bail, even upon reading a grand poem, if there are no white space line breaks.

Much of my 'poetry' was contrived in the "Poetry in Motion" and Haiku contests by (you know), so, most of my work is very brief (incoherent at times - but brief); epitome(s) if you will.

A baker's dozen (not including my sig) from the humble works of tailor STATELY:


Listen

Give pause
to thine
humble prayers
Turn thy
mind's thoughts
to God's love
... and listen

11-1-2005

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The Sanctuary of Tears



There is

sanctuary

in tears

though a

cold comfort

silent in

its solace

be found

10-4-2005

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AtAraxis


Be not thus deceived
Lest you disparage your worth

Rouse not the tiger

7-23-2005

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Winternacht

Autumn foregone
through days darken

The moon peeps
through trees
snow laden

Cold starry night

4-16-2005

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Moonbeam-Dreams

Rhythmically the ocean rolls
Welcoming a summer moon
Evoking moonbeam-dreams
Of love's fleeting nights

12-29-2004

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Love & Death

Love
death
Bitter
tears
Hush
this
pain
encaged in my
icy breast
O Lord
Release my crippled heart

12-4-2006

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The Silvered Pane



Step into

my glass

asylum

The journey

descending

the depths

of memories

midst wanting

and weeping

and pain

9-9-2006

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Repose

A bench
in the shadows
of the mimosa tree
a shimmering quiet found
a delicious serenity

2-14-2004

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All Your Base...

The Oort Cloud men
Teach of the
Planets of the sun
As ten

10-11-2006

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Snow Day

Aloft
so softly
the snow
floats and
flutters dusting
rushing children
ecstatic
in airy play

1-22-2008

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Mi


Misty minded mi
Like fog-bound branch of frail tree

Touch doth make me weep

5-28-2008

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Sundow'n

D' bass dey hide now
leav'n dem d' shallows be
nite-time he'ya soon

3-18-2004

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Respite

Underneathe bright azure
sky spun desire
The winds of love hesitated
breathless by a flower

1-1-2008

© tailor STATELY

[hack]

Beautiful work tailor. Taylor is a family name. My brother's middle name, my grandfathers middle name( his given first name was Doctor, as in 7th son of a 7th son ), and though my father has no first or middle name, only initials, his middle initial is, ostensibly, in lieu of Taylor. Anyway, wonderful stuff cousin.

My God won't fit in your tiny box
Is that your voice, or an upper case VOX ?

[atiguhya padma]

I feel so alone
Now your body's gone
Dispersed, disconnected

[hack]

rhythmic halting gait
mantis sways on trembling leaf
a tiny green prayer

[alakungfu]

Dark Matter

The meaning of life
is meaning, hot shot!



Pot Shot

school of hard knocks
in a varnished nutshell



Cynic's Stage

the faculty staircase
that ascends from the depths

[Niamh]

They are great Tailor!

[hack]

In Homage

a tiny web
at cathedral door
a small devotion
laid at God's feet

[alakungfu]

Overkill

ultimatum of the sexes
-kiss the other cheek

[hack]

Unmourned

Love is made of stars and written quick
Lacking only the knowledge of its own death
A spade the muse that bids it farewell
Planted in infertile ground, unmarked, unmourned

[Mrig]

...

I once saw the Blue in your eyes,
Your eyelids entangled me
I once came to this forbidden horizon
and never went back!

[alakungfu]

Immediate Gratification

mirage on the beach
emblematic trickle dunk
crossed dream of a tree

[changelingchild]

Face pressed to the pillow
I try to die to day
To get back to my dreams
Before they slip away

[hack]

I do believe a cow could ski
But she would do it fearfully
Not with elan, as you and me
But, oh what damage to a tree

[hack]

when the planets all stop spinning
and hurtle toward the sun

and all of man's stone temples
topple over one by one

will it all be plain then that
their gods protecting earth

did not give a tinker's damn
about man's death or birth

[hack]

In these, our quintessential days,
While each dead sinner hopes and prays
And Heaven's server freezes up
And backlogs our anointing cup

In queue we wait, with patience thin
And wonder, will God let us in?
Or is this it, forever thus,
To stand in Heaven's line and cuss?

[DanielBenoit]

"Hey I'm going out to get a steak."


"Aren't you going to eat fish? It's Friday."

"Oh yeah."



Taken by day
By day



Like rotten
Fruit buried
In the
Heat of the sun



Coffee is overhead
and planes fly by



Hegel’s not deep
I can understand Hegel
Hegel’s not deep

I have spent sleepless nights



Flaring fire
Blown out
Out—, soon
Face—, look
Through eyes;
In paper
ON sheet



He said to her;


"Can I tell you something?"

"What is it?"


"Hello."

[hack]

a little love
a little squalor
a little sty
where I can waller

[tailor STATELY]

@hack

l
o
l

[Babyguile]

Lover, if

...you were a parched orange
I'd rather let you die whole and bright
Than see all your zest dwindle, little by little
And peal away
Slow and sticky
As you struggle to cling
To the roots of your tree

[hack]

Down Under

I know he acted ginger,
as God would want him to,
when Noah tucked his asps in
a pouch of Kangaroo

[AuntShecky]

Uncharacteristically for upstate New York, we're only getting light snow today, unlike residents of the lower Mid-Atlantic states unaccustomed to measuring snowfall in feet, not inches. The following ditty is dedicated to the good people of Maryland and the District of Columbia:

If the snow ever stops,
we can quit warming our hands 'round a steaming cup,
start opening the door and setting free our skittish pup
who'll sniff the lawn 'til grasses poke up their tops
if the snow ever stops,
if the snow ever stops.

[firefangled]

If the snow ever stops,
we can quit warming our hands 'round a steaming cup,
start opening the door and setting free our skittish pup
who'll sniff the lawn 'til grasses poke up their tops
if the snow ever stops,
if the snow ever stops.

I like the subtle battle in the lines between the snow and the thaw, with the snow still winning out in the end. Nicely done, Auntie!

[hack]

beneath that cog
another broke
a wheel spun free
and missed a stroke

our love entire
though God had spoke
began to grind
and give off smoke

with hearts ablaze
a funeral pyre
and no alarm
to fight the fire

languid complaint
as Nero's lyre
we stood and watched
the blazing bier

prodding embers
in afterthought
what once was love
is not so hot

[PrinceMyshkin]

A kiss,
a spat,
and love goes down the toilet.

[hack]

I don't understand this spinning earth
or comprehend a lepton's worth,
but in my world it's plain to see
the universe encircles me.

[Babyguile]

^ I liked this so much that I actually laughed and got some strange looks.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I don't understand this spinning earth
or comprehend a lepton's worth,
but in my world it's plain to see
the universe encircles me.


The universe around you
searched long until it found you.
Though you may have a wandering foot,
I suggest you just stay put!

[Revolte]

The universe around you
searched long until it found you.
Though you may have a wandering foot,
I suggest you just stay put!


But if he does
you will see
his legs will shrink,
and knees will weak.

[BienvenuJDC]

With respect to Robert Burns style of common things...

The armored clad
with boxy shape
the little lad
the winged cape

with fearful gaze
six bony legs
a look of craze
stationed dregs

admired not
less than slug
a caustic shot
a Stink Bug

[nipper]

I realy do love these things. Never did hear of them till now though.

Sleep.
Slow in coming.
Restless night.
On the way

[hillwalker]

Orgasms are spasms
most ladies delight in.....
except female wrestlers
who fake 'em when fightin'

[hack]

Memory
of autumn,
brittle grass
broken by the wind.

I stood once
pushing my face
toward Heaven,
only once.

[AuntShecky]

B. Y. O. B.

The heavy wind didn't drag down
the airiness of the dance,
nor did the rain dampen
the delight in their songs.

Goldfinches bring the sun
wherever they go, and when
they throw a party, the invitations say:
“Bring your own beams.”

[AuntShecky]

The Royal "We"

Forget for a moment
that Satan used it
referring to himself;

instead remember how
serviceable it was
for emperors and kings,

not to mention that
present-day celebs
can pluralize

their egos, while
simultaneously
humbling themselves.

Hey, if it was good
enough for Show Business,
it’s good enough for -
us.

[Babyguile]

The Royal "We"

Forget for a moment
that Satan used it
referring to himself;

instead remember how
serviceable it was
for emperors and kings,

not to mention that
present-day celebs
can pluralize

their egos, while
simultaneously
humbling themselves.

Hey, if it was good
enough for Show Business,
it’s good enough for -
us.

Wow this is brill :nod:

[PrinceMyshkin]

We celebrate your latest poem.
By “we” I mean myself
and Gus and Edna.

If each of us were we,
imagine what a multitude
we’d be!

But excuse us now
as each of us, on his or her own,
have need to use the ‘throne’.

[Hawkman]

We are amused.

[AuntShecky]

Thank you Dave and Hawkman, but Prince, your retort is 100% -- no make that MLB-style 110% -- better than ours.

[Hawkman]

Slaves

Born in fetters
raised in chains
in death only
freedom gained.

Born in palace
clothed in silk
by ritual and convention
maimed.

[krymsonkyng]

Lover leaver, smile eater
had a life but wouldn't keep her
put her through a special hell
and there he left her, so unwell.

[Hawkman]

No new verses
no new thoughts
no new fancies
no new ports

no new missions
no new words
no new visions
no new birds

[hack]

the sparkles hanging overhead
are stillborn worlds, God's tiny dead

[AuntShecky]

Summer Shower

In the field, the namesakes
of Queen Anne held high
their lacy parasols,

while on the hill, the mute
trumpets of daylilies blared
with orange melodies.

[hack]

In the Stillness of Herat

Herat, of the Moon,
The Night Lit Citadel,
where Alexander's regaling laugh
trails still, unbound, unconquered.

Where Jami wrote of seven thrones,
and now Nazemi crows out
silent white flowers,
a mute village rooster at dawn.

[tailor STATELY]

One to share originally posted in a word-game thread:

raInBOW

some might see
the pot o' gold
i see the rainbow

7/26/2010

[hack]

Boanerges

Sons of Zebedee
steeled for the fight,
armored in faith,
spurred by the severed head
of The Baptist

Then, by sacrifice,
faith transformed,
swords withdrawn,
and tempest becalmed

By the Good News
of The Nazarene,
and by the gentle
hands of Marys,
they were all named Mary

[angliholic]

When Zephyr calls,
the wind bell,
hanging from the ceiling,
will ring.

When you visit,
my heart,
pining away for longing,
will sing.

[tailor STATELY]

Wonderful poems precede me.

My offering:


The Long Night

O sleep, how cold
To cast away the daydream
And bring forth the nightmare
Evermore

tailor STATELY
10/7/2010

[iamnobody]

Drowning
No land in sight
Every minute a struggle
A gasp for air
Why must it always be
So hard

Then

The sun touches my face
And a breeze kisses my cheek
And I take a deep breath
(of the kiss that smells of earth and leaves)
And I smile

[AuntShecky]

On Top of Your List

I want to be that essential item,
one you're always running out
to pick up, like milk or bread.

Look for me prominently displayed
among the nail clippers, tiny books
of astrology, and packs of gum
near the front registers --

so you won't forget.

[solaris]

thought
in all its glory -
a threadbare leaf
against a bright blue sky

[solaris]

high in the tree-tops
birds prattle and whistle
one eye on the cat below

[jajdude]

Circumloquacious,
it's a word,
or so I've heard,
but by the way and er didn't ya know
well
gotta be going now

[AuntShecky]

Before It Gets Old

Pink skies admit no hint of cold despair,
for winter never dazzles more than now–
with crystal jewels accenting your hair
like pendant pine cones on a balsam bough.

[YesNo]

Bazookas are what Billy wants,
But World Peace suits Paul, I fear.
They both want Betty, sweet and hot,
But she reminds me both have got
Restraining orders signed last year.

[moonbird]

I wonder
if they'd recognize me
stripped of my
black clothes
and dark makeup.

[AuntShecky]

My Rainbow’s Ripped

My rainbow’s ripped and has a hole
where no rainbow hole has a right to be.
It’s ragged and runny
in dull skies so unsunny.
But a ripped rainbow
is better than no rainbow,
and good enough, I know,
for the likes of me.

[AuntShecky]

Disunited State


America, you keep breaking
my heart with your stars
and many-spangled dreams,
just like some dashing guy
who buys me drinks
and pledges to call
but never does.

[Delta40]

Indigestion and sleep
are poor bedmates.
Acid reflux
rises in my dreams
and haunts me like
a spicy late night pizza

[AuntShecky]

The Creative Process: Mission Creep

First imagine, then define.
Ok? No. Cross out, refine.
How quick the devising,
how slow the revising:
over and over
rewriting the line.

[YesNo]

Abusers love to push and pout
And cause you consternation.
Just laugh inside each time they shout:
You'll up their medication.

[Hawkman]

Me, caught in swirling currents,
swept along, in need,
you shot me a line
and I reached for it.
But you were only the last straw
and just a broken reed.

[munkinhead]

I knew this girl,
back in Modesto.
She was in a band,
Surfin' the Short Bus.
Retro-Punk-Gospel
sort of a thing.
An acquired taste
for sure.

Her name was Raveena.
Sweet thing,
trapped in a man's body
she said.

I last saw her in Salt Lake.
She says the Mormons love her.
Me? I like the singin'.

[AuntShecky]

This thread has been inactive since last June. So I'm BUMPING it in the hopes some
LitNutters will post some zesty tiny poems.

[YesNo]

Long ago we had a clock
That did a tick and then a tock.

[cacian]

looking back
so long are gone the sound we made
the games we used to play and take to heart
as much as we could give we did
so long is near to us as here
our memories are made of these

[AuntShecky]

Keep 'em comin'!

[Paulclem]

Invigilating an Exam

Today, whilst invigilating an exam,
I wished that I was in Durham.
Climbing up the highest tower,
But I was in mathematics' power.

I wrote this on the notes made by the Maths Tutor. She probably thinks I'm an idiot. :biggrinjester:

[AuntShecky]

Thanks for posting these above. ^^^^^

Keep them coming!

Here's a shortie from way back in 08:

Juris Imprudence

A lawyer was often tossed out of courts
for exposing his own jokey shorts --
which took a toll on his beliefs
that wittiness is the soul of briefs.


AuntShecky
"A Louse in the Locks of Literature."

[YesNo]

Invigilating an Exam

I had to look up "invigilating". I wasn't sure what you were doing to the exam, but then I realized you were "proctoring" or "monitoring" it. It then made sense. :)

Anyway, here's some nonsense to keep the thread going:



Cat, Dog or Lamb

My cat is like a dog to me:
She follows where I go.
Or, maybe like a lamb to me
As Mary ought to know.

[Paulclem]

I had to look up "invigilating". I wasn't sure what you were doing to the exam, but then I realized you were "proctoring" or "monitoring" it. It then made sense. :)



I always wondered what a proctor was, (in the nanosecond between reading and moving on). It sounded like something medical ... which I've just looked up- so to speak - and realised I was confusing proctor with proctology.

After invigilating that exam, and observing the examinations officer, I think there is a link in that you have, by necessity, to be a bit anal. Get the paperwork wrong and you're up the creek.

Mary had a little lamb,
She also had a goat.
The lamb was very jealous, though,
And had it by the throat.

Apologies for that.

[YesNo]

Mary had a little lamb,
She also had a goat.
The lamb was very jealous, though,
And had it by the throat.

Nice one. :)

I think I might have posted this somewhere before, but here it goes again. I doubt that it's a "poem", but I'm not sure what they are anyway.



Mary Had a Little Lamb

for lunch.

[cacian]

smiles are inside rays
they shine with every light
and give you simple highs
laughter is joyful sound
it moves the mundane morns
to lighter perfect feels
it makes your life
a mere
silhouette of demure
that fits your every lure
and brings you presents pure

[Paulclem]

Becoming Invisible

Few people will notice me
As I grow older
Till an ageing alien
Goes shrieking the street down
In geriatric protest
Older and bolder
But again invisi......

[YesNo]

One Child's Gift to Another

The ring she gave was made of lead
And broke one lonely day.
"It has no worth," the jeweler said.
He'll keep it anyway.

[Paulclem]

Cherry Blossom

The cherry blossom falls
Like a memory of snow
Eulogised
By the promise of Spring.

[cacian]

surprises from within
are drops of golden scents
they irridate in love
in feelings and in words
surprises are sublime
when given from within

[Mutatis-Mutandis]

I once saw a man
Walking down the street.
I laughed at him
Because he had big feet.

[YesNo]

Staying

Be careful that you do not step in love.
Who knows what boisterous Bill was thinking of
Before his Katie smiled at him that day
And for some reason didn't step away.

[Paulclem]

I once saw a man
Walking down the street.
I laughed at him
Because he had big feet.

Then he loped up to me
With his great big face,
And with the sweetest voice
Said I had no grace.

[Hawkman]

Kunst Wille

Another year older and closer to death,
I’m writing this down to save my breath.
Can’t spare a thought for the future or past
But live for the now and the scotch in my glass.

What of tomorrow? It never comes -
I might as well sit and just twiddle my thumbs.
According to quantum there’s someone like me
Out in the multiverse having a spree,

I on the other hand, failed quite badly,
Except when I’m writing or typing so madly.
Why do I bother? Well, Lord alone knows;
It’s just the compulsion comes up from my toes.

[YesNo]

Dino Dinner

Eaten by a dinosaur that didn't die but should have,
I didn't run although I know in retrospect I could have.

[AuntShecky]

These are great fun to read. Please keep 'em comin'.

[Paulclem]

In the Supermarket at the Automated Checkout

It seems a little strange I know
To say "thank you" before I go
At what is just a grand machine,
But I don't care much if I'm seen.

You can hear "thank you" all around.
It is a very female sound.
And if I don't respond then what's
To stop me being a meat robot.

[YesNo]

Green and Mean

Gremlins are green. Ghosts are sheer white.
Monsters are mean mostly at night.

[Paulclem]

Green and Mean

Gremlins are green. Ghosts are sheer white.
Monsters are mean mostly at night.

Vampires with red eyes lurk in the park.
Psychotic robots tick in the dark.
Golems stomp down the alleys and ways
And wraiths in their rags scream incorporeal rage.

[Paulclem]

I hope you don't mind me tagging on YesNo.

You poems are very good.

[Delta40]

the tinkle of breaking glass
rips through the core
and the flabby cheeks
of my sagging arse

[YesNo]

I hope you don't mind me tagging on YesNo.

You poems are very good.
Thanks for the comment, Paulclem! I don't mind any tagging along. I like the alliteration in the last line on "wraiths", "rags" and "rage" in what you wrote. I think it better fits the alliterative meter used in Beowulf that I was trying to imitate.

I've enjoyed reading the others as well. Most recently, Hawkman's reference to the "multiverse" and Delta40's reference to "glass" will likely stay in my mind for a while.

[cacian]

superb is the love you give to thee
it's like champagne on a rhum
it bubbles then rises to a trim
entices buds to silky pomme
and luminates in panache strum

[sundarramchand]

Dark skies,
Fertile soil,
Pollination,
Fertilization,
Life unfolds.

Experiences,
Sensation,
Perception,
Knowledge,
Realization
Mind unfolds

[Mutatis-Mutandis]

I once saw a man
Walking down the street.
I laughed at him
Because he had big feet.Then he loped up to me
With his great big face,
And with the sweetest voice
Said I had no grace.

So I looked at him
In his big, innocent eyes
And punched him on the chin
For that insult I despise.

[cacian]

jaded, unflown
a feeling may
weigh in say
but like a breeze
wishing to greet
spectacle cretes
hear it upheave
and take a leap
to fields of peace

[Paulclem]

I once saw a man
Walking down the street.
I laughed at him
Because he had big feet.

Then he loped up to me
With his great big face,
And with the sweetest voice
Said I had no grace.

So I looked at him
In his big, innocent eyes
And punched him on the chin
For that insult I despise.

That insult I despised
Was less than my great punch,
He chased me to my kitchen door
To have me for his lunch.

[cacian]

spirits of May
divine of days
they are the flowers
of the tay
they climb in pace
mountains of lays
and ring in bells
of thousands ways

[Delta40]

I once saw a man
Walking down the street.
I laughed at him
Because he had big feet.

Then he loped up to me
With his great big face,
And with the sweetest voice
Said I had no grace.

So I looked at him
In his big, innocent eyes
And punched him on the chin
For that insult I despise.

That insult I despised
Was less than my great punch,
He chased me to my kitchen door
To have me for his lunch.

he peeled me liked a carrot
and basted me in oil
squeezed me in a saucepan
and put me onto boil

[Paulclem]

Mutatis, Paulclem, Delta

I once saw a man
Walking down the street.
I laughed at him
Because he had big feet.

Then he loped up to me
With his great big face,
And with the sweetest voice
Said I had no grace.

So I looked at him
In his big, innocent eyes
And punched him on the chin
For that insult I despise.

That insult I despised
Was less than my great punch,
He chased me to my kitchen door
To have me for his lunch.

he peeled me liked a carrot
and basted me in oil
squeezed me in a saucepan
and put me onto boil

So I went into the ether,
As vengeful as could be,
To deliver him a head butt
Of steam and etheric me.

[Delta40]

Mutatis, Paulclem, Delta

I once saw a man
Walking down the street.
I laughed at him
Because he had big feet.

Then he loped up to me
With his great big face,
And with the sweetest voice
Said I had no grace.

So I looked at him
In his big, innocent eyes
And punched him on the chin
For that insult I despise.

That insult I despised
Was less than my great punch,
He chased me to my kitchen door
To have me for his lunch.

he peeled me liked a carrot
and basted me in oil
squeezed me in a saucepan
and put me onto boil

So I went into the ether,
As vengeful as could be,
To deliver him a head butt
Of steam and etheric me.

'Knock it off!' he roared
while sprinkling me with garlic.
I screamed in writhing agony
when I was saved by a Dalek.

[Paulclem]

Mutatis, Paulclem, Delta

I once saw a man
Walking down the street.
I laughed at him
Because he had big feet.

Then he loped up to me
With his great big face,
And with the sweetest voice
Said I had no grace.

So I looked at him
In his big, innocent eyes
And punched him on the chin
For that insult I despise.

That insult I despised
Was less than my great punch,
He chased me to my kitchen door
To have me for his lunch.

he peeled me liked a carrot
and basted me in oil
squeezed me in a saucepan
and put me onto boil

So I went into the ether,
As vengeful as could be,
To deliver him a head butt
Of steam and etheric me.

'Knock it off!' he roared
while sprinkling me with garlic.
I screamed in writhing agony
when I was saved by a Dalek.

It had landed on the lawn
And blasted through the doorway
Old big foot hoofed it through the house
And ended up in Norway.

[Delta40]

Since then my Dalek friend
has been my one and only mate
If Big Foot should return
He'll flash and shout, 'Exterminate!'

[Paulclem]

Excellent

Quite enjoyed that.

[tailor STATELY]

This little poem follows a slightly larger poem 3.21.2012 I wrote in the "What Are You Thinking Right Now" thread the other day:




3.23.2012

The plum tree
nods and wiggles
taunted by the wind
inwardly giggling



Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[YesNo]

Friendly

The trees stand calmly on the street
On which his restless heart would race
And with the stars that own the night,
That twinkle with a charming light,
They map a bond upon his face.

[tailor STATELY]

Liked this one very much YesNo.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[YesNo]

Thanks, tailor STATELY! I liked the "wiggles" and "giggling" of the plum tree in your poem.

[AuntShecky]

A Tiny Nursery Rhyme for the New Millennium (Inspired by Biggus):

Three blind mice,
Three blind mice:
Their prospects aren't so lame.
They all got jobs as umpires
at a Major League Baseball game.

[cacian]

so long it was
so long it went
it,
never meant to be

[YesNo]

Timeliness

The hero came a little late
And evil had no time to wait.

[cacian]

without a doubt
carry a thought
and it shall carry
your pensive words
above all else

[RicMisc]

I had a little bird,
It’s name was Enza,
I opened the window,
And in-flu-enza.

A children's song about the Spanish flu, quite ingenious if you ask me..

[Paulclem]

I had a little bird,
It’s name was Enza,
I opened the window,
And in-flu-enza.

A children's song about the Spanish flu, quite ingenious if you ask me..

In-flu-enza
And landed on my head.
It came to me,
And now I'm dead.

[RicMisc]

In-flu-enza
And landed on my head.
It came to me,
And now I'm dead.

Morbid as it is it was actually sung by children (still hard to believe), after writing an extensive report on the Spanish Flu I am deeply shocked at how forgotten this huge pandemic really is.

I also have a little rhyme about the Plague:

Ring around the rosies
A pocketful of posies
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down

[Paulclem]

Morbid as it is it was actually sung by children (still hard to believe), after writing an extensive report on the Spanish Flu I am deeply shocked at how forgotten this huge pandemic really is.

I also have a little rhyme about the Plague:

Ring around the rosies
A pocketful of posies
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down

This is a common one in the UK. In the UK form it is:

Ring a ring o rosies
A pocketful of posies
Atishoo, atishoo,
We all fall down.


I think I've herd your version too.
It is recited in schools and played in platygrounds.

[Hawkman]

Posh Tart

I’m Lulu-Beth De Montfort
and I sport an ancient name;
it don’t do me no favours though,
not when I’m on the game.

The John’s don’t ask your pedigree
when cruising for their sport
and if they knew how posh I am
I guess I’d come up short.

A lineage so prominent
is neither here nor there,
when lurking in a doorway
with peroxide tinted hair

Me fishnets are all laddered
from the traffic up and down,
and as for knickers - not much point
around this part of town.

Me ankle-chain and piercings
augment me bold tattoos,
they add an air of mystery
along with f*ck me shoes.

I’d make a solid living on these
backstreets round the docks;
me pimp takes all the money though,
and stuffs it in his socks.

[YesNo]

Clouds

A cloud collided with another.
The big one swallowed up the other.

[Delta40]

Posh Tart

I’m Lulu-Beth De Montfort
and I sport an ancient name;
it don’t do me no favours though,
not when I’m on the game.

The John’s don’t ask your pedigree
when cruising for their sport
and if they knew how posh I am
I guess I’d come up short.

A lineage so prominent
is neither here nor there,
when lurking in a doorway
with peroxide tinted hair

Me fishnets are all laddered
from the traffic up and down,
and as for knickers - not much point
around this part of town.

Me ankle-chain and piercings
augment me bold tattoos,
they add an air of mystery
along with f*ck me shoes.

I’d make a solid living on these
backstreets round the docks;
me pimp takes all the money though,
and stuffs it in his socks.

highly entertaining!

[Delta40]

There was a little mouse
who nibbled lots of cheese
till the cat of the house
mewd "I'll eat you if you please"

So he caught the plump mouse
and gnashed his tasty platter
now the master of the house
is called Cropwell Bishop Fatter.

[Hawkman]

Freezing in my Flat
(with apologies to Buddy Holly)

The daffodils have all turned brown
The stink of bluebells hangs around
And it’s freezing, freezing in my flat.

The sun may shine, so much for that
The wind’s still cold, I need my hat,
‘Cause it’s freezing, freezing in my flat.

Turn up the heater, make it glow
A fire risk; I know, I know,
But it’s freezing, freezing in my flat.

[BookBeauty]

Sunlight Fairies

Peeps the ray
From the shutter
A beam flows down
'Tween curtains flutter

Dancing wisps
Along the blight
Like little, tiny
Fairy lights

A surge of joy
A jump, a hop
Wrapping fingers
'round the lot

Hold them close
To my heart,
And never take
My hands apart.

[Hawkman]

Mirror, mirror on the wall
who is the ugliest of them all?

Not you chum, you're still too fair
but wait a while, you're getting there.

[YesNo]

I found a stone shaped like a heart
Upon the sandy shore.
She said it looked just like her butt.
She's right! I like hers more.

[Hawkman]

Low Roller

The tumbleweed blows in,
shoots the breeze in ghost-towns
then whispers its farewell.

[Catamite]

Four Seasonal Poems

1.
At the dawn-tide of summer
Not yet soft bitten by drooling frost
We may walk nightly without expense
Except the expiring sense of joy.


2.
As I walked the parks maimed by autumn
I felt all things by that moment whetted -
And knew it to be a vindication of living.

3.
A scouring death
Wets my window-
But it is yet
To scar the glass.


4.
In winds that are frugal
With their convoy
The fallen leaves do not dance
Out of the wet grass -
They only shiver.

[Hawkman]

Sad Truth

Those who speak of love eternal
Lie about the truth’s hard kernel;
Love is fleeting, love is cruel
Far less flavoursome than gruel.

[YesNo]

Why is the Night Sky Dark?

Infinity? The Gods confessed,
"Are not we now so nicely blessed
With finitude? Let skies be blue
And when it's night get darker, too."


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olbers%27_paradox

[AuntShecky]

For Good Reason


God doesn’t like me much;
He’s justified, I guess,
but the only consolation is
the Devil likes me less.

[Hawkman]

Nonsense Auntie, I'm sure he loves you to bits - lol. :devil:

[tailor STATELY]

A Rose
A rose blossoms
to express
joy
Be the rose

12/29/2012 r.12/31/2012

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[firefangled]

I remember
having to sit
down, as I heard
those awful words.

You’re fit, thank God,
you’ll get through this.
You don’t know who
gave this to you?

Acronymbus
conundrumus,
a fiscally
transmitted disease.

[YesNo]

The house of cards that once was there
Was tumbled by a breath of air
And all the folk who played inside
Have gone to who-knows-where.

[cacian]

music flies
sideways
across the
highways
the beautiful
causeway

[cacian]

in freedom
is rhythm
an almost
sychism
to a ritual
prism

[mazHur]

All love is nonsense
it changes from person to person
from time to time
What is eternally true is Trust
nothing can change it ever
unless you broke it!

[cacian]

a fantasy
starts indecise
and then takes
off to find a while
to free its hide

[Adolescent09]

accost your boss
when work is lost
on dimpled cheeks
and vapid hearts

[cacian]

strikes back
the voice
and then
retires
force
revenge is
loss
sweet is the cause

[cacian]

I tread
easily
I speak not lightly
I measure
slightly
and then
it is
part
me and part thee
no knowingly
but archly
the way
parabol
bites ye
that I continue
highly

[cacian]

when you try
too hard
you lie
when you lie
you cry
and when you
cry you
dry
as simple as my

[Lykren]

Still holding on
to the touch
of my last fear
I cannot obey
what it is
you possess.

[Melanie]

let loose
quick! let's vamoose!
you rev up the caboose
i'll grab the moose, goose and papoose
joy ride!

[cacian]

hilarity
thatches grips
to slow the quick
to slurry the hurry
and to stop the worry

[YesNo]

Professor Patricia McNaughty-McGray
Said, "Rhyme all you want but don't send 'em my way.
I'll flunk any fool who lacks brains to obey."
So nobody sent her love poems that May.

[YesNo]

Too psychotic to leave, too neurotic to stay,
The pendulum pauses, but time won't delay.

[tailor STATELY]

Inspired by a cacian poem:


The Daily Routine

The daily routine -
a grind; like whirled peas
only with less guns

8/13/2013

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[AuntShecky]

Professor Patricia McNaughty-McGray
Said, "Rhyme all you want but don't send 'em my way.
I'll flunk any fool who lacks brains to obey."
So nobody sent her love poems that May.

Terrific!

Too psychotic to leave, too neurotic to stay,
The pendulum pauses, but time won't delay.

I gots agoraphobia,
claustrophobia, too--
that's why I can't move
or stay put.

My shrink says I fear
success; it's failure
thinks my bitter half.

No wonder
I can't get
anything done.


Inspired by a cacian poem:


The Daily Routine

The daily routine -
a grind; like whirled peas
only with less guns

8/13/2013

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

It makes no sense at all, but that's why I like it!

[Hawkman]

Inspired by a cacian poem:


The Daily Routine

The daily routine -
a grind; like whirled peas
only with less guns

8/13/2013

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Less guns? Surely you mean, 'fewer' ;)

[Hawkman]

I gots agoraphobia,
claustrophobia, too--
that's why I can't move
or stay put.

My shrink says I fear
success; it's failure
thinks my bitter half.

No wonder
I can't get
anything done.


I find lack of cash has a similar effect...

[cacian]

I waited and waited
and then I weighted
that's all too late
unweight the faith

[cacian]

I appreciate
the wait
but I wish it to go
time has to flow
delay fails slow

[SleepyWitch]

One of the kids who I work with had to write Haikus in his English lesson. They were given pictures of nature to describe. Here are my two haikus:

Clouds like embers loom
Blinding discharge splits the night
The drenched huts tremble




Liquid crystal laps
Shadow of serrated fronds
Lone palm greets the sea

[mazHur]

Tiny poems
Teeny tweeny poems
Let's give them another name
Another literary flavor
and from today call them
Lilliputian ditties!

[tailor STATELY]

a musing


my world has
become up-
side down...
can you see

my frown ?

10/7/2014

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
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Eternal Life

The world would have you blindly believe
the cup is half full, or half empty

The Holy Spirit has taught me thus -
my cup runneth over through Christ

3/29/2015

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[mazHur]

The shorter the poem
the most well read it is
It's like a swirling toy
wound to instantly whiz.

[tailor STATELY]

Aye, short poems.

[Pompey Bum]

God:
A non-Aegean
On a dog.

(Okay, not that great, but it is a palindrome--and it's mine! :))

[mazHur]

Aye, short poems.

I have a hobby
which keeps me busy
as busy as anything could be
not the bee but my whizzer!!

[tailor STATELY]

(lol)

[mazHur]

(lol)

Laughter is the best medicine
They say
But with no teeth in my mouth
How can I bray?
Tell me a way to laugh
lest I begin to neigh
My bad my teeth are gone
Am neither happy nor gay!
Please do something for me
to make me laugh, I pray!

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(not mine)



Leaves


A blonde was raking the leaves
and fell off the tree.

http://www.funny-jokes-quotes.com/blonde-jokes.html#tF3XU7DbcSVI9Lz4.99

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[cacian]

between the past
and the future
there is small
moment called
the present
it deserves a crescent
to remember it
is pleasant

[mazHur]

Time lives on
Past,Present, Future
Are nothing but
figments of our own imagination
I was there a hundred years ago
I am still there after a hundered years
I am not past nor future
I don't know when the Present came
Or is it still due to come
Or is it traveling with me now.

[YesNo]

Present moment, I’ll sit still
And let you have of me your fill.

[Melanie]

^ Good one YesNo!

sunrise, sunset
sunrise, sunset
like comfort
in the assurance
of repetition

[cacian]

a peace of mind
is like a floating
parcel
too light it does not harssel
to land it does not castle

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Babylon

sillybibbles bubble - I love to meter
poetic prattle - b'bibbiddy babble

5/18/2015

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"Nurture Nature"

Nurture Nature...
Invest politicians
within Her bosom

6/24/2015

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An anagrammatic poem of “Fog” by Carl Sandburg
(with a nod to Robert A. Heinlein)


FOG: Faith Onto God


The Holy Ghost
invites us to loath sin's storm

Bind to the tree of life
and to innocence cleave

Can man grok ?

8/4/2016

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[cacian]

tiny
small
or minute
they are
all
in the manner
of more