Close Impact
by , 12-06-2009 at 03:01 PM (1003 Views)
Guarden of Boding
Stricken by the look upon their face
Their face that tried to swallow their commands
That lived to shackle every errant trace
Of homesickness and to conquer the foreign hands.
The captors want to brand themselves as kind
To decimate world hunger and ignorance
With higher concerns and better axes to grind
The thought that sheer poverty has lost its grounds to chance.
Ripped are the photos of yesterday
Too painful to support the ailing dreams
Of a prepubescent bound to the addicted way
Of the robust life that westwardly streams.
Verdant Shades
Every stem off o' the green
Breathes a dying breath away,
Every blade adrift and mean
Loses force at last of day.
What the stakes portend anew
Worries sooths and sayers all;
When our fondest hopes we sue
Our sole wish ebbs there where we fall.
Tractable Figure of Speech
unseasoned essay
of jalousie
resounds.
a yielding temperament
retires.
what
forbidden fruit
aspires
to the meek-hearted rogue
who
transcends
his bounds
and rights his nerves
to that duty he serves?
May he be proud to be shown,
even roused,
wildly ruffed or rifely tufted
are we due to rue alone.




