oooh, well, I don't think I'll surpass littlewing's but here's a go...
A shimmering glass
curtain suspends momently
in the summer sky,
billowed like a transparent
balloon, stretched by glowing dust.
what grass secretly thinks of trees
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oooh, well, I don't think I'll surpass littlewing's but here's a go...
A shimmering glass
curtain suspends momently
in the summer sky,
billowed like a transparent
balloon, stretched by glowing dust.
what grass secretly thinks of trees
This, our green homeland,
Where tree immigrants threaten
Our old way of life
With aggressive expansion.
They smother us in darkness
The poverty of candlelight reveals the wealth of darkness
Building ships across
convivial circuitry
wicks cast a glimmer,
shaking languid eyes to dream
of rich semblances unseen.
the strict methodology of wooden planks
Homes are unlike us.
They battle change through stasis.
Trees lie down with clay
Regimented like tombstones
We dream of nomadic earth
How the car destroyed indigenous culture
the pony rides free
alongside the iron horse
engines roar speed is supreme
his vision awakens old
to the white feathers slumber
the death of a loved one...
that burning pyre
shows the world how my soul is
incinerating,
little though i am left with,
fresh still are the memories...
Leonardo's "Vitruvian Man"
Man's determined reach,
fulfillment of outstretched hands
in circumference splayed
grasping thought-structured objects
to twist and ply confusion.
damn geometrics, that was terrible
Goodness
correction: that was terrific ! :D
:thumbs_up IP :)
"Rarely comest thou!"--
Shelley's complaint to Delight.
Now, say I, to Goodwill,
"Rare as you are, you still survive
The fangs of malice, thank you!"
(too far-fetched?)
Gratitude
The heart of pleasure
Is that deep satisfaction
For a task well meant
Knowledge of good intentions
Surely gratitude enough
God as the ultimate CCTV camera, voyeur extraordinaire.
I was watching you.
No, you never saw me, pal.
Such secrets, such shame!
You thought no one suspected.
Did you think I would not know?
Caught Redhanded
The one and true church
Uncloaked by the truth seekers
Now hide those guilty
Hands, minds, imaginations
From the true justice of law
How Ratzinger has said there is only one true church, the Catholic Church.
Solemnity spreads
like oil in the sea of
thought, displacing wind
and frothy caps with stillness,
a sick inhuman silence.
a day in the life of a vagabond
His glass eyes circle
streets and capture city glares,
breathing silence from
tempest-walked suburbia,
a cry muffled by the storm.
mosquito sounds
Play fiddle elsewhere,
You long beak vampire insect!
Annoy another guy!
Your symphony of sorrow
Is a prelude to bloodlust!
http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...e/Mosquito.gif
Wolf howling at the moon...
white bright moon tonight
stillness in the air brings him
calling out his thoughts
running swiftly through the night
he catches prey unaware
a soldier coming home
Left a kid—nineteen—
All his life before him still:
Shattered body comes home—
Purple Heart Veteran of war—
But somehow lost himself there…
(dedicated to my own dad, who came home from Vietnam with two Purple Hearts, but really never came home...)
Pendragon
1920's Chicago
Streets form a bloody
aisle, horse remains ignored
by children at play.
Butchery no longer shocks,
futures grown senseless to pain.
from a picture I saw in a history book (somewhere buried in the haiga contest).
myth-making
Flex the corner piece
into its place; the puzzle
is filled, hands study
a glossy texture rumpled
with veins, the living picture.
your favorite local wildlife creature
Not really in the 'locality', but The Royal Bengal DOES live in the Sundarbans(the mangrove forests in Bangladesh)...so, hats off to them.
The proud dark patches
Pose the vanity, as does
Every move it makes.
The yellow smiles bright as gold
Heave the paws, and danger calls.
and the next subject is... :)
oops! sorry!
A Letter to a Distant Friend if u please. :)
My lady lifted
by this note, fulfill my dreams
and sway an eager
soul by thinking this exchange
higher power met by pens.
the whir of summer Fair lights
Though oceans apart,
and time may separate us
our hearts beat as one.
My special friend you live in
me, as I live within you.
Should have read the instructions first, hey?
Sparkling fairy lights
buzzing like bees round honey
highlight fairground rides.
Yet my mind is absorbed by
the summer smell of your hair.
Next : getting caught out in a thunderstorm
The sky, a growling
stomach flashes with temper,
crying frustrated
tears which dampen my thin dress
exhilarating my soul.
Next : Standing on a bridge
i remember when
a big bridge stood strong and wide
concrete unyielding
breathing wet they stood alone
crying im not coming home
a walkabout
Cities splayed gaping
in the dark, floating windows
as I walk the street.
Neon bulbs and lonesome lamps
kill starlight, from sidewalks seen.
Persian ruggery
ruggery? you are soooo out of time. :) it's great.
Rugs complex as love
and magic, can fly! Ali!
edged in sultan's hair,
seeks out oasis hidden
low under Saharan stars.
next: autumn in the mountains
The shine of morning
Travelling over damp grass
The leaning shoulder
Soft beneath your warm fresh feet
The crisp air seduces breath
Home after an extensive holiday
perfect cup of tea
a view, a chair with purpose
forever now waits
the many skies visited
my own today is present
encounter with a grizzly bear
Thanks Riesa. I truly am an old man trapped in a young man's body. My friends agree, after just having this conversation today. I sometimes wish I was born back in the day when extended similes were accepted in five line poems (Shelley would've pulled it off).
The towering lunge
that tears his angry substance
through tranquil wooded
skies, looming ferocious bark
gnarled against resting leaves.
a camera portrait (old or new)
I can see it, stately, walking slow and graceful around a garden in your hose and golden slippers, a sort of Scarlet Pimpernel, entertaining ladies with lines of clever poetry. they all giggle behind their fans. ;)
how spirit can be
contained within four corners
of absolute still.
life thinly sliced, his eyes have
the same look, his face has changed.
a black mamba snake
A sudden movement;
pity the mouse that lingers
playful in the grass.
A sudden movement signals
a sudden end. The grass stills.
A girl in a short skirt.
A girl in a short skirt.
Its lasso motion captures
Me. Whirlpooling my
Thoughts. Is she wearing anything
Else? For now who cares?
A world without cliche
There are now no truths
To be overtly said, nor
Cruel patancies.
Cliches have faded
In the ringing absence of
Conspicuousness.
an abandoned umbrella
the train pulls out from
the station. The umbrella
left on the train seat.
It is raining in London
Black clouds menace overhead
watching a play at the theatre
“A horse, a horse, my
kingdom for a horse!” Richard
Third. A noble play.
One wonders about Richard’s
sincerity: his kingdom?
Lovecraft's Innsmouth
Innsmouth decadent
A rotting New England town
Alien life forms
Half human creatures roam here
Shadows over the landscape
Bacchaus
Picture the scene, a
table overladen with
fine delicacies.
Wine overflowing the cup.
The fat man grins wickedly.
An empty vase
waiting patiently
covered in dust forgotten
dreaming of wonder
my only task this one task
to hold a stunning bouquet
a child's view of a parade