barbarism:
brutal and savage.
religious fervor the cause.
or that's what we're told.
but can we trust what we're fed?
politicians can corrupt...
time
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barbarism:
brutal and savage.
religious fervor the cause.
or that's what we're told.
but can we trust what we're fed?
politicians can corrupt...
time
it will spare no one
it will come and pass in haste
it is your friend but
at times more than a bitter
enemy whom you can't stop
Himalaya
The wars of sages
are all destined to travel,
to meet challanges,
on that one behemoth: Tell
tales of heaven, where gods dwell.
Einstein with his violin
Quote:
Originally Posted by symphony
this is fabulous ! Congrats BKJ !
non-living things speak
when they are fully stretched and
taut and struck at a
particular point; four strings
told him the secret
thanks but u forgot to give the new topic... :)
kaleidoscope
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I take my brush, stand
watching the canvas go mad,
with blending colors,
blinding colors... I have lived
my dreams therein.
Curtains drawn back to let in the morning
Nothing can prevent
the sun's light spilling in, framed
by two closed lids.
Open your eyes, home, let me
know warm stars in the daytime.
A broken cobweb
The rest is blurry
in carefully woven mists.
It seems we cling to
vulnarability, which,
when broken, shows the world clean-cut.
Ladies' hairpins
Waved and versatile
Practical and clean looking
Changing with the times
Made of green stone or white bone
Decorated with solace
Self-cultivation
wisdom is hard bought
years spent in acquisition
lessons as we grow
the young will never listen
we all must self-cultivate
freedom
Won through many wars
Father of all tyranny
False pretense for greed
Freedom causes arrogance
Yet it must be what we need
Memories
fleeting images
our past in tiny fragments
time is suspended
once more our youthful freedom
once more our errant lovers
laziness
Sigh; stretch your body
into depressions still warm,
still familiar.
Don't worry, there is nothing
left to do that will not wait.
abstainance
withholding pleasure
requires strength of spirit
and stern discipline.
it's a task i have achieved
but not one that i favor.
selfishness
Dionysus's form
The reason for ambition
Trait of many lords
Great ones,villians and victims
Cause for the poor sand-sifting
ambition
i hunger always
this unquenchable burning
the need to be more
i cannot be satisfied
how do i find contentment
intelligence
ok nobody seems to like this topic. lets try love instead :)
eyes together spark
constellated, meeting in
starlit fantasy,
enraptured exchange of what
is hidden by moon travels
quantum mechanics
too hard? :)
waves unthought of
and unseen, shock by mirrored
happenings, no thing
controls an event but strings
that sense what we seek to know
(not very poetic, but...)
spring rains
the gods spring cleaning,
Hera washing windows and
cursing faithless Zeus;
Demeter weeps and rejoices,
Persephone-home again
the inconstant moon
gaping crescent, cold,
an indifferent stare, leaving
radiant the sea,
sinking horns nailed into the
waning pool - reflections cease
a feeling you've experienced today
coffee cup, left cold
toast growing stale on the plate
my mind is busy
painting daydreams, ignoring
the pressing needs of today
leaving
the door slammed shut
I guess this time is final
she will not return
get out the rum and branch water
got to deal with it somehow...
the beach
a blue on blue world,
punch-drunk giant swings wildly
leaving me reeling;
hot sand, battleship listing,
distance expands, war begins.
a civil knife
cushioned split of skin,
the needle prick softened pain
to pillow-kept dreams.
cradled in the numbing wash,
thought blurred from a silver edge
a misfound sexual innuendo
oh god I can't even come up with a poem for that topic!
how about...
late night in a diner
Thank you, Il Perseroso. I started to ask you what that meant, then didn't. These are a little harder to write, but I hope someone will take you up on the challenge. :lol:If not, then I will. I really enjoy writing them-occasionally!
the crackle-flicker
of dying fluorescent bulb
illuminates the
old stains of coffee mugs and
nicotine coated counters
the flight home
good one asilef73!
thanks qimi :blush:
your turn!
Challenge accepted! O.K., here goes...
weary, game over
my ears buzz unpleasantly
who can sleep under light?
unbidden, my eyes swivel
a grotesque gargoyle watches
Sunday morning 4 a.m.
It's cold as hellheat
Without the sun I'm useless
But still observing
Though I can feel the burning
Mithra's light I cannot see
writing
first came papyrus
then the pen scribbled on it
speech got solid form
literature, history, science,arts
knowledge got preserved by hand
madness
curled into a ball,
eyes fixed in a glassy stare,
humming tunelessly,
and sweaty hair a tangle.
lost, separate from the "sane".
lost at sea
suddenly i met
a girl untrodden paths
she was beautiful
prettier than she looked in dreams
I looked at her in silence
dream unfulfilled
i did cry out, young
as i was, young and yearning,
yearning and turning
to the everafter lands,
cried and slept, to dream again.
misheard lyrics
I'm a sailor man
Hey Ho, I'm a sailor man!
come aboard my ship
we'll dance and dine all night
promises the tailor-man!
ocean garden
You've just gained a layer of soul for admitting that.Quote:
Originally Posted by Il Penseroso
light elevated,
my swizzling, make-believe ride,
that sun, heat so bright,
limpid whispers, tentacles,
blooms, waves of shadow, sea - shells.
a bridge over a freeway
hissing and rushing;
a mechanical deluge
dividing our worlds
rages below this concrete
span. i would cross if i dared.
idle hands