with nothing to do
my eyes fixed on your picture
I think and wonder
about the hands that made you
idling with your eyes and lips
humbug
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with nothing to do
my eyes fixed on your picture
I think and wonder
about the hands that made you
idling with your eyes and lips
humbug
vipers, in human
attire, are attuned to prey's
emotional heat;
while a moth shyly lies,
disguised as its' protector.
Janus
do you
have a watchman
deputed at your door?
somebody can break in and steal
your figs
'Epimetheus'
good one, mazHur.
Epimethius
Provoked Pandora-Do not-
Please!- open this box!
In the bleak thereafter
Was left a glimmer of hope.
fireflies
thanks, Qimiss.
rather than
be a burning
sun or a moody moon
be a harbinger of mild glow
in dark
mosquitoes
that's a cinquain!
miniscule buzzing
thickly echoes in the folds
beyond dark-lighted
eyesight, mysterious sound
and itches before they bite
your favorite dwarf
sorry, it all got mixed up ! lol
sour demeanor
and gruff exterior hide
the true dimensions
of your Grumpy little heart;
shattered at Snow White's demise.
tangled sheets
Squeezed old rags, or the
tangle of tendons; off-white
cotton scent of you -
depressed, impressions linger
unmade: a slatternly space.
butterflies
gossamer prisms
that float on Spring's breath and kiss
every flower they pass.
beauty and fragility;
fleeting...they are so fleeting.
a long walk in the rain
the soft rain thrumming
pelting my face with fairy
fists-my spirit drinks
the moon a benediction,
I walk amidst the singing
a revelation
Tingling strips of thought
are strung together in songs
for symphony strings,
pipes, and reeds to weave clear notes
to always expectant ears.
a lost item afloat on waves
I know its somewhere
Surfacing light-reflecting,
Buoyantly direct
Yet non-existent, like dreams,
Pointing to creative ways
Surprising illuminations of the routinely mundane
a circle in light,
treading uphill each morning
with tranquil green trees
a path grown steadily worn,
course through which our thoughts open
a cathedral
Come to house of god
pray , sing hymns, make confessions
congregate, disperse
not a trace of god you'll find
nothing but humans like us.
fall
My friends have a new
baby girl to love, honor,
and raise in this world
of ours, which has its ups and
downs; never a dull moment!
Frolicking mongoose
on the beach wall said to his
girl friend, 'My diddle
darling ,come and play with me
let us make our lives full!
desert
Hot alkali dust
Searing the desperate throat
Begging for water
Heat waves have you turning circles:
The Natives called it “Death Walk”…
Haunted...
Oh eyes! See not thee
this ghostly apparition.
Begone - troubled soul,
foul memory of death. Peace.
Leave me to untroubled sleep.
a frosty morning.
eyes that blink away
tears that obscure the vision
must close to rewrite
the script that has now fallen
into the valley of mist
ink
Something like fear, close,
in murky water, stirs the
reeds and seaweed slow.
Reach out, white flash moves too quick;
disappears in a black cloud.
A violent crowd
I've never done this before, but I'll give it a try :)
a violent crowd
arms and elbows jostle
pouring wine down smoke-dry throats
fists clenched around stones
high on the roof a sniper
props up his noiseless missile
(I hope the le in jostle doens't count as a syllabic l? does a weak a like kind around count as a syllable? bah, I suck at counting. why do the lines with 5 syllables end up longer than those with 7()
an oasis
To be or not be
Is it fantasy, mirage?
God I need a drink
I see trees, grass, all signs
Let this be an oasis...
Heatwave
Let this be an oasis.
date trees swinging all around,
a crystal spring
a well full of sweet water
you and I away from crowd
Gosh! sometimes you get carried away!
anyway thanks for reminding, Symph!
verbiage
erm... u didnt need to continue with the last line, but with 'heatwave'.
But anyway, the new topic? :)
you have a river
of thoughts, a whitewater of
ideas that threaten
you camouflage yourself in
your honeysuckle bower
ghosts
First chill of winter
Rustling in the autumn wind
Copper-coloured leaves.
You talk of everyday things.
Why do I hear ghost stories?
windows
open panes of glass
mirroring thoughts from within
giving you away...
you cannot hide, the windows show
the deeper depths of your soul
skeleton
this brittle white frame
under fleshy folds is hid
entombed in its task
of bearing thankless organs
and shaping formless tissue
zombies!!!
In such a dark night
surrounded by limp shadows
life passes by alone;
how can I hope to be free?
snooping demons all around!
hunger
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The Burning desire
for sustenance lest you die
makes starving declare
that moldy piece of cheese feast,
an apple core delicious...
thirst
the cistern's low,
sour brown water from the taps,
an obstinate sky.
turkey buzzards overhead,
something's gone down near the marsh.
waiting
Breathings escape them
Wisps of used energy float
Away, unwelcome.
They silently pass. The train
Imprisons them in mind-time.
Confessing to one's self
Confessing to one's self
Why should I confess?
Why should I accuse myself?
Why should I repent?
All is destined to happen;
It just happened that is all!
destiny
______________
destiny, sweet love,
awaits me in the shadows,
importuning me to leap.
Shall I leap without looking?
Or beckon logic to my aid?
becoming
What the light told us
was nothing compared to what
we discovered. Here
where hands meet, with eyes open,
the mouth whispering: I am.
sensation of falling
slipped over the rock
total darkness all around
he caught on the edge
frozen to death until day
break, to learn earth was just nigh!
hallucinations
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
That strong waxy smell
The rope between my fingers
Whirlpools in my head
Emptiness a sea below
I let go, earth rises up
Circumcision
Ought we to apply
Ockham's Razor to bodies?
Which appendages
are unnecessary?
Disgusting, stupid idea.
Cut circumcision itself.
Smoking