Hark. Papa's whisper
Between pages, his grand books,
I grasp his ideals.
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Hark. Papa's whisper
Between pages, his grand books,
I grasp his ideals.
I grasp his ideals—
His philosophy is clear—
I can’t stand the man…
I can't stand the man
who puts himself above me...
I am his equal!
I am his equal!
Blood on white cobblestone streets,
Heads begin to roll.
Heads begin to roll.
-For the queen is very mad
Escape while you can
Escape while you can,
Earth's time, in an hour glass
Twindling nature's flame.
Twindling nature's flame—
Explodes from Vesuvius—
Pompeii buried in ash…
Pompeii buried in ash
eagle-eyed thunderer mourns
another ash hole
Another ash hole
litters our valley of dreams,
our thoughts feed belief.
:lol: :lol: Excellent!Quote:
Originally Posted by autolycus
Our thoughts feed belief.
Sitting while the sun crosses
Helps order our plans.
helps order our plans,
to take out as perilous,
strike our enemies
Strike our enemies,
matchheads that explode in rage
a conflagration.
A conflagration,
Of firey spirits rage; now
Our wills hesitate.
Our wills hesitate
At the edge of an ever
Growing chasm - trust.
Growing chasm—trust,
When promises are broken,
And faith misplaced…
And faith misplaced...
your thoughts on me will grow out
curved...slanting downward
Lunar Eclipse
Curved….. slanting downward
Surveying the crown, harvest
Russet, the moon drawn.
Russet, the moon drawn,
Wheat waves in pungent breezes,
Shines in grain's sweet song.
Shines in grain's sweet song
the flitting stalks shake like notes
played in city jazz.
Played in city jazz,
Silken notes in smokey rooms;
Cigarettes smolder.
cigarettes smolder,
vestiges of bearded men,
when the smoke is gone
when the smoke is gone,
the green river alley clears,
bashful faces come
bashful faces come
in grandeur suits and dresses
bright as gourgeous sun
Bright as gourgeous sun
She waits; luminosity
Shrouds her burmished hair.
Hi Janine! I haven't seen/spoken to you in a while.
Shrouds her burnished hair,
and tinges it with autumn,
turning soft and fair,
Hi Adolescent, I have been in other threads probably. I pop in and out of Haiku - quite addicted to it. Nice Haiku, A. I did write something today in Recent Poem.
turning soft and fair,
eyes glowing with moonbeams; love
invites me closer.
Very nice Janine. :thumbs_upQuote:
Originally Posted by Janine
Invites me closer
Only to spit in my face.
Hey bud, take this back.
Thanks Virgil, and to think I almost revised it and changed my mind. Interesting line you left me with...
Hey bud, take this back
Tough luck, don't need your help;
Pride can stand alone.
Pride can stand alone
and in the devil's fashion
strike a new discord.
strike a new discord—
oh, for—may heaven help us!
can’t we get along?
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can’t we get along?
Those words will ring loudest when
there's no selfish us.
There's no selfish us,
Within truly loving hearts,
We share life's bounty.
we share's life's bounty
hold it like intuition,
acting on impulse
acting on impulse,
on thoughts that are purely sweet,
and holding them close
Hi Adolescent! Nice H.
And holding them close
These cherished memories; fine
Keepsakes reflect our past thoughts.
keepsakes reflect our past thouts
'till they dwindle out,
extinguished memories
Extinguished memories
quick from fish, elephant slow.
So which live longest?
So which live longest:
Memories incased in woe,
Or "joy", remembered?
or "joy" remembered,
long before its forgotten,
to be with us all
to be with us all
all the moments we love best,
all times to cherish.