eek, that's a hard one to follow, so forgive it's faulty tense.
anguish rise in air
lurid death whispers balloon
in demented heat
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eek, that's a hard one to follow, so forgive it's faulty tense.
anguish rise in air
lurid death whispers balloon
in demented heat
In demented heat,
Drudge they onwards through sand storms,
Heels split by sun's rays.
I like the James Wright quote, Riesa. It is very subtle in its expression
yeah, I could learn much from him, if only I could access my own subtletly. ;)
heels split by suns rays
as pomegranate skin bursts
on neglected trees
on neglected trees
the dead hung swaying in the
soft, sweet, summer breeze
Soft sweet summer breeze
caress the cheeks of my love;
Frost wither her not.
Frost wither her not,
Eternally she exists -
Life's Timeless Beauty.
Life's Timeless Beauty
pretends like an afterthought
speckled in gold dust.
Speckled in gold dust
Her fairy hair lay tossled,
Intwined in heather.
Intwined in heather,
and teathered there she confined
herself with the bees
herself with the bees
we would not touch either one
them being prickly both
them being prickly both
Waddled all the way to town
Them being Hedgehogs.
Them being hedgehogs
They never quite got the point
Except for always
Spelling discrepancies aside, I really like this. :thumbs_upQuote:
Originally Posted by ktd222
except for Always
will Never wait, thumbs tucked deep
in future pockets
In future pockets
The hands of fate wait, idle
Enter the devil
Enter the devil,
Stage right, contract clutched tightly—
Will Faust sell his soul?
http://smilies.vidahost.com/contrib/icw/030.gif
:thumbs_up
will faust sell his soul
the moment passes again
a small contraction
a small contraction
in the heart, a numbed look tells
me all I require
me, all I require:
requirements requited.
He gives moon mountains.
He gives moon mountains,
in return asks for our nights -
for nightly homage
For nightly homage
to our fallen defenders;
barn owl cries all night.
Barn owl cries all night
the air is full of suff'ring
still, still little one.
p.s. I like the commentaries by you, Bluemauvey! We've got some good stuff goin' on here! :thumbs_up
still, still little one
Peace will come one of these days
then you won't shed tears
then you won't shed tears
over the winter break that
yields ten bumbling bums
yields ten bumbling bums—
and four and twenty beggars—
knocking on my door…
knocking on my door—
peeping in my kitchen window—
looking for handouts…
looking for handouts,
thirty four sturdy hobos—
I am now besieged!
I am now besieged
but softhearted , bit foolish?
guys, the soup is on!
guys, the soup is on—
thirty-four dirty men rejoice—
best meal in a week!
http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...mKane/Hobo.jpg
That was fantastic, Pendragon, thanks for your whimsy! :) ** standing ovation **
Best meal in a week
the sated stomach agreed
time now for a nap
time now for a nap,
Recover from weary life;
Renewal in stars.
That whimsy was great Penn!
I love it; I can picture the scene perfectly in my mind with the soup served in old cans....was it "stone" soup?...you must have heard that story before? My mom always told us that one when we were kids.
Renewal in stars,
dreams soaring the universe;
one nova breaks free!
One nova breaks free!
Fresh thoughts drift through time's pure space;
Ageless unique worlds.
Ageless unique worlds
full of antiques, such useless
things, I think, for now
Things, I think, for now
Sit there and stare back blankly,
Ask and give nothing.
Ask and give nothing
Underappreciated
I thank you now, mom
I thank you now, mom
For wise words in youthful days;
You, who departed.
You, who departed
though the memory shines on
those precious few years
Those precious few years,
Will gently haunt me until
My last breathe ceases.
My last breathe ceases.
Then my brother will chop me
in bits and feed Pete
in bits and feed pete
had no rival on the street
but we banked elsewhere