To die
in single glow,
shadows crawling, is sad
let the light grow and strengthen at
both ends.
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To die
in single glow,
shadows crawling, is sad
let the light grow and strengthen at
both ends.
Both ends
of elephants
terminate in grey tails
though one swats flies and one picks up
soft buns
Soft buns
newly oven-
born, bursting flavor trails
that march a pounding step towards our
hungry.
hungry
exquisitely
thirsty, the circle's end
persistently ungraspable,
we try.
We try
our level best
to accomplish something
but when we fail in that "something"
life sucks!
Life sucks.
Paint my room black,
Black for the pain inside,
Long hair, empty stare, call me
Emo!
Emo
I weep for war's
children, and shed tears
for kleenex commercials
I change with the light of the moon;
woman
woman,
stand, be counted.
your worth more than rubies,
your beauty outshining even
the stars.
the stars
adorned in night's
sad blanket of eternal space,
sparkle light like stranger's weeping,
alone.
the stars
the sickle moon
holes pierced through veiling sky
show, hide, excite in us a wish
for, God
Alone
beneath that sky
that scarce concealing veil
the goddess wears to shield her eyes
from me
from me
emanates love
unveiled, even brazen.
love does not fear an espial
by man
By man,
the once
fierce hunter on
the plain has become the
cheap labor in a factory
for shoes.
for shoes
on Idril's feet
is sacrilege, goddess
of the prairie cannot but go
barefoot
that was really good riesa!
Barefoot
Ripe with hunger
Draped in thick lioness
Predatory ensemble fits
My hunt
my hunt
ends in our bed -
this day's search satisfied
having found fufillment in your
passion
Passion
to ripple lakes
laid still by mourning skies,
violet crowns waves pushed by gentle
caress.
very pretty, shakespeare. ;)
thanks, ds.
caress
your warm has gone
in to come out again
to return once more, my touch on
your skin
your skin,
warm like the breath
of a snorting donkey,
glistens with the sun's reflection
this morn. :lol:
Hi Riesa.
hi. virg. nice cinquain...:rolleyes: :D
this morn
a wintry walk
sufficed to bring blushes
to girls surprised by reaching trees,
entwined
Entwined
Soot stained faces
Rags caught in sidewalk cracks
Entaglement of twisted lies
Grasping
grasping,
straws exist not
in this realm or the next.
still empty hand reaches, opens
then shuts
then shuts
the door on love,
denying any hope
for a reconciliation -
the end
The end,
really was quite
a beautiful thing in
itself, revealéd what love will
not be.
not be...
dark, final words
fell from her paling lips.
looking into his deep blue eyes,
she swam
wow susan..that was beautiful
She swam
Murky waters
of feathered masquerades
They elegantly masticate
Tossed bread
tossed bread
on silver lake
inviting local geese
for tea, taste of society's
good will
Good will
toward men is
what we all cheer this time
of year, but in our hearts there is
malice.
p.s. Very nice susan...
malice
for whom? and why?
differences divide
and polarize. we need under-
standing
thanks for the kind welcome, everyone! i am having so much fun here!
standing
solid, secure.
facing oncoming fire
with determination, strong faith
upholds.
upholds
the world upon
his back, and stands steadfast
though sinews crack and bones bind hard,
Atlas
Wow, people are really getting the hang of this, very nice cinquains.
Atlas
the common man
trembled in tragic breeze,
grimace flushed by sweet relief, Earth
crashing.
Crashing
into others,
our fellow man in a
beautiful collision, again
we learn.
We learn
Societys faults
Unveiled in stolen youth
Each truth carved into deep wrinkles
Wisdom
Wisdom
perpetually
sought by all men through time
but me, oh no, I shan't be fooled
It stinks
Its my first time! dont expect them to start making sense yet haha...
wisdom,
just another
word for experience
well-studied, remembered, drawn from
the well.
sorry, Brainstorm!! you were too fast for me! here we go:
tis true
these words I speak,
a well-spring of love pours
from my own bare center into
your lap
you are just too fast for me!!! let's leave it with yours:
Wisdom
perpetually
sought by all men through time
but me, oh no, I shan't be fooled
It stinks
(Brainstorm's cinquain)
it stinks,
this faux marriage.
who do we think we fool?
no one is as idiotic
as we
As we
run through guilded
sands and seas again this
night, we begin to see the joy
in love.
in love,
minds flourish, thrive.
in love, wills meet halfway
taking thought of the other as
oneself