The call of light
shouts out bright:
"Come my children,
do not dispair;
life will be better
in my golden hair."
The little ones came
and saw it was true,
and so they followed the sun
to begin life anew.
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The call of light
shouts out bright:
"Come my children,
do not dispair;
life will be better
in my golden hair."
The little ones came
and saw it was true,
and so they followed the sun
to begin life anew.
Silently,
silently, not a sound
must they hear of the tears
unbidden, that betray
to the eyes of the world
(unsympathetic)
secret sorrow.
I hide and i bury myself
in silence.
I took your advice, and read it - I am honoured to have my work of two seconds mentioned within the same sentence as such a poemQuote:
Originally Posted by AuntShecky
fluent oversight
in a sightless realm
where sense is intangible
and the realms are defined
by validated rationalizations
Plastic, pizza
Cardboard, boxes
Quote:
Originally Posted by DanielBenoit
Suggested title: "Which one of these things doesn't belong?" Of course, supermarket frozen pizza and cardboard are more or less synonymous.
restoring a slight
in a vexatious manner
of wit and good will
I just noticed that some really good verse that's in the blogs should get a wider audience. This one is just
lovely:
http://www.online-literature.com/for...g.php?bt=41678
Death is the inevitable destination
There is no rest, no transition
Time falls upon us like autumn
And we know winter will show no mercy
We walk a path towards that time
When our mouth will no longer close
Breath escaping into nothingness
I should feel sadness and loss
But my emptiness just leaves me numb
In the face of an endless determination.
crumbling rod of gaunt
exposure blows ont the mists'
leaky glass gaskets
Nuts
They mock me,
those empty shells
scattered on the ground.
A hundred times
I scanned the trees
all the way from top to down:
nope – nothing growing.
Some shrewd squirrel
has bested me,
who'd hunted by the book.
Rewards don't come
through serendipity,
but merely knowing
where to look.
The clouds parted and the world could see
Far above the earth
With leaves of laurel framing its lea,
The cherished bed of birth
of eternity, running now
to its home in bounding hills.
The glimpse of raptures was ravished over
even as it rose
And life and death greeted one another
Somewhere amidst the throes.
In starry clusters they would fleetly bow
and part by Destiny’s quills.
Sometimes the sky is stretched with possibilities
clouds converge and cast their diverse shade of colour
I am a traveller, this is my time, my trespassing
Upon the landscapes that lie scattered through my past life
They rise like rainclouds from the residue of memory
And transfix me in this topography of thought
Whispers and wafers of this world will rinse
Through my waking hours, with an aching wanderlust for ways
to escape into the endless possibilities of ethereal dream
I know is the incorrect answer
to an infinite number of questions
haikus are easy
but sometimes they don't make sense
refrigerator
-anonymous-