*scratches head* well well well....
dictate my poems
but go no further , for they
are to be perceived
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*scratches head* well well well....
dictate my poems
but go no further , for they
are to be perceived
Are to be percieved,
the hippity hoppity
jumpy kangaroos
are to be perceived
as visions in a white cloud
drifting in blue skies
*scratches head* well well well....
Drifting in blue skies
the foamy clouds roll on by
leaving me at peace
hello kizzo....
leaving me at peace
the water shifts in whispers
floating weightlessly
Floating weightlessly
The salt settling on my skin
The sun blinding me
the sun blinding me
so that i go colour blind
and bluebells turn green.
and bluebells turn green
in the sunset, she said, and
sun-shards kiss the earth.
Sun-shards kiss the earth
During the day, while the
Moonbeams shine at night.
Sincerely,
Uncle Lar
Moonbeams shine at night
Lighting our way to the end
of our long journey
Of our long journey
what's left is just memories
those which never fade
those which never fade
steal from the sun's upcoming,
beam reds from the eye.
beams red from the eye
clouds set for dissolving one
within the other
within the other
a task is waiting, held breath
her pawn's precision.
her pawn's precision
his knight's reckless encounter
nobody gets board
nobody gets board
squares and movements shared by all
dance me to the edge
dance me to the edge
and further, I need to feel
the wonder of life
the wonder of life
a question most often asked
ask me later please
Ask me later please
why the sky is blue and why
bears sleep all winter.
.
(Symphony.... Good luck with your exams.)
Bears sleep all winter
snuggled up in a dark den.
Breaths are slowly sighed.
Breaths are slowly sighed
between lovers divided....
Misunderstandings.
misunderstandings
that are never forgiven
yet they all should be
yet they all should be
like snowflakes on the breeze, blown
silently away
silently away
he sulks, wearied by his skull
that clatters alone.
That clatters alone
the horses watch the gate swing
back and forth again
[Hey, Uncle Lar -- GREAT to see you. We really missed you a lot!]
Back and forth again
I can't tear myself away
From this lovely site.
(LOL, couldn't resist :D)
From this lovely site
springs hope, like a sprinkling of
flowers on the beach
flowers on the beach
drifted in with the dawn tide
soggy but fragrant
soggy but fragrant,
the rice teases my nostrils
heavy with spices
^^^ Great, Fifth!
heavy with spices
his old wagon groaned, bound for
Constantinople
Constantinople
is a very bit word, and
if you can't spell it....
If you can't spell it....
There'll be little hope for you
Such a tiny word
Such a tiny word--
"If"--contains multiple shades
of discontentment...
of discontentment
they were never wrong, old mas-
ters filled frames with ease
ters filled frames with ease
please don't dissect your masters
they bleed syllables
they bleed syllables
those poets - prick them and watch
the life blood of words
the life blood of words
i bet you the ten thousandth
haiku will be spammed
Haiku will be spammed
slivers of poems will scatter
and tears shall drown us
And tears shall drown us
as exhaustion takes its toll
and the hours tick past