oooh, well, I don't think I'll surpass littlewing's but here's a go...
A shimmering glass
curtain suspends momently
in the summer sky,
billowed like a transparent
balloon, stretched by glowing dust.
what grass secretly thinks of trees
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oooh, well, I don't think I'll surpass littlewing's but here's a go...
A shimmering glass
curtain suspends momently
in the summer sky,
billowed like a transparent
balloon, stretched by glowing dust.
what grass secretly thinks of trees
This, our green homeland,
Where tree immigrants threaten
Our old way of life
With aggressive expansion.
They smother us in darkness
The poverty of candlelight reveals the wealth of darkness
Building ships across
convivial circuitry
wicks cast a glimmer,
shaking languid eyes to dream
of rich semblances unseen.
the strict methodology of wooden planks
Homes are unlike us.
They battle change through stasis.
Trees lie down with clay
Regimented like tombstones
We dream of nomadic earth
How the car destroyed indigenous culture
the pony rides free
alongside the iron horse
engines roar speed is supreme
his vision awakens old
to the white feathers slumber
the death of a loved one...
that burning pyre
shows the world how my soul is
incinerating,
little though i am left with,
fresh still are the memories...
Leonardo's "Vitruvian Man"
Man's determined reach,
fulfillment of outstretched hands
in circumference splayed
grasping thought-structured objects
to twist and ply confusion.
damn geometrics, that was terrible
Goodness
correction: that was terrific ! :D
:thumbs_up IP :)
"Rarely comest thou!"--
Shelley's complaint to Delight.
Now, say I, to Goodwill,
"Rare as you are, you still survive
The fangs of malice, thank you!"
(too far-fetched?)
Gratitude
The heart of pleasure
Is that deep satisfaction
For a task well meant
Knowledge of good intentions
Surely gratitude enough
God as the ultimate CCTV camera, voyeur extraordinaire.
I was watching you.
No, you never saw me, pal.
Such secrets, such shame!
You thought no one suspected.
Did you think I would not know?
Caught Redhanded
The one and true church
Uncloaked by the truth seekers
Now hide those guilty
Hands, minds, imaginations
From the true justice of law
How Ratzinger has said there is only one true church, the Catholic Church.
Solemnity spreads
like oil in the sea of
thought, displacing wind
and frothy caps with stillness,
a sick inhuman silence.
a day in the life of a vagabond
His glass eyes circle
streets and capture city glares,
breathing silence from
tempest-walked suburbia,
a cry muffled by the storm.
mosquito sounds
Play fiddle elsewhere,
You long beak vampire insect!
Annoy another guy!
Your symphony of sorrow
Is a prelude to bloodlust!
http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...e/Mosquito.gif
Wolf howling at the moon...
white bright moon tonight
stillness in the air brings him
calling out his thoughts
running swiftly through the night
he catches prey unaware
a soldier coming home