Sitting on this chair
has garnered me your long stare;
I see what you see:
the color once of rocker
is transferred now onto me!
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Sitting on this chair
has garnered me your long stare;
I see what you see:
the color once of rocker
is transferred now onto me!
heritage houses
After crossing the
Archaic threshold, engraved
With past ideals of
Illuminated splendor,
I felt time's longing embrace.
Cubism
Guitar and bottle,
Newspaper print and vases;
All facets in view.
Picasso and Braque present
Another way of seeing.
Next: Global warming
To Antartica
I moved, to escape this heat;
The icebergs have gone,
And now there's a beach with red
Pails and blue-striped umbrellas.
Next topic: Doom
Foreknown or unplanned
This feeling bites my innards,
Shifting a terror
Strongly down to shake extreme
Branches in a desperate wind.
anything mischievious
I behaved like you,
there in the sandbox of time!
The only sandwich,
packed with extreme love and care,
I tossed at the passing cars.
insecurity at playschool
Large abstract symbols
Fit for a bungler's fingers;
Now, grasping, I think:
Will old age corrupt my hands
And drive me to infancy?
Clowns
"Mummy they scare me!"
"Don't be daft pet, they're funny,
"Look at their big smiles."
Years later I read King's "It";
He knew what I meant that day!
Next topic: Differential Calculus
Propulsion systems
For Interplanetary flights
Must begin somewhere;
Differential Calculus
Applied may bring us farther
Then we ever thought likely.
Next topic:
Outer space
XC: I tried. :eek: It's not dull at all, I am just a dunce. :D
Not bad Riesa - except for the extra line! :lol:
:eek2:
that's what happens when I get anywhere near math :goof: :lol:
I feel the same way, only I didn't even know what Differential Calculus was.
That place lies beyond
Our known locale, the system
Of Greek observers.
From our new manners of sight
We see timeless mystery.
Next: A communication breakdown
Led Zeppelin,
Named for a "Lead balloon" joke,
But rocked many worlds;
"Communication Breakdown"
Is a perfect case in point.
Next topic: Standing in the rain waiting for a bus that doesn't come but feeling strangely happy for some reason.
Muh! XC. :D
Little raindrops on
Eyelashes kaleidoscope
Life passing, thoughts are
Warm and fragrant as sun drenched
Melon; I'll never get home.
Next topic: last summer's kite stuck in a tree
That was the last flight,
that cold and dark July night,
when all I could do
was to swing on a long string
and just cry for my play thing.
bubble gum in her hair
Peanut butter has
Come to the rescue of lots
Of little girls, when
Brothers blow bubbles too close
To Sister's dressy tresses.
next topic: telemarketers
The fifth time today;
The ringing telephone stops
Just as I answer.
Number withheld every time;
I don't want double glazing!
Next topic: Picking fluff off a black jumper.
Jesse Owens made
Famous the long jump and sprints,
But chastised the coach
For picking dandelion
Fluff off during the races.
Cherry blossoms caught in the gutter stream after a heavy spring rain.
Lifeless dependence:
Endless debris, momentum.
Cherry blossoms trapped
In linear existence.
Struggling, overwhelmed by time.
Absence
Not a thinking man,
He finds solace in action.
In front of a crowd
His words procure restlessness
For anything to suffice.
Romantic ideals
As the La Manchan,
I long to risk all for love;
For a chaste beauty.
Hey there! Sad girl on the bus!
Have you a dragon to slay?
Next topic: A steep hill during a bike ride.
Steeped cloth on my back
Smell of determination
That burning feeling
Think not of this hard struggle
Feed on the beautiful view.
Topic: Arguing against what you believe
I had a bet with myself that the next post would be about going up the hill - you could have coasted down it with the wind in your hair instead. :D
As a keen cyclist, I would say uphill struggles tend to be more memorable. The effort taken to get the spectacular view or the exhilirating downhill freewheel, tends to last in your long term memory. Anyone who has done the London to Brighton bike ride will always remember going up Ditchling Beacon, far more so than the six miles of freewheeling into Brighton from its summit.
With death imminent
By Terror famed instruments,
Rebels turned reckless,
In spite of past circumstance,
And sang harmonizing tunes.
Next: a man in black.
A brand new house in
Vacation-land, he lived life
Modestly, “Invest!”,
They said. Veiled, weeping, she says,
“He splurged on that Armani.”
Next topic:
Kicking a bad habit
tracks for many miles
nothing in sight left to right
funny how we seem
to be going with the dream
then turn out the light
nest topic: turtle soup
Crackers in a shell,
delightful to the waiter,
as to the owner,
but neither to the children,
nor to mother or father.
a cat's disease
green eyes questioning
belly swells with crabby death
beneath the soft fur
do not think the crab will win
don't you know what kills a cat?
rooftops in the sun
On top of the house,
all covered up in snow white,
sits the last bouquet;
the petals reach to the sky,
as the spring melts hoar away.
the rodeo of tough bulls
Wow, this was way back there. Good one Mil. :D
In raucous cowboy
Colosseum a stand-off
Show to please many
Mayhem screaming Montanans
Ends in the death of the brute.
An evil pigeon.
Black on black and white,
the polar thing of the night
(six months without light),
garbed in winter camoflauge,
entreats a blizzard to rage.
the Sanil (you decide what that is) from Kalamazoo
Hehe, I think he read that as 'penguin'. :D
That spectacular
Cephalopod named Sanil
In a graceful spout
Of liquid obscurity
Has blinded Kalamazoo.
Rosy cheeked children.
They stand by the road
Offering bottled water
And tissue packets;
Going for a few pennies,
Their poverty interface.
Standing in a slow-moving queue.
Downloading knowledge
Through the twitter of birdsongs,
Like a parading
Parable linking belief
That meaning is grasped ahead.
Mindless entertainment.
In a trance of raves,
raving ravens craving beers
spin in their distress.
random mirrors
In the carnival
Fun room, all appears absurd,
Faces bent and turned
To picture gross illusion;
One leaves glad for normalcy.
Next: A chivalric gentleman.
His ability
To see nobility in
The ragged beauty
Of questionable ladies,
And giants in windmills moves.
next topic: a reluctant traitor
He's trained to obey
the order to annihilate
the young enemy;
Craggy rocks hide thirsty men
Sharing the last tinny drink.
Next topic: Steve Irwin
Sifts his toes in sand
Watching his final sunset
A diver at play;
The drama reaches climax
Just as the last ray ascends.
next: looking for a lost cellphone