The river's water glitters,
pitters, our crave of blood.
The scene, world coughs a
crazy bravado. All this fluster,
miraculous as tears.
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The river's water glitters,
pitters, our crave of blood.
The scene, world coughs a
crazy bravado. All this fluster,
miraculous as tears.
Unexpected Resources
Doldrums descend.
Just leave me alone.
I gotta find someplace,
Where no one dare bother me.
Lonely old graveyard,
Just off an old dirt road—
Folk don’t come up here much,
Usually…
Weathered old flat stone,
Even the name long gone—
I’m guessing they won’t mind,
If I rest here.
“Hey buddy, you OK?”
Why not just tell him the truth?
Didn’t hear him drive up,
But he looks kind and concerned in the moonlight.
“No. Feel like I’ve been through hell.
“About to loose my mind.
“Nobody cares any more, ya know?
“Heaven knows why I’m tellin’ you.
“Middle of nowhere out here.
“You ever feel like your world was comin’ to an end?”
He nodded kind of slowly.
“That’s my grave you’re sittin’ on…”
Pendragon
© 11/23/07
Another great one, Pen. This thread seems to bring out the best in you, even if it doesn't actually bring out tiny poems from you. :lol: Why not just give this it's own thread?
Pen, that was a wonderful poem, loved the surprise ending. :thumbs_up
Sisyphus 2007
They said I couldn't
do it. They've been right
so far, those gods. What do they
want me to do? Sit
at the bottom
of the hill
and cry ? I push
so hard: days become
months; years, millennia.
Eh, this is the price
one pays for dreaming.
So step aside.
Heads up.
Let’s roll.
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From the Want Ads
Will Write For Food.
Corporate reports, belles-lettres
penned to order.
Can diversify
and versify.
Call one “ate” hundred
H-A-C-K
On the Nose
(by a nose)
It’s plain as myself
on my face that I
am always sticking myself
into other people’s business
when I'm not stuck in a book,
or stuck up in the air
or looking down myself.
If not stuffed up,
I'm running,
though even when I smell sweet
(or sweetly)
a nose is a nose is a nose,
so I guess the
only thing left to do is
to cut off myself to spite my face
for as everybody knows
no nose is good nose.
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My nose is your nose !
Did you say nose?
Yes, a nose is a nose is a nose
but not like the one I have
You will ask how, why?
Well, you know quite well
why my nose is different;
like other noses it never stuck
somewhere else;
you loved me because of its typical nature
the nature to turn around
up, down, left ,right
at the slight twist
of your arched fingers;
this special nose
was only made for you
to play with
to twist it whenever you liked
it is your obedient nose
your loved nose
made but all of wax !
I surrender to the sonority of silence
to say what I want to say
and to say what has to be said…
well said!Quote:
Originally Posted by symphony
Thanks. :)
IDIOT SIGHTING
Checking in at the airport gate,
I was stopped and asked by the security staff,
""Has anyone put something in your baggage
without your knowledge?''
''If it was without my knowledge,
how would I know?'', I told the chap.
''That's why we ask.'' said the dude
and we both went our ways.
...............
Full of intellect and wisdom,
She was a probation officer in Brisbane.
She and I were crossing a street
When we saw the light on the corner buzzing;
''What the heck are those buzzers for??"", asked she.
''Well, they signal blind people when the light is red"', said I.
''Oh!'', the brainy officer responded,
''what on earth are blind people doing driving!"
.......................
Down-sizing having made her
old co-worker quit the company,
the manager hosted a good-bye luncheon
in her honor; and remarked:
"" This is fun. We should do it more often.,''
No other word was spoken
and we all looked at each other
with 'a rabbit-in-the-light' stare!
.....................
(adapted)
A Silent Fart
by mazHur
Oldie and Goldie
were attending a church service .
they were hardly half way through
when Goldie leaned over
and said to her husband,
"I just let out a silent fart
what do you think I should do?"
Oldie replied:
"Put a new battery
in your hearing aid!":)
(adapted)
This thread of poems
were tiny and delightful
let us post some more
The imagination is
an employee of hope.
Once I fell in love
with a blushing sunset
that was just pink neon
from Wegman’s roof.
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Changing the Calendar
It only takes a second
to flip one month to the next;
a little longer to take down
the old calendar and put up
the New – - but even faster
do the years fly by! The life-
span is rushing away,
like sand spilling out
through a cracked hourglass.
I wish I had a giant thumbtack
to pin time to the wall,
a mile-long strip of tape to keep
these waning days in place.
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Originally Posted by AuntShecky
Not a tiny poem really but a Hamalaya of great thoughts! Congrats !
Cowries and Conches
by mazHur
Wish there was a time tunnel
and we could travel back in time
to our childhood, our youth,
and repeat the follies again !
Wish the sun keeps showering
its warm rays on all evenly,
prejudices were burnt to dust
and people lived in peace.
Wish the reign of love prevailed
you and me went wading in the sea
collected cowries and conches from the beach
and built a Statue of Liberty from them again!
LIAR
Do not cast your h o l l o w eyes upon me with apathetic pity.
For I have seen the truth and acknowledge it with all the dignity I can salvage.
Pay no heed to your transgressions. As always,
Ignorance is bliss.
My query is uttered from my lips, the question filling the room;
Articulated in such a c u t t i n g manner.
Its threatening presence silences us,
And you f a l l from your high throne of self-importance.
Your voice fails and your eyes remain locked to the floor; a shelter from confrontation.
Not daring to venture from this safe-place.
I look to y o u, searching for reprieve from this agonizing stillness,
But my attempts are fruitless...
For I have already lost you to SIN.
Pride on My Pillow
The dark strands
on my white pillow case
are daily reminders
of the barren future ahead.
Here is a little hello from me,
I know not whether there will be hello's ahead,
For I am but a dot in this idiot box called life.
Hey I can't believe the thread has been abandoned like this...:shock:
Let me revive it with something...(toomuch shocked to come up with something worthy for the thread)
He wanted a pirate tattoo
He wanted his lips pierced,
He played the huge drums,
And lived on cheesy tortuillas,
And his poor father explains,
"My son is a gorilla!"
I think it was the first poem I had written.I accidently found it in an old carton today and it made me chuckle...D
Bad, bruising, bloated boring men keep walking in here
Maybe one of them’s the guy for you, honey
Maybe this one with his chewed cigar
Maybe one day every day will be your birthday
Maybe one day he’ll win the gameshow and
drive up to get you in a brand new car
He’ll say, give me a burger with everything on it
And, keep the change, from a hundred dollar bill
what's wrong and right
by obscure beat poet Bing Deploy
I have seen the truths of men
Buried in the depths of them,
And what I carried out from that snowfall,
if that out of X, Y, Z
It's wise to choose Y
Wrong to choose all.
Shake the biting wind
from fingertips numbed to bone,
loosen these metal
claws transfigured by the cold,
unseal aching from its mold.
To the tiny
Grey mouse,
I put out grain
For you.
It is not poison
For I don’t mind—
Sharing life
With you.
Here’s part of a blanket
For a warm bed—
The Nights are
Growing cold.
But please eat your grain
And not nibble my food—
Little one
We both must live…
Pendragon
© 1/13/08
If Curiosity
offed the cat, it could
also be fatal to non-felines.
Lured by the look lurking
in your eye, I wish that
your smile would stop
murdering me.
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Aquamarine frock with sparkly lace,
Displayed to be cherished,envied and admired,
But those with empty pockets, too stared,
And the little eyes silently cried.
Like a Closet Alcoholic
I love you, but
I don't want anyone
to know.
Especially you.
you cannot hide
the redolence of
love and musk
no matter what
sooner or later
the world will
come to know !
That was sooooo sweet, so you, Pen. Loved it! :thumbs_upQuote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
OMG, how awesome in a teeny bottle like this! "Lured by the look lurking" grabbed me. Love it, Aunty! ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by AuntShecky
Aww...I can't quite pinpoint why, but this touched me.Quote:
Originally Posted by AuntShecky
We wore white gloves
And laced pinafores
With fur lined bonnets
That were long since put away
We walked
Hand and hand
Through black, uncaring streets
Three miles, in darkness
To the cracked concrete steps
Where they took pity on us
Because we were young
And so, so lost
But,
Hand in hand,
We were not alone
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I look in the glass
and smile at the unknown girl
who tries to be me
U do have a hand for haikus, lady! This is beautiful!Quote:
Originally Posted by kiz_paws
... Mine are eyes that know
only how to stare
and seek more....
Aw, Kiz Paws, thanks for this:
<<Lured by the look lurking" grabbed me. Love it, Aunty! >>
but your auntie is addicted to alliteration!
Here is a poem so small
you went right by
without noticing it!
In the cold we stood
Eyes in contact
Lips blue
Waiting
For something
The slightest movement
To signal our frozen thought
this is simply beautiful !Quote:
Originally Posted by Grace&Chemicals