the ringing wont stop
[technological disease]
overcomes judgement
my invisible scarab
button eyes and antennae
next topic: the colon ;)
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the ringing wont stop
[technological disease]
overcomes judgement
my invisible scarab
button eyes and antennae
next topic: the colon ;)
things are looking up
the wrong end of history
shudder at the waste;
fast and purge the narrative
clear the post-colonial stage
next topic: the semicolon :D
good one, auto. i love the colon. ;)
tear my heart in two
add another bitter phrase
conflict unresolved
a ball and club suspended
in mid sentence, paralyzed
next: hmmm....adam's apples and oranges.
thanks, holo! :)
always to swallow
difficult these fruit become
as bitter lemons
love is the music of fruit
and so the humans play on
next: four hundred smiles
Graduating Class,
1923. Sal's high
on Coca - collar
collapsing in heat hitting
high 99's, snapshot caught.
next topic - a pumpkin patch
glistening, waiting
bright faces creased with sideways
frowns or unborn grins
like a hundred harvest moons
they wait in a sky of green
next topic:
Bacchus
Cheerful fluid god,
whose languid walks lead satyrs
and such scandalous
muses to deep willful festivals,
let the gathering not end.
Next topic:
The birth of Jove
Rhea deceived him,
stone wrapped in swaddling clothing
given her husband
to swallow, Zeus secretly
sent to Kriti, raised by nymphs
next topic: ages ago
The scythe's twang rang deep
in the branchless wilderness
of metallic mind,
A soul lost to memories
of ages and dates gone by.
Wishing for contentment.
hands resting softly
nuzzled in wool, chamomile.
the cat on the book
laid aside, she watches through
the window a hawk in flight
an unexpected turn for better
life moved steadily
same pace, same route, same faces.
comfortable days,
to the point of sheer boredom,
until she rode into town...
cat fight
Screeching in the dark
like ragged claws on tin plates,
nipping at my dreams,
the terrible duo howl
alike in vain collision.
Deadlines.
sucking all pleasure
from family holiday,
deadline looms larger
requiring full attendance,
killing any hope of joy
first date
too green for burning,
leave that to the last of the
autumn leaves that fall
in golden waves above dark
heads bent close, hearts taking note.
next: first kiss
gentle waves of bliss
pass through...electrifying!
crescendoing beat
of two hearts pressed close, now one.
nothing will compare - first kiss
next: final embrace
As she holds me for
one last time, I reflect and
remember love's days.
She knows not that I will be
changing the spin of her world.
Next topic: sunrise/sunset at the beach
white sands shelter shells
as Sun stretches her strong rays
lovers long embrace
later returning
bid Sun good-bye, Moon hello
Next: sledding
Slick ice underbutt
buries the mantel of Spring's green
in glistering white
to charm the skidding children
whose wildness carves their course.
Sense of oneself upon approaching a black hole.
okay, I'm getting rather tired of always saying :thumbs_up so just assume I always admire yours, and let's be done with it, k-o, IP? :p
quiet humming of
rushing veins packed in boundless
atmospheric chill;
succumb to the sucking draw
of ultimate emptiness
ignoring your conscience
just because I know
better doesn't mean I won't
do it anyway
stupid voices in my head
wish they'd just leave me alone
doing something courageous
Likewise Riesa, honestly (but I'll still point out what I really like :)).
The sky glows brighter
as with lanterns lit the lean
strike discord in streets;
a monarch grim sits on gold
given for distribution.
Waiting for the worms. (I'm listening to it now)
staring across years
his gaze settles upon her
chestnut hair, green eyes
sparkling as she turns to leave.
dying, he waits for the worms...
sunshine belies the mood
leaves of dismal gold
dangle wrinkled faces that
drain slow, summer’s blood
clotting in heaves and stops; a
false warmth, granting only chill
next: frost
Light freckles the lawn
in a glittering landscape
of dawn's drowsiness,
light sharpening to sustain
green under radiant garb.
Pigeons.
she sits in the rain
observing sheltered pigeons,
wonders how they thrive
as she struggles through the days...
one more finds its own haven
at the ice skating rink
Really haven't been
here for times long enough to
forget everything.
So when I fly through the white
I forget all the pain in feet.
Winter being late.
Sudden waves of ice,
ground baren and chills within
the sky looms empty.
Geese spell overhead the chain,
but snow refuses to fall.
Drunk cosmonauts.
getting drunk in space
spun out silver suits in streams
of vodka? depends
on which space station tonight’s
seeking heights higher than high
next: empty city streets on a windy day
Rotten teeth of cars,
cruel shadow flicker leaves,
howling broach of cold;
tossed discomfort and dismay
push of fickle feathertips.
The cataclysmic cushion of phobia.
Like Newton's theory,
objects of fear stay in fear
anxious like Prufrock,
casual blankets wrap the heart
desire hid like swaddled sons.
That was a tough one.
Disappearing snow.
looking past paned glass
she contemplates life's meanings;
dreams coming loose in
tangled mysteries, silken webs -
vanishing with fallen snow
Next: anticipating the New Year
that's beautiful, Susan.
breathing on cold glass
thin fingertips draw half-rounds,
a smile through which
to sweep up the falling year,
opening to hopes pristine
a unseasonably warm and shining day
oooooohkay, I guess it's up to me to continue this thread as usual. where did you go IP?
a chill dismissed on
rigorous wandering roads
perched high, cloistered clouds
nuzzling greening mountaintops
early bees sing buzzjoy.
:p
umm.
an erupting volcano above a small village in Greece.
5-7-7-7-5
The Fire-God speaks anger,
Bitter rage gives way to pain—
Down the slopes his hot tears
Pour, streams of molten lava—
Our village is gone…
A wolf howling on a misty mountain
Pen, 5-7-5-7-7.
And Riesa, sorry but I tried like three times to write on that subject without any luck. Yours was brilliant as usual though.
Has anyone noticed the profusion of poems about warm winter weather lately?
Lost in heavy fog
searching with screams the unknown
wolves cry to the moon.
The glowing orb glimpsed dimly
as clouds sink to lull the wolves.
Beach scenery in winter.
Pen, 5-7-5-7-7. Thank you, IP! I guess the peolpe at Red Owl Magazine who published some of my Tanka, didn't realize the form no more than I. Que sera, sera.
The waves race shoreward,
Splashing onto a lonely beach—
The people are gone.
Home where fires are burning bright,
And warm blankets are waiting…
A Rainforest's animals.
dripping hush, midnight
toucan's screech bend vines aside
as howler monkeys
cry like infants dreaming of
nests of hunting araneae
hey, IP you are too kind. :p
yay, that's good new Pen! Congrats.
an overly confident small dog
Bare your teeth and growl,
But since you are very tiny—
You expect I fear?
Oh, I see what you have done!
You only woke up big brother…
A skunk encounter unexpectedly...
Shouts and rotten scents
speak cataclysm in woods,
nervous lift of tale,
screech and howl by midnight moon
man the worse by nature's smell.
Natural light at play on aluminum.
Scales flash in the sun
As the fish rise up to be fed,
All in little rows
Like little school children
Who have just stopped by to watch…
Bats pouring from a cave at nightfall--