cave purges itself
of flying inhabitants,
black wings dot the night.
showered in moonlight's soft glow,
they give no reason for fear.
next: a child's snowday, no school
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cave purges itself
of flying inhabitants,
black wings dot the night.
showered in moonlight's soft glow,
they give no reason for fear.
next: a child's snowday, no school
Yay! No school! We’ll
Go sledding down the big hill
And build a snowman!
Give me a carrot for his nose,
And a red scarf for his neck!
A Chinese prayer garden...
come to the garden.
it is not mine, but Nature's
own Utopia.
sit quietly and listen...
you may hear your Father's voice.
next: the touch of a lover's lips
crimson subtly spiced,
drops of vanilla mangoes
rush in climbing vines
to free furtive mysteries
and pluck lightning harpsichords
next topic: sunbathing
5-7-5-7-7
sitting quite alone
i don't know what i'm to do
confused about this
attempt to change shades of skin
who invented this idea?
next: lord of the rings
By tyrant design
he fashioned these hollow orbs,
mirrors of his prey.
Scattered as a dying breath
the rings mingle man to doom.
The Middle Passage.
We could not pass North
Snow and Ice turned vicious fang—
The South was cruel—
Far too near to Isengard—
The Dark Middle Passage waits…
The One Ring...
the one ring binds us,
love's never ending circle.
this ring is not worn
outwardly, but is hidden
deep within our very souls.
next: sitting on the riverbank
I remember us
sitting on the riverbank.
my head, your shoulder,
that's how this journey began.
And now - my head, your shoulder.
funeral
Dusk decrepit grey
shallow to the touch of wind,
gloom a surrounding
shield against the play abroad
of children who see no clouds.
The lengthening shadow of a slowly crawling bug.
Light strikes carapace,
As the insect lumbers past—
Heading for darkness
Behind its shadow lengthens—
Grotesque against the white tiles…
Spider weaves a web....
waterdrops cling heavy
distorting silken pattern
a fragile prison
slowly, and with utmost care
the web weaves its´ spider
(from an African proverb)
coming home :-)
I can see the door.
The question is—what welcome
Will there be inside?
I have been gone so long now—
Am I more than memories?
Doves on wing...
Silver procession
of fabled coos in mourning
unpretentious in
flight and demeanor yet with
their mild winging comes faith
charlie chaplin
Struts himself with cane,
silent monopoly fame
on a slapstick scale,
bouncing, shuffles from the stage
to the moving picture show.
(I really don't know much about Chaplin, so I hope this is at least somewhat correct - If not I plead poetic license.)
Tree platters carrying snow. (A Fitzgeraldism)
Evergreens are snowcapped,
Their branches carry loads of white—
Like bridesmaids bouquets—
Hoarfrost paints the silver hair,
Youthful maidens now grow old…
Send in the clowns...
You walked far today
in search of your missing joy.
You set your love free
and now you request my aid?
Go home, I'll send in the clowns.
Okay, so this is not so hot. At all! It's 6am...I tried!
Next: wedding night bliss
Strong, steady candles
Arranged in pairs for comfort;
Shadows on the wall
The guests left respect for us,
The candles stopped dancing first
Next: Tracing pictures
Images appear
As the fingers work the pen,
Along the papers—
The top paper is translucent,
Allowing him to see beneath…
playing "Chopsticks" on the piano
She starts it slowly
My hands ,outstretched and baring
My index fingers
How I await the moment
Lithely dancing in my head
Next: Bees
Golden crossed with black,
they share the flower's beauty
to die in winter.
Softly floating tiplers sink
as frost gilds their tiny wings.
Snow slush.
“Slip slide in the way” playing—
Tires trying to bite—
Asphalt becomes a ski slope—
Minus the thrill of the ride—
Victory—agony—slush…
Amish barn with hex symbol
Boards planked and stripped
to fit a natural weave,
wood wrung raw by hand
placed by care in workman's sight,
their icon to industry.
The metabolism of an amoeba.
Single cell animal—
That is what they always said—
Microscopic glob
Makes a better description—
This one may divide in two…
Fox in the henhouse...
Just for the hell of it I wanted to do one out of turn, I rather liked my last topic. :)
Sliding feet react,
gelatinous rotation
in their liquid bite,
food submerged by pulsing taste
and suction scours one-celled life.
Feathers erupt like
ash from out volcanoes' mouths,
and sleep-roused hens rush
naked from the fox's jaws
that hover empty with heat.
The grinding workmanship of ironsmiths.
The rough grindstone spins,
Sparks light the smoky smithy
The sword must bite deep
Drink the blood of enemies—
Quench the Lust for Conquest's Prize
Trapped in a haunted house...
Eery smell of dust,
ruinous walls mirror our
eventual minds;
ghosts like faded memory
steal across the stairs in night.
A grazing cow impervious to his surroundings.
Munching grass to mulch
the tasty green collapses
in his piston teeth.
An engine of digestion
the ground his constant platter.
A dream broken by day.
Light paints specifics
on a cloud-surfaced pupil
fissured by the brain,
a beam spreads the marble sky,
men themselves make steel of day.
The jester picks his tone.
Guys, is this mike dead?
A funny thing happened on my…
Take my wife—please! Yep!
You might be a redneck if…
You can’t fix stupid… Here’s your sign…
http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...n_reporter.gif
A lead rock guitarist wails away
What happened to this thread's continuity? Where is everyone?
Word strumming shadows
on the first-song stage,
the break of twilight,
as phantoms split pantomimes
in audio rehearsal.
The percussion of a ragged suit.
Moths had a feast on
My best new suit, leaving holes:
Craters everywhere!
Dang little Kamikazes!
The suit is beat—moth-eaten!
The joy of finding a new penny
Metallic luster
glares its pigment asunder,
descends upward eyes
to stoop and let light sprinkle
flashes in reflected sun.
the cool hand of decay
Bony digits touch,
Caress my flushed countenance
Icy coldness grows
The scent of eggs long overlaid
Begins to rise, rancid fog
The Reaper sharpens his scythe...
Time with spray of sparks
razes dull moments to shine,
burning crisper light;
embers fall like ousted dust,
motes that hide from smokey rays.
petclothing in a superstore
Highland, four-holed cape
Will hold the shivering wreck
In the freezer aisle;
Like on the first day of school
You'll grow into it in time.
A lost tuning fork.
Mauvey, that last line needs 7...
Vibrating twin tines
Perfect pitch awaits the find
Harmony is required—
Where the slender silver forks?
My guitar still complaining…
Lost in the forest…
Corrected! Thanks P.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
p.s. There are 8 syllables in your last line ;)
Lost in the forest
A Roman coin that fell out
Of time and did lay
Face up,and brazen golden
Day after day after day...
The last of the clocks
Fixed! Thank you! ;)
Technical tyrants!
Now rusty and missing parts—
Do you think to rule?
Grandfather hath no pendulum,
Big Ben hath lost his great voice…
The end of the computer age….