My Love of Poetry
Snow circles its way
gently around sagging trees
at dawn...all is new.
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My Love of Poetry
Snow circles its way
gently around sagging trees
at dawn...all is new.
nice one ala
a morning carafe
glistens, filled with a season
ripe to be settled
Thank you, Il Penseroso. Yours is a nice one,too. I'd call it the epitome of evocative.Quote:
Originally Posted by Il Penseroso
held each other close
tumbled around in a slur
can it be called love?
rain on stiffly
engine putters wryly home
that's the end of it!
summer sun blazing,
clouds gather, a wasp lingers,
argent sky shimmers.
every moment gone
as time fades beyond this place
yet i remember...
walk with me a while
in the light before the dawn
and feed me your dreams
pleased with herself my
cats rusty-squeak purrs reach a
satisfied thrumming
rollicking trimly
in a keen place of business
minding the beeswax
summer laziness
disappears come the fall like
rain on hot pavement
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sound of coffee
percolating riffs the dawn
on the verge of late
"I can't express T'ai
Chi in words, but I do what
I can to practice."
(Uncle Lar)
pancakes drift aloft
through the warm morning seeking
taste buds to surprise
"In order to be
in the ascendant, play your
Game and be the best!"
(Uncle Lar)
"in the ascendant: supreme, dominant."
(Oxford English Dictionary)
life in its aspect
waking from rest in the light
of Apollo's trove
the road to heroism
is paved with good indices,
mortar asunder
My friends have a new
baby girl to love, honor,
and raise in this world!
and raise in this world
and maybe even the next
a staunch miracle
A staunch miracle,
unwavering and true hope,
how the faithful thrive!
orchestral prophets
in an open field by night
truly live revue
"Frolicking, with all
One could ever need, I see,
think, and move better."
(Uncle Lar)
Cold, shining metal
My savior, my idol, it
Cuts deep, red blood flows.
green environmenta
bask in craven, shady depths
offering respite
"Open the doors of
perception, see things as they
truly are, and learn..."
(Uncle Lar)
"When the doors of perception are cleansed,
man will see things as they truly are, infinite."
(William Blake)
sweet drenching sunshine
languid body sips moist heat
soporific dew
"I treat the weekend
as a vacation and plan
for the week to come."
(Uncle Lar)
Love's Draught
desperate onslaught
slaked by chocolate rose petals
rimed in cogent peals
we think in tandem
lovers' base reality
our soul ambition
art as relevant
be it ever so humble
inflate origin
trains of thought repose
jacquard abilities
sheerly cognitive
oh, I love this!Quote:
Originally Posted by Haven
October leaf drops
minute act signifying
a momentous change
Hopping on the branch
a sprightly bird finds refuge
the hungry cat prowls
damson on my mind
ingrained sunset on one side
looming tide approaching
As the gavel swings
dread defines the gypsy king's
applicated stings.
Then the truth hits him,
he just stood there insisting,
"I was not set up!"
First, the night's moonbeams
A tangle of graceful dreams
My heart leaking dawn
Twilight in her eyes
moonlight shone through her long hair
sweet raven goddess
Olde crazed Night Stalker
Marches the gallows-high heath
Splaying his dire prey
Dog's Breakfast
His tummy rumbles
the bowl of food is untouched
it is the wrong food
Oh, silly woman
what brand of petfood is this?
I will not eat it!
Slouches on his bed
Glaring in a moody way
His tummy rumbles...
considered approach
detected at thwarted chapters
stewed in struck nectars
safety is nothing
but a simple state of mind,
yet it fools us all.
ice blankets the streets
an unexpected free day
giddy thoughts carom