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Originally Posted by DanielBenoit
Suggested title: "Which one of these things doesn't belong?" Of course, supermarket frozen pizza and cardboard are more or less synonymous.
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Originally Posted by DanielBenoit
Suggested title: "Which one of these things doesn't belong?" Of course, supermarket frozen pizza and cardboard are more or less synonymous.
restoring a slight
in a vexatious manner
of wit and good will
I just noticed that some really good verse that's in the blogs should get a wider audience. This one is just
lovely:
http://www.online-literature.com/for...g.php?bt=41678
Death is the inevitable destination
There is no rest, no transition
Time falls upon us like autumn
And we know winter will show no mercy
We walk a path towards that time
When our mouth will no longer close
Breath escaping into nothingness
I should feel sadness and loss
But my emptiness just leaves me numb
In the face of an endless determination.
crumbling rod of gaunt
exposure blows ont the mists'
leaky glass gaskets
Nuts
They mock me,
those empty shells
scattered on the ground.
A hundred times
I scanned the trees
all the way from top to down:
nope – nothing growing.
Some shrewd squirrel
has bested me,
who'd hunted by the book.
Rewards don't come
through serendipity,
but merely knowing
where to look.
The clouds parted and the world could see
Far above the earth
With leaves of laurel framing its lea,
The cherished bed of birth
of eternity, running now
to its home in bounding hills.
The glimpse of raptures was ravished over
even as it rose
And life and death greeted one another
Somewhere amidst the throes.
In starry clusters they would fleetly bow
and part by Destiny’s quills.
Sometimes the sky is stretched with possibilities
clouds converge and cast their diverse shade of colour
I am a traveller, this is my time, my trespassing
Upon the landscapes that lie scattered through my past life
They rise like rainclouds from the residue of memory
And transfix me in this topography of thought
Whispers and wafers of this world will rinse
Through my waking hours, with an aching wanderlust for ways
to escape into the endless possibilities of ethereal dream
I know is the incorrect answer
to an infinite number of questions
haikus are easy
but sometimes they don't make sense
refrigerator
-anonymous-
I love this!Quote:
Originally Posted by hack
I love short poems. I get overwhelmed, and sometimes bored, by longer crafted works; and suffer myself to bail, even upon reading a grand poem, if there are no white space line breaks.
Much of my 'poetry' was contrived in the "Poetry in Motion" and Haiku contests by (you know), so, most of my work is very brief (incoherent at times - but brief); epitome(s) if you will.
A baker's dozen (not including my sig) from the humble works of tailor STATELY:
Listen
Give pause
to thine
humble prayers
Turn thy
mind's thoughts
to God's love
... and listen
11-1-2005
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The Sanctuary of Tears
There issanctuaryin tearsthough acold comfortsilent inits solacebe found
10-4-2005
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AtAraxis
Be not thus deceivedLest you disparage your worth
Rouse not the tiger
7-23-2005
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Winternacht
Autumn foregone
through days darken
The moon peeps
through trees
snow laden
Cold starry night
4-16-2005
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Moonbeam-Dreams
Rhythmically the ocean rolls
Welcoming a summer moon
Evoking moonbeam-dreams
Of love's fleeting nights
12-29-2004
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Love & Death
Love
death
Bitter
tears
Hush
this
pain
encaged in my
icy breast
O Lord
Release my crippled heart
12-4-2006
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The Silvered Pane
Step intomy glassasylumThe journeydescendingthe depthsof memoriesmidst wantingand weepingand pain
9-9-2006
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Repose
A bench
in the shadows
of the mimosa tree
a shimmering quiet found
a delicious serenity
2-14-2004
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All Your Base...
The Oort Cloud men
Teach of the
Planets of the sun
As ten
10-11-2006
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Snow Day
Aloft
so softly
the snow
floats and
flutters dusting
rushing children
ecstatic
in airy play
1-22-2008
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Mi
Misty minded miLike fog-bound branch of frail tree
Touch doth make me weep
5-28-2008
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Sundow'n
D' bass dey hide now
leav'n dem d' shallows be
nite-time he'ya soon
3-18-2004
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Respite
Underneathe bright azure
sky spun desire
The winds of love hesitated
breathless by a flower
1-1-2008
© tailor STATELY
Beautiful work tailor. Taylor is a family name. My brother's middle name, my grandfathers middle name( his given first name was Doctor, as in 7th son of a 7th son ), and though my father has no first or middle name, only initials, his middle initial is, ostensibly, in lieu of Taylor. Anyway, wonderful stuff cousin.
My God won't fit in your tiny box
Is that your voice, or an upper case VOX ?
I feel so alone
Now your body's gone
Dispersed, disconnected
rhythmic halting gait
mantis sways on trembling leaf
a tiny green prayer
Dark Matter
The meaning of life
is meaning, hot shot!
Pot Shot
school of hard knocks
in a varnished nutshell
Cynic's Stage
the faculty staircase
that ascends from the depths
They are great Tailor!
In Homage
a tiny web
at cathedral door
a small devotion
laid at God's feet
Overkill
ultimatum of the sexes
-kiss the other cheek
Unmourned
Love is made of stars and written quick
Lacking only the knowledge of its own death
A spade the muse that bids it farewell
Planted in infertile ground, unmarked, unmourned
...
I once saw the Blue in your eyes,
Your eyelids entangled me
I once came to this forbidden horizon
and never went back!
Immediate Gratification
mirage on the beach
emblematic trickle dunk
crossed dream of a tree
Face pressed to the pillow
I try to die to day
To get back to my dreams
Before they slip away
I do believe a cow could ski
But she would do it fearfully
Not with elan, as you and me
But, oh what damage to a tree
when the planets all stop spinning
and hurtle toward the sun
and all of man's stone temples
topple over one by one
will it all be plain then that
their gods protecting earth
did not give a tinker's damn
about man's death or birth
In these, our quintessential days,
While each dead sinner hopes and prays
And Heaven's server freezes up
And backlogs our anointing cup
In queue we wait, with patience thin
And wonder, will God let us in?
Or is this it, forever thus,
To stand in Heaven's line and cuss?
"Hey I'm going out to get a steak."
"Aren't you going to eat fish? It's Friday."
"Oh yeah."
Taken by day
By day
Like rotten
Fruit buried
In the
Heat of the sun
Coffee is overhead
and planes fly by
Hegel’s not deep
I can understand Hegel
Hegel’s not deep
I have spent sleepless nights
Flaring fire
Blown out
Out—, soon
Face—, look
Through eyes;
In paper
ON sheet
He said to her;
"Can I tell you something?"
"What is it?"
"Hello."
a little love
a little squalor
a little sty
where I can waller
@hack
l
o
l
Lover, if
...you were a parched orange
I'd rather let you die whole and bright
Than see all your zest dwindle, little by little
And peal away
Slow and sticky
As you struggle to cling
To the roots of your tree
Down Under
I know he acted ginger,
as God would want him to,
when Noah tucked his asps in
a pouch of Kangaroo
Uncharacteristically for upstate New York, we're only getting light snow today, unlike residents of the lower Mid-Atlantic states unaccustomed to measuring snowfall in feet, not inches. The following ditty is dedicated to the good people of Maryland and the District of Columbia:
If the snow ever stops,
we can quit warming our hands 'round a steaming cup,
start opening the door and setting free our skittish pup
who'll sniff the lawn 'til grasses poke up their tops
if the snow ever stops,
if the snow ever stops.
I like the subtle battle in the lines between the snow and the thaw, with the snow still winning out in the end. Nicely done, Auntie!Quote:
Originally Posted by AuntShecky
beneath that cog
another broke
a wheel spun free
and missed a stroke
our love entire
though God had spoke
began to grind
and give off smoke
with hearts ablaze
a funeral pyre
and no alarm
to fight the fire
languid complaint
as Nero's lyre
we stood and watched
the blazing bier
prodding embers
in afterthought
what once was love
is not so hot
A kiss,
a spat,
and love goes down the toilet.
I don't understand this spinning earth
or comprehend a lepton's worth,
but in my world it's plain to see
the universe encircles me.
^ I liked this so much that I actually laughed and got some strange looks.
Quote:
Originally Posted by hack
The universe around you
searched long until it found you.
Though you may have a wandering foot,
I suggest you just stay put!
But if he doesQuote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
you will see
his legs will shrink,
and knees will weak.
With respect to Robert Burns style of common things...
The armored clad
with boxy shape
the little lad
the winged cape
with fearful gaze
six bony legs
a look of craze
stationed dregs
admired not
less than slug
a caustic shot
a Stink Bug