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.
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.
Last edited by Bluemauvey; 03-22-2007 at 10:08 AM.
Syllable count! Oops!
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…
Last edited by Pendragon; 03-23-2007 at 09:49 AM.
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Corrected! Thanks P.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….
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Drive a hard bargain
Pull the plug on memory
And ram the point home
There will be no restore point
When we format who we are
A flipped coin
Last edited by Bluemauvey; 03-23-2007 at 11:37 AM.
Possibilities—
Many reason there but two:
Heads or tails only—
I submit further results:
What chance if I call edge?
an outright lie told when the truth is perfectly acceptable...
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
White Man has forked tongue—
Telling my People promises;
Whites never keep them.
My People are not Children—
If you lie to them, they know…
Getting out of prison after 25 years...
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Getting out of Prison after 25 Years...
I was never an
upright Person, until I
left my unholy
prison, with its sick people;
25 years of Madness.
------------------------------
The Time Has Come.
Last edited by Uncle Lar; 04-06-2007 at 02:26 PM. Reason: Change the second and last lines.
Warden says "It is time."
I take one last look around.
Today is the day.
Sentence handed down carried out.
Innocent man like me dies...
The Last Leaf
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
The Last Leaf
Burnished gold clings to
the edge of Autumn, leafy
fingers plucked and crushed
by winter's brute tug and stomp...
Cares not for gold, but diamonds.
the perfect apple
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
The perfect apple
with high knowledge was given
to Adam and Eve
with dire consequences
for them and all their children.
----------------------------
A Better Tomorrow.
Ah, Uncle Lar beat me to the punch! I like the tanka, so I'll leave my version anyway. Now, let us see:
Burnished crimson shine,
Temptation for poor mortals,
Only one small bite—
Deliciously wicked taste—
Cast out of Eden, forever…
Looking for a better life—
Where does one go when dreams fade?
Beyond tomorrow's sky,
In places that never saw me—
Is there still room for my dreams?
self-portrait
Last edited by Pendragon; 04-09-2007 at 10:19 AM.
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
With my Self-Portrait,
I see myself as I am,
accept myself well,
and seek to improve myself
wisely and deftly always.
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My Bleeding Heart
My Bleeding Heart.
My heart gushed out blood
when she left me after she
learned her Father would
disown her if he found out
she dated me and loved me.
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A Happy Tale
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