my strength
flows, in torrents,
out through my pen, winding
random intricate noble streams
of words.
hehe just kidding, my pen is defi-damned-nitely not my strength!!
my strength
flows, in torrents,
out through my pen, winding
random intricate noble streams
of words.
hehe just kidding, my pen is defi-damned-nitely not my strength!!
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
of words
he speaks with truth
stories without an end
campfire blushes with heated light
warmth flows
it just came to my knowledge that cinquains are usually of the form- ababb.
so i thought i'd give it a shot...
warmth flows--
home is home sweet,
no room for pressing throes--
a haven where joy in quiet
will greet.
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
will greet
the next person
who enters, slow or sweet
whether ugly duckling or swan
or fawn
or fawn
servility
does not please me, just stop
think of us as being equal
good friend
good friend,
missing rhyme
has been the ugly end
of many a writer in time,
such crime...
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...
such crime
to think oneself
as all encompassing
isolation a fearful friend
tragic
a-b-a-b-bOriginally Posted by Pendragon
ah so u noticed!
tragic
how broken heart
sooth'd by mere rhetoric
breaks again when those words desert,
hopes part.
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
hopes part—
destroying dreams—
find myself back at start.
but then nothing is what it seems—
with dreams…
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 dreams
of a better
future she packed her bags.
Leaving the house she turned for one
last look....
last look,
and then goodbye
to field and wood and brook;
No cheek remains unkiss'd, no eye
is dry.
Voices mysterious far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in my ear,
Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?
is dry
praying for rain
but it seems that the sky
is disinclined to ease our pain
again
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...
again
the dawn is near
the horizon breaks free
the dark departs and light appears
press on
...where is our dear uncle lar...mr haiku...hopefully he is doing well...
press on
the charges do,
and stark despair dawns on,
i wish i could, all errors due,
undo!
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
undo!
these chains that bind
me to this earthly form
free the soul that dwells crouched within
this form
"Man, of all the animals, is probably the only one to regard himself as a great delicacy".
Jacques Yves Cousteau
Location: Turks and Caicos Islands,2003
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