In Cold Pursuit
The November wind chased
leaves of late-turning oak
through the puddled parking lot.
Like brown and furry creatures
they skedaddled and skipped
without looking back, and some
took flight like startled birds.
In Cold Pursuit
The November wind chased
leaves of late-turning oak
through the puddled parking lot.
Like brown and furry creatures
they skedaddled and skipped
without looking back, and some
took flight like startled birds.
Rustic Soul
The other side of loveliness
Lives the brut of chivalry
Doused in inert timeliness
By the berth of reverie.
Where does the portent lead the sylph
That traipses the lip afforded
Of fluttering fens and casual drifts
That the light of days recorded.
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
These are simple but marvelous images, Auntie. From now on when I see the autumn leaves rise in a gust, I will think of this poem.Originally Posted by AuntShecky
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Last edited by Mr.K; 12-21-2008 at 02:15 PM.
Stippling
Inveterate breezes
braising the bronzing bodies
under a blazing sun
riposting wry penchants for
easy cheer, light ease
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
Smile bitter flowers
the salt is in the wound
while the thorns bleed
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Infinitive Key
mirrored reflections
echoed affectatiously
effecting fervor
but not sharp restless passion,
reduced in mixed parts
rather, as instinct beckons
and precludes reply
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
Has my love
become a scentless rose
each time I grasp
I feel the thorns
but at least I know
my blood is true.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Muffled Pass
rough rides the gale
battling through the
mysticism of the redwood floor
disturbing no hint of stature
but diffusing a slight resounding echo
in the close dulcet din
observing
return
without
this plywood of fortune
Last edited by alakungfu; 12-01-2008 at 12:56 AM.
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
Super Absorbent
They said I was a sponge,
sopping up resources
of parents, siblings, spouse.
I soaked up everything –
what they said
and how they said it,
saving it all for further use.
Want to see?
Just give me a squeeze.
Squeezing you, Auntie, hoping for another of these. I loved it!
Light-hearted
Beautiful
and unloved
Bearable
when ungloved
Dissonant
as a feather
Independent
of the weather
A slow decanter
of privileged means
A tiny dancer
iof intimate scenes.
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
alakungfu, small, but perfectly perportioned!
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
"Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka
here's to the silence
of spring, of rain and flowers
and the sky blooming with clouds
black morning
coffee in hand, I gaze down on
cars aswarm in rain and headlights
an old dog left to mourn
his bewilderment and grief
echo coldly off the cement walls
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
"Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka
rich fields deliver
silver meadows soon reflect
choice evening proceeds
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
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