RaindropsIf I could make it rainRaindrops40 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
so just to wash it all away.
If my thoughts had sway
with ways, would days
be as dreary as they should?
We could stay.
and clearly say
our simple implicit sins.
A sincere sound
To repair the ties
That lies let fall,
we could leave it all.
uproot the ground,
with a silent thunder sound.
just hold our breath,
If i could make it rain
i'd probably flood the earth...
old Mule on a wirelife without passionold Mule on a wire51 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
is not lived--nor is
life without reason
a working balance
needed to survive
[Not saying either
is good all the time.
Just that some control
might well be acquired
over a lifetime.]
Pity me, oh gods mercilessPity me, oh gods merciless,Pity me, oh gods merciless2 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thou, painters of the green,
Though we fought and fought all restless
Nothing’s as it had been
Have been our ramparts all too weak
Our swords not sharp enough
Once were we strong; now are we meek
The toll to pay, too tough.
Pity the women defenceless,
The bearers of our blood
Caretakers of all that we bless
Now lost to reckless flood;
They, gods, away will be taken
As servants they will serve;
Will be all our rites forsaken?
Is that what we deserve?
Pity, oh gods, bringers of war,
The fate of those sans guilt:
My brethren, once born in this shore
Were our glory was built;
Let him not know what’s slavery,
Vowing to lesser men
Give him castles made of ivory
As his well-deserved den
Waits Bar StoriesShe had painted her fingernails like blood red jewelsWaits Bar Stories3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cherries on oak – that was very, very cool
Gold dripping from the lick, silver hanging from the tummy
Preceding everything with ‘hallelujah’ or ‘honey’
Oh lord, this girl was music, this girl was fine
All about cold tea and just sipping in time
To patience. I said, ‘I said, what’s the word?’
She laughed. “I dunno. But I shall get it burned.”
Untitledwhoever knows to where or when he has elopedUntitled4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
his brain in tangles, his mind a rope
Their River of Pain.: Their River of Pain :.Their River of Pain4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They have suffered
It's like molten lava
carrying each leaf
along a river time
with each day
Something devours within
In a river of pain
To meet it's bowls
(Now read it backwards)
---Brot---5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
ViolinAll dark with age, riddled with dents,Violin5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
wormholes the smoothness mar-
and still your wood endures, though worn
by a hundred years thus far.
A scar runs through your simple scroll
once cracked, mended with care
your pegs are stiff, and must be tuned
with patience and to spare.
But someone carved you lovingly
your curves speak grace and skill
your wood is true, your tone faithful
neither wolfish nor shrill.
A golden sheen is hid beneath
your patina of age
of tears, and dust, and sweaty toil
as stoic as a sage
and in your tone the selfsame glow
becomes a vibrant ring
as bold and rich as honeyed wine
or soft and sweet as spring.
Perhaps the touch of masters great
once coaxed your strings to song
they resonate now with my soul
my guidance, right or wrong
and I must try, as best I can
by ignorance constrained
to heed your silent counseling
refine my hand untrained.
Alone, you're but an instrument
and I a voiceless bard
pursuing visions that I try
to mirror, shard by shard.
Together, we are me
FairyA little fairy photographFairy7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She flies like naked stars
Her body black as blackened night
Her blue wings stained with tar
And little fairy photograph
Allergic to the sun
Lay dying in the corner
Once the blinds had been undone.
the road less traveledtwo roads--one fairer--in the trees crossed;the road less traveled13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i knew to the good path i should keep
but good caution, to the wind, was tossed,
and before i knew it, i was lost--
the woods around me are dark and deep.
i thought myself so bold and clever
to tread where snakes and wolves have played;
why did i try this cursed endeavor?
i'll be trapped in these woods forever--
ah, here at last i've found a small glade.
now some beasts in the brush are hissing
i'm sure to end up some monster's feast!
i should be home, my sweetheart kissing,
but no one even knows i'm missing--
leave off your growling, you fearsome beast!
and now the creeping night is nearing,
for all around me the light has grayed;
the shadows slip into the clearing
and in them, faces, cruelly sneering--
oh, on the good road, i should have stayed!
april 23rd - when did happiness become a feeling?when did the sun suddenly begin to shine?april 23rd - when did happiness become a feeling?15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
hasn't it been cloudy forever?
since when have birds preferred to sing,
rather than squawking angrily at each other?
never, never ever have colors been this vibrant.
never has the light been so lovely.
i always thought that the darkness was cruel,
but now it just feels warm and sunny.
since when did yellow, orange, and red
become colors on the color wheel?
since when did a mouth know how to smile,
how can lips even know how we feel?
how is it that the nightmares are gone,
why does real life feel like dreaming?
since when did the darkness turn to light,
and when did happiness become a feeling?
PerfectI want to be the perfect girlPerfect16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The kind of girl who deserves the world
The type of girl boys die to date -
Perfect to me isn't perfect to you,
And perfect to you isn't perfect to me.
I want to be strong, smart, and true,
What is it that you would like me to be?
You want me to be rail-thin?
You want me to act dumb?
A perfect girl shows lots of skin?
Perfect girls are never strong?
So maybe I don't want to be perfect.
Perhaps perfection's overrated.
I think I'm glad to be a defect,
Because perfection is outdated.
I am strong, and I am smart.
I don't show much skin, but I do show heart.
I don't care any more what you want me to do,
And I don't care any more what you want me to be.
Because perfect to me isn't perfect to you,
And Creatures Lurk OnSomewhere in the sightseeing eastAnd Creatures Lurk On17 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I roam this Earth a being, beast
Neutral from seeing feasts.
Taken the side of befriending prophets, liberating priests.
Humbled by the grace of God and His peace.
Crumble from offers to have the tour cease
For who else would clean deserts of its grease?
Doors close to a smile released.
PeakNotes crawl and lurch and climb like aural newts,Peak18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hands rise up from the ground and grab around.
Dirt stirs to welcome in the seeds of fruits,
Ears strain to gather scare whispers of sound.
Notes poke and pace with care like aural wolves,
Clouds bleed the color of the morning sun.
Winds sound the horns of grass on burly knolls,
Ears rest aroused as pitches move as one.
Notes yawn and jump and whoop like aural chimps,
A chase develops in the midday heat.
Creatures growl, crawl, pounce, bounce, run and limp,
Ears prick up to catch the quick'ning beat.
Notes jump and soar and dive like aural hawks,
Eyes light up with lust and teeth are bared.
Take stock of stalkers in the stalks,
Ears hear flesh by tooth an' claw pierced and pared.
The calm before the storm with wind chills th'air,
And locked 'tween life and death by hungry stares
Prey pay prayers and stiffen up to run,
Ears split from thunder, clouds blot out the sun.
Breath's intaken, Death wakens by sound,
Lightning goes, thunder, to t
Fish BoneWalking in a dead zone,Fish Bone19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With my flashlight,
Chewing on a fish bone,
Might as well die tonight,
If I choke on it,
There will be no vomit,
I'll just bleed out the side of my neck,
At least I'm in the cemetery,
Used to being buried alive,
So when I'm dead it won't be so scary,
And what I mean is life is always falling down on me,
No one comes to my aid,
So I'm used to being dark,
Cold and lonely,
Maybe I'll find love in the after life,
Maybe I'll find a ring on a corpse,
Use it to propose and find a wife,
Until then I'm still chewing on this fish bone,
No cell signal,
I'm just walking through a dead zone.
FireThe SparkFire20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of long life,
Free of conflict,
And a final,
Of times past,
They would last.
Of no more,
They're all back,
Of a phoenix,
Rebirthed from ashes,
Burning like sticks.
poemsA coldness like a worn blanket embraces uspoems21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Freezing our once warm hearts to ice
Nieve young lambs following the shepherds to slaughters
Believing the lies of becoming martyrs
The murders come to watch and feast
They are not enough to make this bloody spring cease
Flowers soothing scent turns to sulfur
Music of birds are replaced by thunder
Last thing I see as my eyes begin to darken
Are pink roses blooming in deaths frozen garden
As a child into the forest I went
To be with friends till the day's well spent
I listened to fairies music and sang their hymes
Danced along and played their games
Dragons flew me over hills and through meadows
Laughed together as we chased the sun's shadows
As t got older too soon I began to see
Things more important than a dragon or fairy
Now I find as I am in the forest today
The dragons and fairies have all flown away
Four young friends close and together as seasons
Journey into battles and adventure without reasons
Then one is gone to soon he must depart
InterrogationIt was 'Who' that started this tired charade,Interrogation22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that would culminate in the both of us feeling so played.
'What' we had was perfectly clear, and
'Where' didn't matter as long as you're near.
'When' was tricky, but I was willing to wait,
as long as 'How' didn't become "leaving it to fate."
Yet the thing that will haunt me until the day that I die
Is how was I ever supposed to answer the 'Why?'
Where Bluebirds FlyI want to beWhere Bluebirds Fly1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Up where the bluebirds fly,
Where the sun never sets
And dreams never die.
Take me up
To the river of stars.
Let me swim past the moon
And glide far past Mars.
Let me soar with angels and dragons,
Up and around pillars of vanilla clouds,
Floating high above the world
Which lies in the storm's shroud.
Lead me beyond
My troubles and worries.
Bring me to freedom;
Quickly, before it scurries
The Ugly Boy (Will not Pat the Cat)There is an ugly boy with a stickThe Ugly Boy (Will not Pat the Cat)1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
strays to my field, by dreary skies,
watches round the sheep, looks sick
with weighty eyes
towards the clouds, reads prayers, sprawls,
fiddles with the grass. I pity
that ugly boy whom the world palls
for a ditty.
This ugly boy under my tree,
I ask him so: what do you want?
“Oh, but hearken: the ravens croak,
they claim I shan’t
long more remain.” The cat comes coy,
but purrs in vain. Life lies here dun.
And fair enough, the ugly boy
leaves with the sun.
The Time Has Come.88The time has come, the day is doneThe Time Has Come.881 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Now I must walk alone
Into the light of the eternal night
Goddamn that telephone!
Oh it's you, I'm so glad it's you
If the truth was truly known
What'cha been doin',
Don't tell me who you're screwin'
I was just gettin' stoned
I was tryin' to write of an eternal night
But I guess that I wudn't really there
You were doin' what? That sounds purdy hot
Don't tell me anymore, it idn't fair
If ya come by later we can have a baked patater
I think that I have one that we can share
I guess I'll see ya then
Or else I'll see ya when
Which ever comes first'll be my prayer.
Dream WeaverOn nights when I just cannot sleepDream Weaver2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And fail to count the endless sheep,
I play the stories in my head
While lying in my comfy bed.
The dreams that will not come to me
And take me from reality
Are woven by my consciousness
So they aren’t such a jumbled mess.
I want to walk on fresh white snow
While flowers on the buildings grow.
And did you see that dinosaur
Draw pictures on the ocean floor?
It’s hard to do this at this hour,
For their creation takes great power.
I strain to weave what they’re about
‘Till finally I just pass out.