Don't Hate the RayDon't hate the rayDon't Hate the Ray9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It only did what nature told it to
It was grumpy and felt threatened
So it took the only action that it knew
Don't hate the ray
What it did was only natures way
The ray is still a beauty of the sea
A creature to be respected and conserved
By folks like you and me
But most importantly
You'll find this to be true
Don't hate the ray
Because Steve wouldn't want us to
Queen RegnantAs you embroidered autumnQueen Regnant6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
into my bones, I heard the
trees giggle to themselves:
"We're going to make all
the leaves change color,
pin them along the sidewalk
for you to follow and we'll
wreathe them in your hair.
You will be our daughter."
You folded apples into my smile,
making it crisp, but sweet. I
took the time to thank you by
shrugging off my sweater and
giving it to you. A daughter
of the trees, braided with their
leaves, needs no protection
from the elements that embrace her.
"Your leaf diadem suits you,
daughter," they say as
their branches weave between
gusts of wind. For once,
I believe them.
PinesThe pines bend overPines1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dark against a satin sky
Old and wind-twisted
Weary of winter
of going on
They stretch in a sweet spring sun
Stretch, straighten, and start over
pale new needles poke
out of paper-crisp wrappings
tender and soft
having never seen a winter
Five's a CrowdA Saskatoon year is not symmetrical:Five's a Crowd6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it has five seasons
stumbling into one another
toasting timeless acquaintance
is grey and tan
a folded old woman
a stalk of straw in her gravel teeth.
Limping, smiling and wet
from between Winters supermodel thighs
she stains white legs
damp cigarette butts and chokecherries
knotted in her grove of hair.
Yet we smile
we only feel
her forehead warmth
her wrinkle-dust like talc
she unbends her back
to reach behind us
and breaks the hour-hand
suggests she stay.
Her cracked lips like sidewalks
crusted folds of her face
cold fingers up our backs
are nothing like Spring
All Our FaultWe swallowed fireflies,All Our Fault5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
watched them become
red esophagus lights
on the way down.
We pulled off wings of fairies
and cut them into tiny
We blew up
the stars, the moon
and then, and then
There was no longer
enough light to guide us
in the night.
Morning Walk in AutumnThe marsh is half frozen,Morning Walk in Autumn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
splays of ice scattered
over leaves and mud.
Reed tops coated in frost
bowing to the cold.
I walk over the creaking bridge
and think of autumn,
clutching in my stiff hand
three fallen branches
and dead leaves--
a brittle bouquet
for my vase--
their stillness says
I died to make all things new.
The swanThe swan4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A love swan heart
forming in a shallow
river water an
See it glide in the
moonlight with an
armful of white
across the stream.
the seed greeted the asphalt -the seed greeted the asphalt with surprisethe seed greeted the asphalt -8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
, said it was set upon by early morning winds,
that they came from under the bridge by the bay,
rose up and turned like a freight train down the street;
ignoring the stop sign completely, causing an early commuter
to lean into it, squinting. discoloured leaves
rushed to fill its absence, falling over each other,
it said the heavy mass of pure air hit with such momentum
as to shake it off deliberately, making it a helpless
and unwilling hitchhiker for some 20 metres.
Retraction of ChlorophyllLonger nights,Retraction of Chlorophyll4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and shorter days,
Sinking towards the horizon,
the sun stretches itself against
pulsating veins retracting
from margins to petiole
In summer we all burnThe summer is coming,In summer we all burn4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear the beach roaring from here,
can see shirts hung over shoulders,
sunglasses, arms round waists,
can feel the earth's purrs,
pollens tossed up at us in fanfare.
Ants are walking over me
because we're sharing a tree together.
Back to back, we're trying to
make our winter's pallour a warmer shade.
Is it some sort of personal sign
when you let your shoe-tongues fill with tan bark,
when it's driven you mad your whole life?
Or when you eat ice-cream in public (the sticky
fingers a mere afterthought)?
These trees though, they're not changing.
I can't help thinking they're
often doing better than we are.
Summer is coming; they sit still and burn.
Some go out with a bang!
Others fall to dust.
But us, we fuss and flail.
Still we burn.
Summer is for beaches and getting laid.
Summer is for stretching,
for sticking your proboscis into
the rivers and guzzling.
No, I can't help thinking about
the skeletons at the waterholes in the Mallee.
For a Crow on a Telephone Wirebeing black is oppressive,For a Crow on a Telephone Wire11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ballast in a body that should not
sit so elegantly on a flimsy wire.
lines should tense or bend
beneath your weight, but you have bones
formed of wind
and ride on things less dense.
Little old lightbulbLittle old lightbulb,Little old lightbulb9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all burnt out?
A twist at the neck
A twist at the neck
eliminates doubt -
little old lightbulb?
All burnt out.
goldthe surface ripples.gold3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are the sun and alone,
the radiance of a halo not Luna,
whose visage is pale
as bone, whose flesh is cartilage.
peel the wallpaper away,
as grayscale as my touch silver
fades to sparks of ash.
a mist dissolves
to day. and you linger so transient
layer to layer, the clouds set as sheets
on an expanse of skin. tremble:
sea and sky
converge only to exhale
as they expand,
once. atmospheric pressure builds
where stars fall to water.
Ocean SkiesI watch ocean skiesOcean Skies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
drown each sailing bird.
Swimming clouds kiss
the stretched blueness.
The wind flies lost;
her soft breath flows
as live shadows sway
to the beat of the earth.
The patterns of energy
lavishly flood my eyes.
flawed in her beauty.
AutismAutism.Autism7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My definitions for this word are:
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)
Attention Defesit Disorder (ADD)
I am cursed with autism.
I am confused whether my thinking is normal or not.
I am the only one.
I see teens with incredible thinking power.
I see science everywhere.
I see sin.
My mind carries no common sense.
My mind can never come up with the right words for me to say.
My mind is imperfect.
I repeat real life events I see over and over in my head.
I concentrate on hatred passed to me from other people.
I have incredible issues.
There are people whom I see have flaws in their learning.
There is a brain tumor collaborating with my brain.
There is no cure for Autism.
This disorder scars my personality.
This disorder keeps me away from being a white sheep.
This disorder is my host.
Associated with selective hearing.
Associated with an incontrollable temper.
There Was a Storm TodayThere Was a Storm Today3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The palms of rain and soil applauded as they met,
twisting their fingers to knot a streaming brook.
Lightning followed, pounding its fists against the smoking sky,
While gusts of wind erupted; raindrop fireworks.
Mist began to swirl above the steaming pavement-
(reminding me of those winters by the lake so long ago.)
The puddles chased the passing storm to clear
the dusted streets and wash the trees of poor habits.
Again the lightning flickered, like a dying silver bulb
swinging by a string in some attic from the past.
The storm exhales once more to retract its mighty arms.
And so the afternoon awaits the sun to press her fingers through the clouds
So the birds can fly again.
The Lone WolfThe Lone wolfThe Lone Wolf8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He bounds through the forest
Searching for companionship
Moonlight glinting in his eyes
Howling with the anger in his heart
A lone vagabond
Wandering the world alone
Glaring at the hateful stars
Howling at the laughing moon
Stops and listens
The souls of those past
Join him in his search
Forever guiding him
Never leaving his side
RunawayRunaway3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sunlight and shadows
wink and wave
as you loosen your
grip upon her hand,
fingers slipping to tips
to a memory
to an ever increasing
thin sliver of air;
cool air and space
without a kiss goodbye
or backwards glance,
amid the cool golden wood
a place where
low in the sky,
spu t t er
glistening graceful raindrops
beyond the heavy veil.
from crimson and orange reflections,
onto the multicolored carpet below.
nature cries her tears upon
summers lush verdant
of weeks gone by.
away she goes,
lost to the forest
feet balanced upon
GarryxReader .:Together Forever:.For as long as you could remember, you have always worked at a very pleasant, and nice art gallery. Yet,at the same time, it seemed a bit....off. You would work late, and the pictures seemed to...move. Writing on the walls. Some pictures being blank. You blamed it on your sleepiness, and seeing things,but every time you mentioned it to your friend Garry, he seemed to dwell on it a second,then change the subject.GarryxReader .:Together Forever:.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were a bit annoyed with this,yes, because you knew he was in the gallery, in 'another world' with a girl named Ib. You couldn't help but think she was a bit more special than you, since you have had a crush on Garry since you first met him. You manage to stutter around him when he was to close, or when he hugged you.
"Are you ok ______?" He would ask, curiously staring at your reddened face.
You manage to squeak out an "I-I'm fine!" and walk off quickly after that.
But today,today you were going to tell him you liked him.
You had to,since your friends were pressuring you in
summer childHe can't remembersummer child10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
where he left his sunshine
but somewhere between the
watermelon smiles and
it had disappeared.
He's hunting for it,
nose to the ground like
the dog he is,
yet his full-moon eyes are
wider than ever before
and they still can't see
past the cool, dry breeze.
The barren trees
around him quiver,
tremble in the night
like his peach-blossom lips,
still the tears -
floodwaters only just
contained in the failing light -
are not forthcoming.
It won't be long before he
fills his weed-tangled lungs
with harvest winds
and cries out to Mother Earth,
mourning the dandelion wine
that sours on his tongue.
crow comes courtingresplendent in a black glosscrow comes courting4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of feathered robes...
crow's morning clicks of courtship
echo through downcast mists that
bead upon bowed shoreline willows
and genuflect in the wake
of his purposeful strut
one hesitant step before the next,
his head cocked this way and that,
listening as distant ticks
message back a reply-
the visage of his agenda
suddenly unfolds in a wingspread
that lifts above a watery canvas,
the guttural sound of pulled
stitching sends love notes receding
into estuaries, and ripples
where tadpoles skip and dart
beneath lily pads in the random and
rapid blink of each tiny vortex
Nature GamesThe ocean's crying,Nature Games2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dripping droplets of cunning salt.
The impatient wind wails endlessly,
Yet the water's depressed thrashings don't halt.
The land stays solemnly still and stands
Courageously tall without shedding a tear of agony.
Even the shy breeze whispers,
To the gentle giant trees of the soil's bravery.
The overwhelming ocean leaves sad tiny marks
Of shells from its aggressive harsh beatings.
The lands bleed boastful
Sand as the beach's greetings.
The wild petunias and daffodils pose
As the audience to the frames,
Hence, the fauna sing and cheer
To these nature games.