Elvish Greedintricate web of golden wiresElvish Greed1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and crimson leaves falling down
a display gleaming like hellish fires
resting on his head-- a crown
a cool wispy breath caressing
fall trees slowly undressing
tugging strands blowing softly
of yellow hair on head so lofty
elf-lord sitting on such noble throne
wearing a countenance so cold
here in his wooded hall he’s alone
but at his feet-- wealth untold!
precious gems reflect his eyes
holding greed without disguise
lusting for the lost jewels of yore
Silmarils of Fëanor!
one needtry to imagineone need17 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
beg, steal or borrow
to fulfill every
need of tomorrow
some would call madness
this impossible task
still we are faced
with a question to ask
if our resources
are better saved
or is this us
is there truth
in what I say
there is only one need
the need of today
JormungandFirst the war and then the weapons,Jormungand3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
First the weapons, then the war.
Doesn't matter how it happens,
Death comes certain, bloody, raw.
We devour and we slither,
Bombing run on borderlands.
My long shadow makes you quiver,
Snake-like are the reaper's hands.
I have everything you're needing,
For your little private war.
Under fire you are speeding
To the end, the serpent's maw.
Self destruction and deception,
Madness is my killing field.
Every day an insurrection,
I'm the vanity you wield.
Final victory you're craving,
I sell doomsday for a dime.
Start the rockets, banners waving,
Ragnarök will be my time.
nienawisc do rasNiemiecnienawisc do ras1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Sensuous Shades and Tints of Human Appearance.Hair colors:The Sensuous Shades and Tints of Human Appearance.2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Flaxen, fair, golden, towheaded, honey,
Butterscotch, wheaten, ash, sandy,
Amber, sunshine, turmeric, maize, goldenrod,
Straw, cream, cardamom.
Ruddy, gingerbread, cinnamon, auburn, russet,
Burgundy, crimson, cayenne, autumn leaf, scarlet,
Fox, robin, redwood, chestnut, flame, rosewood,
Titian, carmine, henna, copper, apricot, pomegranate,
Nutmeg, saffron, turmeric, persimmon.
Mahogany, chestnut, seal, sienna, fawn,
Ochre, caramel, coffee, umber, tawny,
Sepia, clove, deer, bay, almond, oak,
Sorrel, nutmeg, walnut, bourbon.
Dark, raven, ebony, onyx,
Midnight, obsidian, taupe, licorice,
Coffee, sable, pitch, slate,
Peppercorn, tamarind, dusk, ink.
Azure, sapphire, cornflower, sky,
Cerulean, cyan, iris, periwinkle, blueberry,
Bluebell, passionflower, lapis lazuli.
Mint, jade, emerald, aqua, basil, teal,
Pistascio, fern, forest, apple, maypop, sea,
Pear, honeydew, heather, eucalyptus, lime.
Mahogany, onyx, olive, almond,
Oak, bay, coffee, clove, tamarind, plum, bour
Poem - Artists UniteArtists UnitePoem - Artists Unite1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bonus Poem for Day 135 – 20150515
Artists unite to save the world,
even if it is fully unaware
of the lie it lives in dogma:
life abused and not fully realized.
Entertainer on the stage,
tip your hat to life's charade.
Poke the eye, trip the foot,
bring attention to the fools.
Jester with the hat of bells,
ring one for each of our lies.
Calliaphone heard for miles,
all known now as the jester smiles.
Musician with the silken tunes,
words enchanting the hardest hearts.
Lyrical license bequeathed by God,
that no man can disregard.
Sacred clown, confessor mutual,
trickster of all, friend to none,
do your work, make us honest,
remove the masques disingenuous.
Iambic poet, combine these all,
in a voice small but heard,
speak the truth, ring the bells,
trick the lyrical to touch the heart.
Leave them no hole left to hide
their dogmatic Shangri-La.
Pull back the curtain to reveal
humanity true, not lies revered.
© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved
The Palette of the Rich and BenightedThe palette of chaos is redThe Palette of the Rich and Benighted4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All that trickles is blood
All whom run are dead.
The palette of chaos is yellow
All that stinks is puss
All whom die have a fellow.
The palette of chaos is green
All that rots is decay
All whom lie couldn't have foreseen.
Through the Fire (Untitlted 3/4/15 Revised)Through the Fire (Untitlted 3/4/15 Revised) 1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I look in the mirror at a disconnect
all I want is common decency and respect
I'm constantly told I "seek attention"
that loving men and women shouldn't be mentioned
I'm forced to swallow bitter pills
to settle my stomach, shut my eyes
take Adversity as a golden prize -
This is who I am, not a live I chose
to have my romantic inclinations thrown to carrion crows
Gays sayin' I must be blind and confused
finding my affection by Straights refused
because loving women must mean I'm loose.
I'm here to tell you set aside misconceptions
My actions have no intent of deception
My experiences are real, my feelings valid
both heart and mind in equal balance
Take me as I am or not at all
I decide when, and how, and for whom I fal
JusticeJustice is what us humans are lackingJustice1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Instead of police defending us they start attacking
So called 'justice' what's meant to be right
Forgets the poor black kids that are attacked at night
Justice, enforced by racist cowards
US police trying to flaunt their powers
Justice, is there justice anymore?
Because I cower when the police knock at my door.
Animal SenateMonkeys fighting for the banana to be grown their way,Animal Senate14 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fighting for things that will never change.
Donkeys, elephants and their owners are just as messy.
It's all a big zoo, just push their cage and watch them get edgy.
We fed them and they became spoiled.
But taking away that food induces turmoil
Because dead animals don't keep the circus running.
Sometimes, I think that's even worse than having nothing.
The ground they're playing on is so dirty.
Guess that's what happens when they're kept awake.
One flickering spotlight louder than parked cars and birds chirping.
Two more minutes until they're driven insane.
Brood of Greed and SlothThey are the illustrationBrood of Greed and Sloth3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Their ruler is Money,
But the life of a slave seems strange for those so greedy.
They are arrogant enough to feel entitled to anything
and also everything.
They are wasteful
Any opinions that oppose their own is "offensive".
They are unreceptive.
They want instantaneous gratification
in exchange for pollution.
They are entrenched in materialism,
and the common tradition has become dogmatism.
They shun deviance,
Yet they approve overindulgence,
Find bliss in ignorance,
And find peace in compliance.
They are the brood of Father Greed and Mo
The Day the Sky had Two SunsTo the east behind the mountain topsThe Day the Sky had Two Suns2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Spilling over with amber rays
That familiar glowing juggernaut
As it commands, awakens the day
Then in the west, its twin appeared
A muffled scratchy booming noise
Soon, its presence was fully reared
A wave of a death; its drug of choice
Though in the ocean it began
It's mere seconds before it’s here
And on that word, it's hit dry land
Too late, people start to run in fear
Earth covered in the icy chill
Of nuclear fire and blinding rays
The screams of people weren’t quite as shrill
As the thunderous scream of the end of days
To no one’s ears, the sirens wail
It was already over before it'd begun
All refuge is to no avail
The day the sky had two suns
This Hopeless WorldWe live in a dystopian worldThis Hopeless World1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I refuse to admit that
We have a chance to last much longer
Quiet people who tell you that
Hedonism is wrong, so think on the
Past or future or anything, though
No one can agree on the
Better time or place to act
There can never be a
Possibility for happiness
And there will always be lurking
Suspicion, jealousy, hatred and lies
So be rid of all the
Dreams you held so close
And you should believe in:
"Our world is strange and convoluted."
Ballade: The Six WivesOh great muse, cause these words to fly.Ballade: The Six Wives3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This word work is that of a woe,
Dealt by a prince, dead from his thigh.
Wife to Wife, the more he did know,
It was very sure he would grow.
Finding a son caused him much strife,
Angering his precious ego,
Making him find a brand new wife.
The first, the best, will make you cry.
Born in Spain, she would often sew,
The doublets of he who would lie.
Divorced, dead in the cold snow.
The second, the witch, she did sow
Evil and death, which are now rife.
The French sword became her last beau,
Making him find a brand new wife.
The third, beloved, did indeed die,
Giving the king a prince in tow.
The fourth, foreign, was like a sigh.
Divorced, named ugly as a crow,
Out of Hampton Court she would go.
The rest could be played with the fife.
Number five took the last axe blow.
Making him find a brand new wife.
L'Envoi de Marie et Philippe
I am sorry, my queen, for lo
Like thy father, you lost your life.
Thus England lost the king, her glow.
Rebuilding The CorruptionOn a seat of leather and gold,Rebuilding The Corruption1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The world is in their hands to hold,
To manipulate and torture as they see fit,
They can destroy our lives,
And chain us up ,
But they can never touch our spirit.
In the land of corporate schemes,
Where all is just a game of money,
Life is expendable and all is corruptible,
But together we will never fall.
We will stand tall ,
We are here to pick up the rubble and rebuild the corruption of the land.
One alone can not break the shackles,
But together we are strong,
We can break these fucking bonds,
And no one will hold us down.
We will fight the corporate giant,
Success is what we will earn.
As we rise more will come,
From over the horizon to support our cause,
As our numbers grow we will show these giants what they have done,
To our lives,
To our country.
We will never back down,
Nor allow them to take it back,
We can survive without their shit,
And we can break through to the heart of it.
Some Couplets for a CoupThis poem is dedicated to Konstantin Päts, the first and last President of the interwar Republic of Estonia. After the signature of the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact, Estonia (which had hoped to remain neutral) was cast into the Soviet sphere. Once a semi-plausible half-excuse appeared (similar to the Gulf of Tonkin Incident of the US Government and North Vietnam years later), the USSR issued an ultimatum to Estonia to allow Soviet military bases on their soil, a de facto annexation. Päts accepted (even though he knew Moscow would not be kind to him) since he knew his small nation had no chance against the mighty Red Army. He was deported to Ufa RSFSR (aka the "Russian" part of the USSR) and was shortly detained in both Moscow and the GULAG. After being sent to the Tatar ASSR, back to Estonia, and then back to the RSFSR, he died an unsung hero in 1952 at a psychiatric hospital in Kalinin (now Tver, Russian Federation).Some Couplets for a Coup2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It had been so long since I had so cried
I saw a man whos
shallow pooltangent equationshallow pool1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
barnacled and rusted
ship of fool
surf the net
one thread pulled
to be unraveled
drop in ocean
express yourselfunrelenting compressionexpress yourself3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
demands frequent expression
Poem - Frightened FelinesFrightened FelinesPoem - Frightened Felines2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Poem for Day 127 – 20150507
A hundred cats running in directions separate,
each on its way, surety in kind,
a hundred outcomes, each an answer,
no single direction agreed on.
See the felines, victims all,
conspiracies inflected on each,
scramble for cover, duck and weave,
weaponize for action retaliatory.
When the hammer is the answer,
to subjugate errant concerns,
who will be the nail, the one to bang,
when those in the right are the tool?
All are soldiers, mix in the generals,
form the armies, battle the only tool,
to war is the only apparent outcome
when the hammer is the answer.
Foundation be damned, center be cursed,
cohesion is the glue most evil
that holds together a sad world
ready for a firm guiding hand.
When the solution is destruction,
removal of discordant the only path,
what is left in the resulting dust,
will the center hold together?
No prisoners taken, no truce flags honored,
the best enemy is a dead one,
under the hammer, tool at hand,