X Search and RescueThey say it goes hand in hand,X Search and Rescue5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But what if they let go of each other's hands?
I share the fear right with them.
Imagine it plunging
And teeth of the determined are just mumbling
Because it couldn't chew on the clearly spoken thought of it missing.
Cowardly bit of percussion drumming
Because I see less with none than with two.
Other numbers could mean less when the difference is you.
In the mode, in the zone, mood of romancing juice.
My stake in the steak of our dinner together tastes true.
But there's always that aftertaste. Some feel as if promiscuous fear just surrendered itself to them. Others walk into fields where a butterfly rests on their shoulders. A light weight, but the heavier weight of shy wings is eaten into the stomach...
When it separates.
So it must never go away.
For My CoderI feel the electric pulses, regret zero, power oneFor My Coder1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For chance two to see the strengthening.
Modification for the knowledge hunger awakening.
A purchase on an item you should not refund.
Unsurprised with the money brains having no thought trains.
Derail you idiots with my simple two cents.
And if in your inevitable crash you find your fire I'm the rain
Like heavenly notes writing metal chords hellbent.
I will not sing you a song and I will not smile at your debris.
A frown if my fellow birds are distracted by the feed
Because the brave wings I embrace fly.
The chicken wings you released are served at champions' BBQ night.
HyperchargedGifting my day's future to the groundHypercharged2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To let present night blades of the past cuddle.
Reindeer in their sigh always chased away
The fear of a tight space.
Congested air, the both of us now breathe.
Maybe a ride what we need.
When you're crushed, something else in me arises.
World's smallest crunchy chairs all together stretching legs,
Reaching away and toward the exit it begs
Before it's a pancake-flat boiled egg.
Never meant to get you so warm, love. With too much comfort, I guess we all get a little like that sometimes.
The Palmetto StateI feel the setting sun of South CarolinaThe Palmetto State3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Calling me home to rest.
To feel the warmth against my face
In the place I love the best
I long to walk those Summer streets
From times so long now gone.
But here I stand in a city of grey
With a heart heavy for home.
And these yearlong winters
Force me to stay
But my soul aches for Palmetto air
And longs to fly away
I wait for the day I reach my home
And lay my head to rest
Watching the clouds float on by
In the place I love the best
His LuminosityPistol-packing pastor powering his preach,His Luminosity3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shooting shackles shaking down his reach.
At gunpoint are the evils in any speech.
I remember how a great man awoke the sleepers of a great day with greater words being quoted, meant to be followed not as sheep, but as a lover to love. A lifetime of goodness and faithfulness to this.
Some of them liked to stay asleep or slept with others instead.
Stop corrupting my statistics.
Strong number of x he witnesses were in remission.
Downfall arises when they don't listen.
It's almost hard to believe when they don't believe in the hand
He knows they could take to make a stand.
A more important knowledge: victorious evil makes good's inaction all it can.
morewaves of humanitymore4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
wash the shore
countless as sand
still there is more
still there is more
the universe reveals
truths open door
we scratch the surface
still there is more
we hold our own
all we are given
still there is more
ForlornFlat of earth and shallow waters, lay the land of lost forefathers.Forlorn5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Caught between the night and day, it is here the eternal children play.
Wander not to waters edge, for the blackest void will fill with dread.
Those who fall are forever lost, fate will rip, and eternity tossed.
Climb the towers of blue and black, to stow the cloud dust in your sack.
Fear will hold you, jagged climb, you need but only take your time.
Symbols blue, spark the air, carved in stone of towers there.
Glint of purple the clouds do shine, like the water of soot and brine.
The mighty tower casts a shadow, a warning to those who walk the shallows.
The shore will sometimes fall in darkness, without the light of day to harness.
For should you fall off waters edge, and into the void that fills with dread.
The cloud you saved may save you still, hold it close despite the chill.
Light of the dust, and buoyant too, a ward from death when placed in shoes.
Light in hand you survive the fall, but hope to return is little
Burning HandA little flame will look so niceBurning Hand5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's rhythmic dancing to entice
Erratic but it follows through
To stain your sleep with vibrant blue
You want to curl your fingers low
Embrace it's precious golden glow
You want a fairy on your palm
It's head you want to stroke and calm
Enchanting, lovely, sun-like quill;
It knows your hand draws closer still
So close you see its tempting light
Illuminate your blaze-bound flight
Till in contact closeness gets its earning
Deserved the flesh that now is burning!
Oh, screaming pain and sickly swell!
You let the siren cast her spell-
She signed her name upon your finger
Red and calloused, bound to linger.
Your mind is turned to love of ice
But just the love will not suffice
Where's the water of the world?
You dream of the silky blue unfurled
Stretching from the burning sand
Why can't it touch your aching hand?
What can you do to end your strife
But snuff the candle, end its life?
Anger benefits your blame
But see yourself become the flame!
A raging storm nu
The Thought AheadEncourage consumption,The Thought Ahead1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Such is our program.
When starved hawks fend for their children,
Raided factories start a fire nobody can chill in.
Such is the effect.
The turnaround of a failing system
Needs integrity and intelligence to see what's missing.
Such will be the best response.
Through humble speech aided by strong thought,
Fame will follow you for fighting with only truth you yourself brought.
Such will end the conversation.
In the DarkIn the darkIn the Dark1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There is a light
So stroll through life's park
And enjoy the peaceful night
In the day
There are shadows
Darkness at bay
Such is cuidado
MovefareThere's a pain in mind. The pushed soldiers can buy bits of ammo from the arsenal of the store to fight this internal war because trench warfare needs to move.Movefare1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've eaten a bomb, he thinks. Free falling, hoping the explosion will clear out every enemy inside. This is a world war. War of one world. A war of his world.
Dust of debris in silence.
The signed deed made official and filed
Submitted to the office.
Now nothing can stop this.
Shadows never beg for mercy. They simply slip away when you make the sun like this shine on them.
Clear of them today,
Clear skies today.
Hear the simmer of them going away.
Here they may return after cooling far away.
focuswe are the mapfocus1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of great promised treasure
catacombs of lost words
miracles in rhyme
unity of hearts
to heal the wounds of time
every breathless question
fogging the lens of history
focus on Love
A Corpse ReanimatedIt’s strange and melancholic, I must say,A Corpse Reanimated1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To see the pit you left, a rotting hole,
But when you wrenched my beating heart away,
I realize it woke the burning soul.
I cannot say my actions were so pure,
Nor can I say your acts were justified,
Your purity had faded with no cure,
My words gone mute, my face now vilified.
But time had closed my chest, though hollowed out,
I have no hatred for the face I see,
Just pity, mere contempt, without a doubt,
A pleasure of a twisted sort in me.
So I will feel no pain in my design,
As I now tear your face from what is mine.
Spotlights and Glory"Spotlights"Spotlights and Glory1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There's a stage bigger
Than all our sad failures, and its
Spotlights are the stars.
No epic theme music
Was heard, sung by angel choirs--
No great voice from Heaven boomed,
"Welcome home, My son."
All was still on earth below
As the grave itself.
Yet he whose life was poured out
Beheld the glory unveiled
That he entered in.
No Sacrifice WastedIn a world far awayNo Sacrifice Wasted2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where tomorrow had begun,
A man staggered up the aisle
Of a new chapel.
Hand on his heart, he fell short:
Silence reigned complete
As, dust-covered and blood-soaked,
He fixed his eyes on the goal
And crawled the last way.
The door slammed open
Behind him—he did not look
As the gunmen followed him
To witness his death.
With eyes beholding heaven,
His head on the step,
And arms reaching the altar,
He laid his sacrifice down
And died with a smile.
In an orphanage
On fallen Earth on Monday,
Rebel soldiers searched the grounds
But found no children.
Hands on their mouths, in hiding,
The children waited
‘Til, enraged, the men destroyed
The only home each had had,
Laughed, and drove away.
The eldest, twelve, rose
And searched the ruins for means
To live in pursuit of hope,
One day at a time.
He found their guardian dead,
Then his cell phone rang.
From a joyful church service
The returned missionaries
Had called to check in.
Across a small world,
A cord between
A Serious QuestionYou say you're doing fine.A Serious Question2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I know that that's a lie.
All those scars and bruises.
I have to ask, "Why?".
Unless I never knew
that you were a masochist,
why should one's tormentor
be the one they've loved and kissed?
Enter The ThingHere comes the fledgling from its lonely shellEnter The Thing2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to water the earth with its newborn tears.
No more the safe haven in which to dwell,
enter a spatter of harsh and cruel years.
The hallowed trunk of life grows big and stern
as it branches out to find some meaning.
There it finds much sun from which it must learn,
enter a scorched land and a glass ceiling.
When the fruit grows ripe it falls from the tree
into the hands of they who dance in flames.
Clasped was that which did not belong to thee,
enter the succor of the selfish games.
A noble pursuit
is buried in fruit.
A lackluster cause
is drowned in applause.
Dishonor is sweet,
liars are replete.
While evil is gorged,
good can nay afford
to sate inner beasts
that would gladly steal
for each rancid meal.
They taste of their bread,
fettered by disease,
and here in their stead
villains eat with ease
while hungry paupers
fall in torturous
agony and cry
for a crumb of bread
or perhaps instead
a tasty street fly.
Gaze once mo
PhoenixIn order to breath fresh airPhoenix2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One must burn in self eternal flame
But never in illusion's flare
Then the meaning of name
Starts becoming clear
And sounds reach the ear
FaithHe is goodFaith2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He is here
He is caring
He is aware
Times can be tough
And doubts can fog our thoughts
But He was there
Through every battle we fought
He's carried me
Through many storms
He's cradled me
Even through my scorn
In His presence
Our dreams come true
If we just let Him
Be the Guide
Be the Muse
Let things unfold
As He should choose
So stand in Faith
Believe in Hope
He is there
When needed most
As His Grand Scheme
Comes into play
So let it play out
And enjoy the life you're given
Our blessings are abundant
And our blindness is forgiven
God is good.
Hourly Motionlessness/Roaming Disabled[Hour]Hourly Motionlessness/Roaming Disabled2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The pets we call toy cars I have aren't meant to be statues
But they're more stuck in place than ice in the fridge.
Little ice sculptures,
Little tails simply stopped being happy
And went the way of now silent Music Avenue
Because frozen wheels can't cross a loud bridge
Without some sweat, a piercing and infamous rupture.
Two legs rolling, rolling but ice shards behind are stabby.
I don't want to get hurt.
I don't want to hurt you.
I'm not trying to threaten,
Harmless text message. I hope you're getting what I'm sending.
No network and terrible reception if there is.
Smartphones only know what you give them so we don't know what will.
Just what is.
Low processor on a high battery.
Poem - Game OverGame OverPoem - Game Over2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Poem for Day 199 – 20150718
Life's present open and put aside.
One more to put on the others.
treasures gathered from afar,
friends found in shared company,
with echoes in this lonely place.
Distraction has become the new norm,
more of the same different from before.
What I have is not enough for me,
if only I had something more.
Epiphany of life embraced comes,
one more attempt to grasp the ring.
I've opened the door to find the sign,
Game Over exclaimed in hot pink.
There is one last choice left to make,
yes and no are the options present.
If I start to scream I'd never stop
when “Restart?” is the only path.
Now old enough to see the world,
young enough to discover the new.
Distractions embraced in passing
for the points of joy they manifest.
Stay within the lines now ignored
when life's punchline has been revealed.
Ignore the Game Over signpost.
Reboot your world instead of restart.
Life's too short for retreading
the old ways d
Absence of EarthI find myself in absence of earthAbsence of Earth2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Holding my breath
Finding only political dearth
For the moment of death
Picking the roses
To have heart be froze
Vom FlaschenpfandDie Stunden ragen erst ein paar Stunden aus der Nacht,Vom Flaschenpfand2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Doch die Farben wagen, wie man sie misst,
Schöner zu sein als eine Briese sacht,
Und froh und roh, so wie du bist.
Dein Antlitz scheint durch der Gräser Morgentau
Und blinzelt kurz im Sonnenschein.
Du blickst mit Wohlwollen auf Mann und Frau,
Die müde noch wandeln durch deinen Hain.
Aus dir ziehn wir Menschen alle Kraft,
Doch sehen wir dich nicht - darob
Dein Vermächtnis immer über uns wacht -
So verleben wir Tag um Tag bis zu unsrem Tod.
Du bist der Frühling, der die Welt begrünt,
Und Leben bringt wo Kargheit war.
Es ist deine Liebe die den Winter sühnt
Um ihn zu bannen, Jahr für Jahr.
Und doch bist du der Bettler am Straßenrand
Der bittend auch den Pfennig nimmt.
Der doch kein Geld will, und kein Flaschenpfand,
Sondern Worte die der guten Seelen sind.
Ich trage deine Größe in die Welt hinaus
Mit Worten, die nicht mehr tun als dich umschreiben.
In Wahrheit bist du viel gr