KittyKitty1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stretched out on the couch
you start to purr
so soft and fluffy
is your fur
eyes so bright
a soft pale green
the coldest nose
I´ve ever seen.
The gait so gracious
full of stealth
a shiny coat
glowing with health.
for you an art
at catching mice
you are so smart.
you can be stubborn
who you´re going to rub on.
you can do real good
and at meal times,
well it´s understood
Only the best
for you we chose
you turn up your nose
but you know
how to bring us round
make us laugh
just fooling around.
We are here
to do your biddin`
we love you so
you´re our little kitten.
written by Suzanne Karbach September 2014
On reflectionOn looking back into your pastOn reflection4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
thinking how the time flew by,
you stop seeing the important things in life,
while struggling to survive.
Worrying about the future
and the mistakes made long ago,
disturb your peace of mind at present
you just can´t let it go.
Your errors are over and done with,
your past you´ve left behind.
The future ahead is a blank slate
so to yourself be kind
Stop worrying about what might not be
or dwell on your wrongs with regret
best to live in the here and the now
For it´s the key to real happiness.
Written by Suzanne Karbach sept 2014
No more Glory DaysAppropriate behavior will make students soar quicklyNo more Glory Days6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Technology controls the student's minds, wasting valuable time
Treating your fellow classmates with respect
Inexperienced students fall behind, destroying their futures
Tick-tock, tick-tock, you are running out of time...
Under the clock's constant melody, it rings throughout your ears
Don't fall behind; time runs out from everyone
Everybody has those days...don't let the failure consume you!
SeptemberSuffering in this world of hate;September5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Emitting my sorrow through my fate;
Preparing my life for the treacherous fight;
Taming the fury through what I write;
Empowering the voice that’s always screaming,
Marking its words from what I’m dreaming.
Being weak from the torture of the past,
Engraving worded scars that’ll forever last.
Remembering why I keep surrendering
In this month of September,
Where I’ll keep weeping…
Dancing WavesCan I see fire as energyDancing Waves6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I look into the candle
A message from the atom's make
Such beauty I cannot handle
To touch enlightens from contact
But flesh plays paltry passage
So scorn is thrown by cosmic hands
With feelings of burning sage
So touch my gaze that tries to see
Why the tongue speaks to the air
Perhaps to endless waves unseen
That inferior I say is bare
Epiphany then takes me whole
That racks my waking hours
And wrapt as babe in natal womb
My struggle no longer matters
For I will always be upraised
Afloat this sea invisible
The energy I see as flame
So radiates across the sill
Onto my palms where ashy scars
To them I feel no pain
As I breathe in this field of life
Dancing cross my face
Can I see fire as energy
While all its children guide
My mind to its enormity
Encompass all inside
Still I falter in this thought
But forget the angst for now
Because this sea will sail me far
And always I upon the bow
ForetellersTruly there are unknown meadowsForetellers1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fallen trees left bare and sallow
Distant hills shrunk smaller still
By fingers closed around one's eyes
Flying glass on insect forms
Singing winds as sunlight warms
With so many little creatures
Awakened by the brightened skies
Fellow mystic, stay with me
Let us rest awhile and see
The many dragonflies climb high
Shake dew drops off in crystal rain
Think through windows moving fast
The unknown places of the past
And erstwhile wait in patient mind
The watchers of the moving plain
Do our trails depicted match
As wandering the flecks that snatch
A tapestry thread from aquamarine
Flash to us for moment's fame
I suspect with little will
How wisest beings would be kept still
Intertwined to connate paths
That we foretellers cannot name
But blues are drowned in open sea
And shades of red outwardly bleed
So can my eyes be sharp enough
For future's secrets held beneath
We mysticists deemed capable
Merely inherit the empty stable
And fill each field with flying sh
I Won The FightYou have no power over me, I repeatedly saidI Won The Fight2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As you first struck my face, then my head
I love you so much, you repeatedly said
But rather than let you go, I’ll first see you dead
I love you, you brutally beat out of me
Now convince the world that I am the man of your dreams
For too many years, twin ribbons of guilt and shame tied you to my heart
While sledgehammers of fear and pain tore my world apart
But like an artist, I airbrushed away each unflattering mark
For too many years, I tip-toed through life trying to gauge
Every word I said, every move I made,
Never knowing which would set off your rage
And as the world moved on without me
My one true desire was to be set free
But leaving was far more intimidating than you could ever be
Still, I had no other choice, you see
To save my own life, I’d have to escape
From this prison of torture that you created
So I dug deep and found strength in my soul
And from weakness, I became so very bold
I reclaimed the freedom that you sto
ConfidenceOnly by trying can we find out what is what is wrong and what is right.Confidence1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Only by risking damn cold shower can we find our true forever lover.
Only by creating our own blend can we meet a lifelong friend.
Only by treating others with respect can we the same of them expect.
Time WanderersIt is that time of day where she must fleeTime Wanderers21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From her cursed eternal hunter:Run!
He wishes to rid her curse and be free
And yet for years he never got it done
She plays all day throughout her adventures
Time-warp point is what she must find after
It's her destiny and curse, only hers
By mistake, he joined the ride forever
He succeeded in finding her one day
And she offered her life, open and true
But he could not kill his desired prey
For he felt pity and something else too
There was strong friendship and love- a connection
That echoes throughout their timeless affection
Drowning - AcrosticDark, submerged, body immobileDrowning - Acrostic1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Running out of air and hope
Only fear to fill my mind.
Water laps at my lungs,
No chance of survival, alone,
I recite my blessings.
No longer can I hold, I gasp for breath,
Gulping, gurgling, gone…
Nights of Joy and Nothingness.Why can you only smile through painted faces?Nights of Joy and Nothingness.1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Why can you only love in twilight trances?
When did every dinner become a banquet?
When did every dance become a ball?
Our nights begin before dusk
And continue long after dawn.
We drink in each others' musk
And break every oath we've sworn.
A riot of dancing, let's contort and twirl
The nights are no longer for sleeping.
Loosened tongues writhe and swirl.
No romance remains worth keeping.
We'll blunder and laugh and sway,
I've never seen most of you during the day
Der GrafDer letzte Biss ist schon lang herDer Graf11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
und junges Blut ist sein Begehr.
Doch mittlerweile ist er alt.
Der Schrei der Furcht ist lang verhallt.
Denn mit dem blöden Kunstgebiss,
hat vor dem Grafen niemand Schiss.
Und selbst sein Schloss, das ist verfallen.
Verstaubt und still die großen Hallen,
wo einst noch Feste voller Glanz,
gefeiert mit manch heißem Tanz.
Doch diese Zeiten sind vorbei,
Das Ende sehnt er nun herbei.
Statt schöne Hälse zu beschaun,
erwartet er - das Morgengraun.
mari respondeHolaaa, binvenidos al mari responde, creo que número 2mari responde2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
:iconvaleria123321: ¿como descubriste DA?
Bueno, creo que como la mayoría de los que están aquí , un día andaba buscando cosas de Phineas y Ferb en youtube, tenía sed de phinbella, cuando en una de esas descubro el comic de angelus "pijama party" y quede como *-*, así que seguí viéndolos, hasta que un día en la descripción apareció el link del DA de Angelus, y bueno, fuy adentrándome mas en la pagina hasta que me enamore, poco tiempo después me cree una cuenta, y eme aquí >ww
AnswerRigging hoists my heart in tuneAnswer3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With solitary drum
That throbs whenever earnest desire comes
My lungs are coated in dull lead
Makes my blood thick
Like the words I want to leave but I let stick
Somewhere I will living spot
As my sexton guides
Where no island stands nor swims inside my mind
In open sea return that grace
That fine finesse of peace
Quell the organ of my endless journey please
Oars make swaths in freezing lake
Contained but herefore shoreless
But I am after all that borders abyss
To find the active turning point
Go bodily to ends where nothing hides
My eyes blink once every day
To congregate the scattered winds to me
Mooring force the days I have
To search the openness
Until my answer or my death brings bliss
Let's be bugs!Here’s a new question, What if we all shrunkLet's be bugs!4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
way down to a teeny tiny little size?
Identities of small things would be harder to debunk,
because they would end up so giant, to our now very little eyes.
Acorn tops would be like mountains,
and grass would be the thick tall trees.
Rain drops would be lakes and fountains,
puddles would be like the seven seas.
And the thud of human feet upon the ground,
would feel like a tremendous earthquake,
and it would sound extremely loud.
Everything would be so giant for goodness sake.
The world would be so much bigger and more threatening,
and being big again would be all we would be wishing.
You Were Good at Acting.When I see you with someone elseYou Were Good at Acting.4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I remember what I hate
Your voice that's always so sarcastic
And your laugh that just screams fake.
Acting is what you're good at
You'd admit that on your own.
I thought you were absolutely perfect
'til we both ended up alone.
DragonA magnificent creature of myth and lore,Dragon6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Power and greed be your only sins,
The riches of many dead men you hoard,
Killed by your fire that burns within.
A creature so majestic and rare,
Your beauty knows no parallel,
The lives of thieves you do not spare,
Many a village you dispel.
A creature built of feather and scale,
Terrible teeth and deadly claws,
The subject of many old tales,
That strike our hearts with fear and awe.
A magical creature of fantasy,
Whose wisdom never ends,
Creature of nature and longevity,
Mortality you transcend.
Sword EdgeSword EdgeSword Edge4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"The pen is mightier than the sword"
Suggested by delice1941
In truth, and I cannot ever lie,
The sword has a deadly edge
And he who contacts it will die
If his heart seeks to be dead
But pen is still mightier than sword
And mind is it's wielder
The mind trains hand and eye
To aim at weakest spot
For the sword, 't is the heart
For the pen, 't is the head
So I duel more cleverly with written words
And those who fail to surpass are yielders
So choose your weapon, pen or sword
Take aim, but be aware
That I have learned both longer still
Spar with me, if you really dare
ScaleScale of opened fingers clutch in their earnest what be measuredScale17 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
While arms as pillars rise staked in a pyrite jaw
The bones are eggshells save the palms that steady
To catch in empty strength whom one treasures
Come out from teeth that silent breathe
The satchel coarse and carefully homespun
Inside is faith perhaps misplaced
Perhaps better to leave
But they rest
Put to test
As weight of sins
Makes the dead air crackle
While they keep their holding sway
The stardust poured in a forgotten din
Once the bones have found their final thrones
A final verdict ruled by whom the jester becomes
The one with a glimmer like its feet held high
Or the one which stinks with the blood and burning ozone
Sugar and SpiceSugar and SpiceSugar and Spice2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not always so nice
Who will admit that he is diabetic
But the onlooker may know by voice
I sit often in local coffee houses
But sugarless coffee is their choice
A customer explains that locals add so much
When people ignore common sense, it is pathetic
But they seem so far out of touch
One to two teaspoons per cup
The west has set its limit clearly
We serve a small envelope of milk and sugar
It should be enough
Tribute to Miss MelanyThe Fox, the Cat and the Kit,Tribute to Miss Melany2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
An American, African and Brit.
They flew to the Cape,
Where a wedding took shape;
It was nothing short of a hit!
The Rare Gentleman"I saw a dapper gentleman,The Rare Gentleman3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
While out on promenade.
I shouted out a compliment,
He answered with a nod.
His suit was crisp, His tails pressed.
A cane in his gloved hand.
To see such finery these days,
Is rare and O' so grand!
He tipped his hat and bade good day,
His steeds awoke, his carriage set
and carried him away."
~ "The Rare Gentleman"
~ By David Pirkle/2014
A Wretch (Pantoum)A WretchA Wretch (Pantoum)3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By Vance Berk
I arrive on a plane.
At the gate she waits,
Her delicate, pale lips
Contort a crooked smile.
At the gate she waited
Pitiable in her stance.
Contorting a crooked smile,
Painful memories on her mind.
Pitiable is her stance.
My fingers caress her hair,
Painful memories on her mind
She bores her nails in my back.
My fingers caress her hair,
No one is there.
She bores nails into my back,
All while screaming.
No one is there.
She looks upon me with disdain.
All while screaming
“You’re a wretch!”
She looks upon me with disdain
I look back on the plane.
“You’re a wretch!”
Says her delicate, pale lips