AutumnBreeze comes,Autumn2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Autumn is coming.
That Threatening FirewoodThat firewood had it coming.That Threatening Firewood2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
It’s a serious matter to be bitten.
I can still feel my hand numbing.
Its fate will now be written.
That firewood can only laugh.
It left the fight unharmed.
It didn't even break in half.
I was left profoundly alarmed.
That firewood will soon perish.
I intend to set it all aflame!
I roared acting all bearish.
You did this! You’re to blame!
That firewood will soon be ash.
I strike a match, then throw it down.
I watch as it goes up in a flash.
The flame engulfs and starts to drown.
That firewood will be gone forever.
I jump and down with glee.
I finally accomplished that endeavor.
That nuisance is gone and I am free!
Bitlets 156No moon or new moon?Bitlets 1561 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have no view of a nouveau moon.
The Way of the NightThe night waxes as the darkness comesThe Way of the Night2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the lights start to flicker off.
The crickets begin to set their claim,
And the cicadas join their cry.
And the stars brightly show in the sky above.
In the forest, there is a cry,
And all rush away.
The moaning of the trees lies in the wind,
The cracks and splinters formed in its wake.
All who hear the cries of the night
Must accept them or go mad,
For the trees lash and they moan,
The owls call,
And the insects beat out a steady rhythm with their voice.
Give in or ruin the world.
That is the way of the night.
Nature`s ScentThe last summer breezeNature`s Scent1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
Plucks crispy, browned petals
From their stems,
Taking the papered petals
To the dirt in front of my feet.
Smiling at the
As I crush them
Into pretty dust,
I continue onward
On the dirt hiker`s path.
I want to see the water.
That were once
Tiny baby sprouts
Now lift their arms of green
And break the sky.
An egret`s white feathery back
Shoot down to Earth,
Blinding my eyes
With pure light.
I continue onward
On the dirt hiker`s path.
I want to see the water.
I smell it.
But lively waters,
Of warty bull frogs,
Of twittering tiny gnats,
Of largemouth bass,
Of snapping turtles,
Even though not all of them
They`re still a part of
But, then I see it.
But lively waters.
No warty bullfrogs.
No twittering gnats.
No largemouth bass.
No snapping turtles.
I saw it.
I saw it and almost
Not the good nature sc
Hurricane SandyShe wrapped my town in her inhuman armsHurricane Sandy1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
and cried childlike sobs of
Breaking electrical wires a few blocks
down the road left us without power,
but breakfast was served hot and
or milk was cold thanks to the
I remember beforehand the call from school;
the principal's distracted voice wished
us safety as he locked the door to
The neighbors to my right covered their
windows in their daughter's mustache
duck tape and then fled town
to be stuck in traffic
on the parkway.
I was forced to sleep downstairs on the couch
as Sandy's powerful laughter hurled the
limbs of trees down upon the roof.
Mother Nature controlled my last week and weekend
that October; she didn't want us Jersey kids
out hunting in her forest or playing
on her beaches.
It wasn't until days later when I was sitting
in art class when realization
"We got lucky." my art teacher turned her attention
away from her bulky and ancient computer
"a pal of mine up in the city
PoseidonMy feet embedded in grains of sand as numerous as StarsPoseidon1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
I gaze out upon the vast expanse of the Sea-King's domain,
Where salt and water replace air and smog
I hear the war-cry of Poseidon again
Waves thunder and crash like an army of horses upon
every droplet, hoof, and swirl of foam-
A desperate attempt to purge their Lord's realm
Particles of plastic, toxic oils, refuse, slime, sludge, and muck
I can hear it:
Each new wave- a cry of Joy!
Pain! Victory! Rage! Heartache! Ecstasy!
Each new blast of spray- Fireworks!
Tears, sweat, a fountain of life, a shout for help
I feel the Might, Grace, and Eternity of the Aquatic King.
he feels my sincerity
I stand now- bracing myself against the new torrent
My stance: one of Strength, one of Peace, one of Meditation;
One of a Human
MotherA flurry of warm kisses beat down dissentionMother2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the raining force drowing out cares;
a humid whisper lingers by your ear
as the embrace trickles down your skin.
Soaked by a seeping sort of carress,
sinking in, softening seduction.
A sudden flash and her voice thunders
vibrating your very soul
A tumulous torrent of angry pounding
besieging you with her whipping barrage,
leaving no chance at defence.
Her unseen hands clutch at your hair and clothes
as they force you this way and that;
Abruptly it leaves you
now frightented and cold
drenched in the wrath of her scold.
StarstuffIn the beginningStarstuff3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
was nothing, followed swiftly
by everything. Gases spinning,
expanding and cooling, becoming
of burning spheres, billions of suns.
Warmth. Light. Not truly a void at all.
Molecules were cooked, the lifeblood
of life, of all we are, baked
in the heart of solar infernos.
See the stars.
See where you and I and all of us were born.
The cosmic womb.
A creation story too grand for
dusty scrolls and songs of "Glory,glory";
our true nature.
Not only born of stars, of twinkling, blazing cosmic lights,
but also part of them.
Not just in the universe, but of the universe.
We look to the farthest reaches,
peering over the edge of infinity, and we see
not something other. But something of us!
Connected. We belong.
Not born to depart to heaven,
but alive to exist
With epochs ahead for our kin.
When The Sky ShiftsWhen the moon grows tiredWhen The Sky Shifts12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It goes to sleep,
The stars retreat from the world.
They watch over the moon as it lays
With the horizon as a warm blanket.
The sun takes its place
And lights up the sky.
And the sun watches over the world.
They call this the day.
When the sun grows tired
It goes to sleep,
The stars return to the sky.
As the moon takes its place
The sun wraps itself
In the blanket the moon used
And it closes its eyes.
And the moon watches over the world.
They call this the night.
yakwiyogwakiya gu kaachi e hayoyakwiyogwa16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
tamo gu hara e hayo
momo e maamwo
qom yazu ma
yare o mawi ya.
i have a house on the river
i keep flowers on my window
i love the woods more
i am never alone
my mother is the mountain
UnderstandingIf we all practiced understanding from all sides, there would be an abundance of peace. We understand monkey behavior and the monkeys we observe sometimes fight and kill one another over territory for survival. They are blind to a system that we understand and can avoid. Humans are a little more chaotic, however, and can kill for reasons other than survival. Some are keeping the peace while others are starting wars over religion. Perhaps they're fighting for survival as well. The survival of a belief. All human actions can be explained and understood. That understanding will eventually bring change and progress. The more we understand the source of our problems, the quicker we can make the problems disappear from humanity.Understanding17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding." - Albert Einstein
The Winds Of Truththe winds of truthThe Winds Of Truth1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
finds a way of speaking
even though those who hear it
to cover their own senselessness
yet in the silence
revelations are found.
could it be more
that is said?
I open up and do confess,
The truth to my unhappiness.
The winds of change they blow me down.
It's when a dream
in the mind
of a forgotten man
that the breeze
changes its speed
and brings a storm
It is then that all
which has been, fades
and leaves behind it
the obscure paintings of
from the corners of
a fragile and weary mind
show the grace and beauty
of a long-forgotten
And the devastation in the storm's wake
Leaves a soul bared, naked and vulnerable
And I don't know if I could ever come around
To see the world as it was before.
When the winds of change came crashing through my open door
That storm of truth,
Can blow you down
(Up and away)
That storm of truth
DawnGathering sleep in pale blue light,Dawn1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
I find a bed of white clouds.
Not tired per say but ready for dreams,
Enveloping me in dawn's soft pink.
My stars are fading though shortly ago
They shone bright white against my black hair.
Good morning children of day.
Say sleep well to this child of night.
TulipThe tulip opens wide its lips to tasteTulip2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sweet honey slowly dripping from above;
But at times we move with too much haste
To have that which we love.
That stinging itch brought on
By some alarming buzz
Brought not by songs of spring;
But instead her restless spawn.
They find relief only in the rising dawn
But do not indulge in such a fleeting thing;
For our hearts beat out of sync,
With your sun, my stars are gone.
The tulip gilds its grave gold,
Wilting as it learns to bloom,
Glow spent; fading in the cold
With a love revealed too soon.
When the Roads are Harsh...When the darkness rises,When the Roads are Harsh...2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the light has forsaken,
The nights of blackness is ceaseless,
When the raying sun is hidden...
We will walk in barren wastelands,
But we will live and dream...
FireflyI've always lived under someone else’s groundFirefly2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m too pathetic to do anything, so I hide
I’m grown now, I can fly, and I can glow
But flying is hard and glowing burns
Yet, I've been told I can ever stop
I’m tired, but the burning keeps me up
I haven’t much longer
I've lived for so long, yet had so little time
I’m so tired
Pigeon FlickeringPigeon flickeringPigeon Flickering3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
When wings of a pigeon flicker they are seen as pests, the doves of the rocks whose species is noble, but oh the plainess of their living. Spaces forgotten by the bridges of their lights are also burned before the sight of men. Those who would bear anger at the smaller the piece, would ruin the natural feats on beat. And yet this is merely the place of remains, without lacking, small, and sorrowful gaze. Sense is not made of the perils faced by these doves nor shared by the gaits of playful sparrows. But how like avians to live peril by wing, when man shall live their own perils when faced by dings of a bell. A peril begets itself and the person will suffer before its aim.
FlowerbedFlowerbedFlowerbed3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flowers in the flowerbeds.
Gold and blue flowers in the flowerbeds.
And low marigolds.
Though small gramophone pipe,
As motley lapdogs.
They are about something confer
That soon - September.
And the rain started to cry so
What to subdue him.
You need to focus internally
And bloom, not expecting praise.
Walk the sky
Careful autumn clouds.
Blossom bright autumn chrysanthemums.
Small Terry chrysanthemums.
White, yellow, pink
And, I guess, there are various other shades.
This hour was lost in time.
This rain has been lost in time.
These days, ran,
And disappeared Terry chrysanthemums.