Slivers of light(French version below)Slivers of light15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The most dreadful winter of my life came.
I abandoned the idea of a blossoming future,
Fled the misery of my own motherland,
For a woman I have far too often dreamt of.
Among the singing buds of the Shinto shrine
A white plum caresses my back,
Its petals lull me, my eyes are sealed, sweet reverie,
A convent of grass
The junk of my thoughts
Send me to Amaterasu.
Blushing Lotus, enticing Lilacs, panting Azaleas,
So many mistresses!
Enough perfumes to be drunk from them.
Why, my promise, have I been waiting so long to join you?
Your hair like Sakura flowers
Your laughters sound like Shamisen.
Over the pond, a dragonfly sits down and begins to dream
Masquerading FlowersPink and white rufflesMasquerading Flowers4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
bend and sway as
green leaves and thick stalks
waltz their blooms
through a balmy breeze.
taste-test the air,
sweeping for danger;
faux petals move
an inch at a time
high above the forest floor.
A vibrant orchid mantis
plays it cool
and takes it slow,
masquerading as a still-life
in a mobile world.
FireThe fiery warmth.Fire4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sparks of red and orange.
Destructive, passionate, yet mesmerizing.
In an instant, it can take away a life through its destructive ways.
But yet, it can save a life with its warm embrace.
The fire spreads.
The tongues of flame licking at the fuel,
Its light throwing shadows dancing across your face.
Dangerous, yet safe.
Angry, but calm.
Harmless, until one spark lets loose.
Then the fire is free.
The master of chaos,
Hidden beneath a façade.
Wait until the veil crumbles,
To reveal its true power
rumex acetosaHer roots run far and-rumex acetosa1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deep underneath our feet
Her leaves provide extra flavor for our greedy tongues-
And give our pain relief
But beware if you are to take too much-
Pain would be the least of your worries…
Monarch MorningsMistress Monarch spreadsMonarch Mornings2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
over white-capped mountains,
a new dawn seen through
thin antennae masks
and yellow-trimmed lace.
Like a StoneI'm like a stone,Like a Stone5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
in need of a river
to carve in me
where green would lay.
Rainbowi.Rainbow4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a bouquet of light
of shattered sunrays
that shun those
whose rose is not as rubicund
or whose cerulean is only slightly sea-green-stained.
Slice up the white
and imprison it in sardine cans
and push the plungers home.
But no matter how much you may try
the result is death;
for you've frayed the perfect threads
And only dried minerals and plasma
some darker version of the cosmic latte concentrated.
My heart is a prism.
All that's around me
some hibernating humming
frozen beneath the winter's coat.
I must be a time machine,
because I cannot abide this monochrome much longer.
And I've sprung forward to spring.
I'm seizing the icicles
that drip from the pallid clouds
and stripping them
and cutting them
and setting them
and in my heart they are transcribed
and flowers bloom
in the rumination of the sunlight.
a host to the aquatic fermentation
and I sip this bouquet
an imitation of the future,
FlakeYou're trappedFlake3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a momentary fall
Prodding the air
Crushed with the rest
Melt like your brethren
I never liked you anyway
The Blue CurseIn the fit of rage,The Blue Curse1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
At the stupidity of mankind,
The rain was fiercely angry,
And in her anger,
Long ago, in the storm,
The rain cursed mankind.
The curse burned deeper
Than the brightest red,
Not bringing about senseless anger,
But instead a heartbreaking sadness
That broke them,
But left them alive.
It was blue tears,
And those blue feelings,
That ruined them.
From blue gave birth to the other colors.
For what comes from sadness but change?
So blue became sadness.
Each generation of mankind,
Turned bluer, and with each lifetime
The sky turned grayer.
Until it was but a pitch black.
And the rain was satisfied
With her work.
And the Blue Curse
Both Sides of Her HeartI didn't ask for this to be thrown at meBoth Sides of Her Heart2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't ask for this role.
I was chosen to lead a pack,
But I can't lead myself.
I didn't ask to fall in love with two
And be torn apart by both.
I could never kill either,
Yet I know I must.
I didn't ask for pups
Or the life that I live.
I don't know if I would've chosen it
If I had the choice to.
I didn't ask for this,
But I have it none the less;
So I should spend what little time I have
Joyously with those I love.
For I love two males,
And I know both are great;
For I am told
From both sides of my heart.
A New Babylonia?I see machines guttedA New Babylonia?3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
and with their intestines exiled
from their choked motors,
Silk Road cables stretching over
and halls mangled with plaform
like a robotic Pompeii,
the setting sun being in
the shade of fallen pillars.
The computers are Atlantis', damp.
The rooms are
The walls are the papyrus
for weed-comatose prophets,
spray-painting the word of Cock
in the name of Lexxy's Library,
and the hanging gardens
are of squished moss,
the rainwater lakes
copper as Hephaestus' automatons.
We are tourists to Gizan pyramids of rubble,
watching in awe at these mummified metal corpses
of the 9-till-5 work line.
LostThe dark woods surround meLost4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
What I thought was my warm breath
Has turned into a thick fog
I look around
The wind howls wildly
Something pierces my ear
The blood runs down my neck
I turn around
No one is there
The trees shake fiercely
I hear a noise from a distance
Too far to recognize
I run with a fear
That follows me
The noise comes closer
Threatening with a growl
It comes step by step with a snarl
I want to move but can’t
With fear and fright
The snow falls lightly
As I fall to the ground
Shivering with exhaustion
I close my eyes
And drift into a long sleep
The creatures reach me
I sense but do not see
They cover me with soft fur
A blanket like no other
I feel safe for once
Home,High Street,Loch, March 2014 (1st)Out,Home,High Street,Loch, March 2014 (1st)1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a bird cannonballs into
an arc of burnt umber.
Sky-machines stay docked in woodchip.
A procession of metal boiled sweets rolls on the road.
Spaced-out windows watch from double-glazed eyes.
Senile, golden trainweed sleeps.
Space station continues situated on its log asteroid for the young.
Bricks broadcast blank welcome signs for the tarmac.
“Spam boyz” cuts off its territory.
A brownfield valley in miniature streams down to
a gasp of capitalism, trolleysilver and prammetal and mother’s smiles along with the chatter of cars, past the robot triclops (go, stay, stop) and over upperclassmen pavement lined with quaint caves selling porcelain esoterica (“Clearance Sale: Everything Reduced”), a dry Atlantis stands in the centre pouring out dry and Spring sun, sidewalk leads to soil meandering to the plastic seats of a mission control and
the swan’s whisper in their bathhouse.
Trees sip the air above the water with their branches.
The bourgeoisie p
Two Second ShutterSun-rimmed glasses magnified hidden eyes,Two Second Shutter9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the leopard's sleek fur a mosaic of leaves.
Tempting irises with an earthly fury
shift as forest shadows dance and writhe,
breathing so close, you can't believe
the trees haven't fallen silent yet.
Sunlight spirals twinkle down to fireflies,
tiny flares lighting on quivering whiskers.
The stage is set for unrequited desire;
you pack up your camera as she stirs, languid.
Some things aren't meant to be captured
and out here, your camera is a cage.
Rain - PoemRainRain - Poem2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eavesdropping at the foot of my bed as little raindrops fall overhead
The lovely sound of the winter rain brings me to my childhood again
The leaves will shake as the wind blows and the water will make the grass grow
And the dew will set in so the flowers can bathe and the night will fade away for the new day
It begins to pour and some will rest on the leaves acting as little water thieves
The clouds will burst until they glow white again, but I’ll lay here listening in the meantime till then
the courtshipthe courtshipthe courtship4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Listening to the
strange sweet songs
of unseen birds,
perched near my window.
In the glare of the morning
sun, the short soft singing
of the female. Proceeded by
the the ardent chores of the male.
Their songs repeating,
notes purer than understanding,
punctuated by the cooing
of doves and screeching crows.
Away From the Burning ShoreClustered redwoodsAway From the Burning Shore4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bury the quaint home
The lonely smokestack
Upon northwestern shores
In precious solitude
Where swaying fauna prevail
Caressed ever slightly
By the fleeting breath of day
Crimson brush strokes
Glimmer across the hollow sound
As the hungry set sail
Beneath fluttering rags of white
I’d coast away
From glorious stature
Beyond proud evergreens
And the piercing blue deep
Each morning I’d drift
From emptied shores
With the high hopes of many
From my treasured port of thought
A Quarter of SeasonsBehold, a scene of pastel green and blue;A Quarter of Seasons2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
songbirds, petals and Armstrong-Vickers 1943 diesel engine too.
Through desolation of pistons and swathes of gunmetal grey,
hides a hope of coiled metal,
a sun to light the day.
Sublime, it is and lively too,
a happy filly to make the world anew.
Like bushy squirrel's tail, or swooping chick's whistle,
it rises and falls again-
an eternal remedy against the wintry pain.
Encased, it is by iron and dark,
yet it lights great fire,
it is the spark.
Behold, a spring,
a wondrous thing-
the joy of the metal sphere we hold so dear.
In past, I beheld the season,
but my absent mind has commited treason,
when I let a pronoun slip in.
Then this sod breaks the forth wall,
enters your home,
because this is his attempt at a traditional poem.
UniquenessUniqueness,Uniqueness2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the contrary, has a meaning
far from ordinary, which i'm feeling
is the improbability of random matter
(from RNA, ancient biochemical splatter)
emerging to form you, birdworld, and me
It's not the items in your pocket, you see
but what you carry in your heart
not heme & O2 from cells passing thru,
rather the hopes unique to you
(hero of ideals, press start)
uniqueness has meaning, it seems
(toss the helix & nugget found by thee)
in 6.4 billion bases, evolution's serendipity
(over the ledge, then on to your dreams)
The Cold Wind (Winter's a Bitch)THE COLD WINDThe Cold Wind (Winter's a Bitch)3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
The cold wind runs
It knows no nationality
The great hound follows
At the heels of winter
And bleaches the formerly colorful world
Till noting is left
but shades of black
and shades of white
Perhaps with some grey mixed in
The cold wind knows
This is Her time of year
And all the mortals hide
From the Cold wind
Lest they be torn asunder
By her great fangs
She howls through the night
Flying through the snow
Always restless always on the trail
Death following her like a jackal
The cold wind runs
T14 Wild BirdsWild BirdsT14 Wild Birds3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not far from my home the city ends.
Jog three blocks and cross the highway.
The rice paddies start there and go on for miles.
Run for another ten minutes and the sound of the city disappears.
Go a little further and you'll be at the bend in the river where the thorn tree grows.
Cross that river and you can forget the city.
I've seen deer out here, watched herons, cranes and ducks.
If you stand on the far bank, the river drowns the droning of the city.
The reeds grow tall on the river banks. They whisper wildly when the wind comes by.
I haven't been out there in awhile.
They've put a warning on the fence.
They've declared it time to kill the birds.
A hundred miles away a chicken plant cooked up a new flu.
Now, we'll poison the wild birds before they bring our chickens home to roost.
How will the reeds whisper when the birds are gone?
Winterscape/ Deep SixWinterscapeWinterscape/ Deep Six3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Metal foil shaping the hemisphere
Which we call the sky
Dusty clouds threading through
As far as the human eye:
They stretch above a canvas
Powdered with grounded moon
And diamond dust coldly glittering
Atop each solemn dune.
Dye me nameless, buried
In the soft cornucopia of waters
Breathed the protean airs
The naiads of eternal summer.
Sun-FallThe sound of distant carsSun-Fall4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is like the rushing of blood
when one puts their hands
up to their ears
Stark white columns
contrast wild glory
the death of 10,000 leaves
vibrating with every color
and glowing solar
PJF: Spring FlowersHayden walked along his daily route just outside of Viridis. Since it was nearing spring, the weather had been much to Hayden’s favor. The warmth of the air, the occasional spring breeze and the heat of the rays of the sun was just marvelous. It was in the spring that it rained less and he couldn’t have had it any other way. Personally he loved the heat of summer best, but hey, he wasn’t complaining. He decided to make a detour since today was such a lovely day, it wasn’t like he would get lost or anything. He knew his surroundings well enough to find his way should he ever be lost. Leaving the simple dirt road, Hayden walked through the tall grass weeds that flanked the sides of the road. The height of the grass weeds came just below his shoulders; when he walked through them he felt normal. He didn’t feel so freakishly tall.PJF: Spring Flowers4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
He made a slow beeline for the flower trees that dotted the vast expanse of grass weeds, strolling lazily through the plants. He st