Not TodayIt's hard to talk about something
When your tongue keeps taking tumbles
And your mind keeps going numb,
Gumming up the works
Filling up your head with sand
As you go
And there goes the tangent again.
A thought that slips and slides
Like a fish through water
Or a bird through air.
I'll catch it one day.
Know what to say.
Know how to broach the subject to myself.
But not today.
Today it slips away
Holy LimerickThere once was a bishop of EnglandHoly Limerick6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who liked to dress up for the weekend.
To the clergy's distress,
In his best Sunday dress
From the pulpit he'd weekly descend.
He'd preach about Moses and Noah
With shoulders bedecked by a boa
Of lavender feather
(To go with the pleather)
While the nuns all sang "Sweet Jehovah."
And none could deny he looked snappy,
Or kept his perishiners happy.
For he found that in lime
He looked simply devine!
(Though his sermons often were crappy.)
But bedecked by bangles that jangled
And earrings that sparkled and dangled,
He had more than enough
When he preached in the buff
To distract from the proverbs he'd mangled.
Now the church had not given up hope.
"We must find out a way we can cope!
It's not his cross dressing
That causes our stressing.
He keeps stealing the clothes of the pope!"
To She Who Crowns...To she who crowns the laurel wreath,To She Who Crowns...6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you had wings and pointy teeth
And nasty bites you did bequeath,
And leached life from my every limb,
Vitality upon your whim,
Well... maybe i would like you then.
But you're as fair as fairest fair,
A rarest rose without compare,
Exuding beauty everywhere,
Enthralling, mankind's sweetest flower
Blooming beauty with your power,
... and with envy, Im made sour.
How to compete with such a jewel?
I feel a toad upon my stool,
A lowly subject neath your rule.
What is the good of flashing eyes,
A face that draws from men their sighs ?
When beauty blinks, Im food for flies.
It seems you flaunt this in my face
When pulling stars from outer space.
You gift them to me in your grace,
And offer me with sweetest smile
The chance to rest with you a while,
To hand to death a firm denial,
To be a planet 'round your sun,
Reflecting light 'til life is done,
To shine a song of what weve won
As man has t
Showered among the stars.Showered among the stars.6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Showered among the stars,
Like brilliant diamonds in the sky.
I hold your heart ever so tight,
I caress it with the gentlest of hands.
I wont break this precious gift,
A gift I've freely been given.
Was it Holy angels that gave you to me?
On that bright sun shiny day?
Did the Almighty know I would fall so hard?
Did He know that you were my other half?
The half I was missing without even knowing.
And is He glad that you listened to His prodding?
The sun sets to end another day,
Another day He allowed me to live and breathe.
Another day to love you compliantly.
As the golden rays fade away,
I close my eyes to dream of you.
To wonder if your dreaming too.
And will another day arise?
Or can I die with peace that you know,
How deeply I love you so?
If I go to Heaven's Throne,
Will you be happy with the love I gave?
Though until I leave this earth behind,
I'll give you all the love I have to shine.
Autumn WhispsAutumn comes with secrets in her hair,Autumn Whisps6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Auburn splendors and azure skies,
Calling with windy I love you's
To star glazed chill,
Reminding us how death can be beautiful.
Go To HellI hate youGo To Hell6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate you, I hate you, I HATE you
I dont know what else to say
You said you loved me and I was hesitating in giving you my love
I gave in gave it to you, cause I was in love too
I gave in
But then you went away!
As if you just needed the affirmation
I carried you, I helped you, I told you that you were beautiful
God knows that you are
But I hate you AND your beauty
Its not that weird that I have problems with commitment,
When all you do is turn me down, after having given my heart to you!
An Ode to NothingDark kisses come from pallid lipsAn Ode to Nothing6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That suck into a cold embrace
Whose frozen heart and finger tips
Would trace despair upon my face.
Id clamber hot into your arms,
With earnest hopes of thawing ice,
My molten passion making way,
Hell hot and heavy fire swarms,
A burning torch to paradise,
To guide you from the dark to day.
Strike. STRIKE. The spark it flickers faint,
And so the flame is leached of light
As down Im drawn towards dawnless taint,
And doused within your endless night,
A star turned hole to rip the skies,
A maelstrom yawning wide with need
As light roars in to fill the lack,
Then sputters, trembles, fades, and dies.
So tell me what I have to feed,
What I can throw into the black,
Such emptiness, rapacious want.
How much anguish must I bleed
To pull you to rhapsodic brunt,
Abandoning vampiric greed
That swallows life but never lives?
With glacial cold and diamonds hard
So brilliant black within your sight
Cirrus BreakersSo feeling breakersCirrus Breakers5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pass the edge
of a cirrus strewn and circular sky
In another summer
in another place
I have that bed on which to lie
In grass and thoughts; a fading trace
Of watching you
behind an eastern air.
No ancient halls of Rome did speak
of beauty like your hair
That fell in spells and drew me down
still closer to your mouth
I keep these passing moments held
Of summers in the south
EdenA haven then, set in a hillEden5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With two trees bare and unashamed.
One bore life while one could fill
A cup with thickly flowing thought
And drive the couple cursed and blamed,
From Eden or the parking lot.
She Who Is the Mystic MuseThere is a girl that lives in allShe Who Is the Mystic Muse6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She is the mystic Muse
In many guises she arrives
And will not be refused
She takes your hand, enters your mind
Manifests through the arts
Everywhere she will appear
And triumphantly departs
She is human yet she is not
Ethereal and solid is she
A thought, a face, a place, a thing
She has been seen to be a he
The Muse is subtle in her power
Her presence makes you whole
Art has come to know her well
She is the Artists Soul
Make Like A Train, Take TracksThis is escapeMake Like A Train, Take Tracks4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(or so we'd like to believe)
taking the train through nowhere
and reaching now here. We'd hoped
for such a scape of waste
land, where the sun gutters
from the sky, and our footprints measure
not distance, but scope. Where, other
than the echoes of electric exoskeletons,
hoarse codes from broken throats,
the world is mute. Colourless.
When I talk of a landscape,
I speak of this silence:
this space, this time,
and how it means forever.
An emotion bled-out,
The Willow's StoryWalking by the waterwaysThe Willow's Story6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I spied a weeping willow,
Green of leaf but bent in grief
A masterpiece of sorrow.
Unsure of why this tree were broke
In lowered voice I softly spoke:
Willow, tell me why you weep
Do you despise the hum of flies?
Are you sick of water deep?
Do you look upon the glaring skies
And long for hollow sleep?
Human I have watched this world
Too many years in silent thought,
I've reached for stars with limb unfurled
With twigs and branches overwrought.
That lofty race was never won,
I who stretched towards the sun
Ceased to grow and now I know,
Truly I am nearly done.
For such as us live fleeting lives
And only grow so tall,
When willows reach a certain size,
Long leaves begin to fall.
This is how you find me here,
Sick from unknown ill
And is it weak to shed a tear
That all will soon be still?
Though may I ask you sit with me?
And read some rhyme out loud,
Perhaps of immortality
To lift this morbid cloud.
Forgive me Willow if you wo
III.I want you to know that you are lovely,III.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scars, bruises, crooked smile, broken heart--
You are nothing short of perfect to me
And I will keep you from falling apart.
The Aphorism of New LoveSilence hurled down the drainpipeThe Aphorism of New Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a twirl of lust and tobacco.
I skinned my knees in the dark of night,
In a smog of nowhere to go.
I could have followed (I suppose)
If I knew his last name
Or felt the texture of his clothes
Roughly pulled off. It came
Suddenly, in the onset of adulthood
And the burgeoning stench of responsibility.
I choked at first but soon I could
Understand that he, too, was guilty.
Did I want it? Do flowers choose
To spend their last three days of life
Cloistered in stale clusters? Yet I'd lose
Too much without this. It feels right,
Uneasily steady in rapidity
And the light is brighter than it ever was
Because stars fall so brilliantly
In the aphorism of new-struck love.
Come FortuneCome Fortune, and tell my story to me.Come Fortune6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Am I comedic, or doomed to tragedy?
In my end will I be sadly buried?
Or in the end with happieness be married?
Many who were born and bred in sorrow
Have, braving bitter cold, found warm tomorrow.
Many who were graced with lives of leisure
Remain forgotten, rotted in their pleasure.
So if this life is but a theatre's stage,
Why should my lines be filled with only rage?
For Fortune's friendly smiles and darkest frowns
May fall upon me, causing ups and downs
But not untill my bell has fully tolled
Can Fortune know what story must be told.
The Rape of the DucklingOn my hanging balconyThe Rape of the Duckling6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Three stories overhead,
I chanced this morn to oversee,
As dawns first light was shed,
A crime that made me wince in shame
For all humanity.
A wayward youth had made his aim
The trapping of a ducky.
Now Mother Duck had brought her brood
To bask in morning sun,
And found this young man rather rude
To make her ducklings run,
But didnt grasp his full intent
Until the deed was done,
And found her ducky heart was rent
From peeps of her young one,
And fearfully she quacked, concerned
For her dear childs demise,
As thoughtlessly the young man turned
To make off with his prize,
And off he ran, his toy in tow,
Quite heedless of her cries,
As she chased after, all too slow,
Regardless of his size.
And of the grown ducks looking on,
Most aided in her chase.
Their angry, ducky hearts were drawn
To help her in her case.
And silently I watched the theft
Within my hiding place
That left the mother so bereft,
Duck frantic on her face
And never did I speak a
a desperate bout of melodyas the sun melts into streaked paint,a desperate bout of melody4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as your hands trail listlessly along my spine,
as the paper frays like twine,
i can remember your heart.
the kind of beautiful
that only exists at night
fire of skin and prowling cats
friction of hot tires
and mattresses creaking
under the weight of the love
that is made over it.
of your skin still
sticking to mine
like sugar in
the heat is quick and
i'm morning sick,
i am your flower and
won't my petals please
a sighing of a
i will love you
in the morning when
the fog paints
Last PostThey sweated like pigs, overdressed for the climate, over dressed to impress those rag bag natives. At sundowner time, on the deep veranda of the hill station, the conquerors are in repose, still saddled though with ties and collars, mess jackets, with all their fabric layers of superiority.Last Post5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The tart edge of quinine tames the raw spirit bite of the gin, as officers and the other representatives of colonial order persuade themselves that these alien valleys could almost be home. From the barracks the bugler sounds the nightly lament. The forlorn cadence echoes across land too ancient to be subdued.
The citrus taste stirs
dregs of memories, bitter
like aloes or lime.
CampsiteCampsite4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do not mind the feeling of icy water
In the morning on dry, chapped hands,
The scrubbing of bowls and pots with sand
In the pale autumn light.
These are the clean discomforts of life lived,
And sun warmed stones and star soaked nights can make amends
Say amen to the prayers that such days could last forever.
But I am answered never never again.
And there the knife sinks deep
As the past is waked from sleep,
Defiant and pounding its fists in anger
But the leaves of today leave concern from their color,
As bright with me as without they do not dignify my dolor
With pity for the memory
Of what makes one day full and one day empty.
"Fool," they say "All things must die in time,"
And so I stand stripped bare beneath the sky,
Inhaling wood smoke wafting in the wind,
And feel all Nature's life come to an end.
Freely EnslavedYou poison your mindFreely Enslaved6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With beliefs, divine
A part of your life
now left behind
You've no common sense
You weave a defense
Of some plan which was made
Without your consent
You justify how you behave
And choose to be, freely, enslaved
Check the cons
Break the bonds
Don't become their pawns
Escape from the hold
Say you won't be sold
No more messed up stories
From the days of old
Maybe it's time to misbehave
Show them you won't be freely enslaved
Towards the SeaWarm sea salt and ocean's brineTowards the Sea5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lifts dull spirits that contently reside
In the souls of broken pride
Rocking boats and clean white sails
Follow night's star's golden glares
To a place far, far away
Where grown youth can come to play
In one's faithful, soulful journey-
Now on the sea, there is no more yearning
We ourselves, mix into our own reality
As lone, but grateful submarines
Sinking low and diving deeper
Into a sea of equal dreamers
Towards the sea and ocean's way
Where there is no law to say
That this is what we do today
That this is what we have to face
In this sea of possibilities
Where the mind and body travel lightly
We all wait for tomorrow's wake
And towards the sea, we come to make
Future promises that we will lay
Down in stone and above the waves
And into what the sea cannot take
A simple life bound to it's way
Think. Don't Know.Certainty is a plague. Avoid it at all costs. Don't be certain, ever; think, don't know. Crusaders were certain their actions were right; the radical terrorists are certain they were doing good; many criminals are certain they won't get caught. They knew, but didn't think. Think. Ask why. Ask how.Think. Don't Know.6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Don't ever just accept something, follow the evidence. Don't just accept there is evidence, study it, experience it firsthand, if possible. Think. Society stabilizes through doubt, not certainty, knowing leads to not trying, not learning. Knowing isn't really knowing, it's a combination of faith and apathy. Thinking is security, a blend of skepticism and activism, curiosity and caring, initiative and interaction. Don't just trust, justify rationally, and rationalize justly. Trust is good, only if it is trustworthy. Don't just know, think.