Holy LimerickThere once was a bishop of EnglandHoly Limerick5 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...4 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
The Waking WillowWillow trees that dream at duskThe Waking Willow4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Perched beside the rivers brink
May hang their heavy branches down
Resting where the shadows slink.
Weary from the wearing world
But born to bare it, though they sink
Into the mire round their roots
And still, with thirst they deeply drink
From waters formed pon mountains high
And droplets formed from weeping skies
That watch below the whole earth die
Swallowed softly in its lies.
Just like the mire round the roots,
From which a willow tree must rise,
Mans world spreads forth its hungry hive
To eat all it can hypnotize.
And so the weeping willow cries
And bends in sorrow to the brink
Limbs shaking with the silent sighs
Grief growing from the soils stink
And sees reflected in the stream
Its rippling form held in the light
That seems to whisper of a dream
We waking walk through till the night.
When bleary sun will rest its eye
And darkness fall upon us all
Then we can look up to the sky
And hear the silver clarion call
Autumn WhispsAutumn comes with secrets in her hair,Autumn Whisps4 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.
An Ode to NothingDark kisses come from pallid lipsAn Ode to Nothing4 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
Come FortuneCome Fortune, and tell my story to me.Come Fortune5 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.
Within Your LinesThis is the seed, the catalyst:Within Your Lines5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dawning of a thought that's kissed
The source of all creation.
The mouth of insperation
And now that we have found it
We can never quit
How will we fill this stage
With ecstasy and rage
With naught but songs
We'll trap the wrongs
To wrought our will
To hold them still
What, herein, shall we create
Within this world of hate
TristramYou came into my city's walls,Tristram4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And shone despite your wounded state,
And soon you echoed through my halls,
And offered me the hand of fate.
You told me of your foreign lands,
And tugged me gently toward their shore.
Pulled me past the burning sands
Into the thirsty ocean's roar.
And so we sailed towards glooming night,
Star-eyed and dreaming, hearts entwined
Each drunken in the others sight,
Each full of hopes and danger blind.
And now the dark has finally come
But left us with the quiet stars.
No more the heat of glowing sun,
But silvered beauty now is ours.
Which softly sings of coming dawn,
And greater things than light soaked noon
And whispers why all hearts are drawn
To dance beneath the fickle moon
So once again I raise the flask
And knowing, drink the lover's brew
And toast to what my love would ask
And give my will to cleave to you.
PeoniesBroken lacePeonies4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A tattered dancer
MonsterI do not want to tear you open.Monster5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do not want to drain you dry.
I do not want to suck your marrow.
I do not want to feel you die.
I just need to.
IcarusSplendid in the sunIcarus5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I failed to see the wax begin to run
As feathers fell like stars into the sea
And roaring waves reached up and swallowed me.
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 Post3 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.
Haikus Are SouthernHaikus are SouthernHaikus Are Southern5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Lemonade on summer days
EpitaphIf my lack is what you grieveEpitaph4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I offer to you this reprieve
Either I was always here
Or else for me you should not fear
I'm a Zombie Without YouOne day the day will dawnI'm a Zombie Without You5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Upon tides of living dead
And corpses on our lawn
Will each raise their rotting head
And rise and stumble forth
To eat the brains of Earth.
And you, my heart and soul
My sweet love and paramour
Will help me barricade
All the windows and the door,
Get the shotguns loaded
So heads can be exploded
Well shoot them with rockets.
As they trudge on fetid feet
Theyll stare with empty sockets
As they search for meat to eat.
Well kill all that we can
While living off of spam.
And when the zombies come
And there's nowhere left to hide
And nowhere left to run
I know youll be at my side
With M-16 in hand
To make our final stand
Burning SongI'm burning. A yearning in the dark.Burning Song5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A spark that's waiting to ignite.
Alight. A bird is taking wing
To sing. To join the joyous dream,
This stream of all unconscious thought,
That's sought by hearts of pealing note,
In rote with all of nature's song,
A throng of all that bursts with light,
With blithe, euphoric voice that swells,
In cells that burn within the soul
The whole, which rest within the dark.
Broken.i.Broken.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mother doesnt wear her wedding
ring anymore. Instead, it sits on the
counter above the kitchen sink, like
she took it off while washing dishes
and forgot to put it back on; but Ive
seen her pick it up and wipe the counter
and walk away, like she no longer
recognized it as her own.
She and I have the same long, slim
fingers, except hers are clean and
manicured and tanned, theyre used
to flipping through old books, still
delicate and fragile, with arthritic
veins tracing through; Mine have
always been pale and torn up and
raw from anxious nerves, tough
callused finger tips from encounters
with cello strings and piano keys.
She takes care of herself, but I think
shes given up on taking care of me.
Sometimes, we leave, just her and I;
we get into her car and drive and
drive and drive until weve lost the
things that are dragging around our
ankles and weighing us down; Our
adventures tend to lead us where
the thoughts drown the fastest
Doing the LaundryIts not hard to wash a brainDoing the Laundry5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just rinse it then repeat
and soon the pesky stain
of logic you'll defeat!
First seperate your lights from darks!
Your coloreds from your whites!
Make sure you handle properly
the dull clothes and the brights.
Then put them in the washer
and watch them spin and spin!
(It never hurts to throw
a little moral bleaching in.)
Now put them throught the wringer
and hang them out to dry
and if your colors run
you can always have more dye.
Thunder SongYou thunder wildly.Thunder Song5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've heard lullabies in harsh words
Seen sentiment's scars
In wounded hearts
Beating for breathing
Beating for loving
Beating for dieing.
Blood runs warm under skin
Turned thin with lasting a little longer.
Blood sings softly in veins
Reminding the heart of its hunger.
Devil's BrewBlack and foul,Devil's Brew4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With steaming taint,
The liquid in my mug
Offends me much.
It's taste is such
It brings to mind a slug
Whose slimy trail
Does now entail
To gather at my lips.
It makes me ill,
This swirling swill
I drink with grueling sips,
This fetid funk
This juice of skunk
That doth insult my tongue.
A troll's pit sweat
Or closer yet
The essence of dog dung
Or toxic waste
Would better taste
Than this revolting brew,
And yet, alas,
I'm such an ass.
To go without won't do.
Natural Selection, RevisitedWhat kind of designing mind can be inferredNatural Selection, Revisited4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
from the restlessly re-arranging "natural world"?
Newton's equations seemed to suggest ethereal
clockwork, all of the cosmic events ruled
by the celestial stopwatch, but was centuries before
fractals illustrated spontaneous mathematics.
Darwin never fished in the genetic tide pools,
yet he could already see a complex economy
of disputed resources, and of artful ploys
to maximise the wisps of opportunity. What
designing mind could possibly have encompassed
such kaleidoscopic multiplicity, stretching,
interconnectedly, from the utterly grotesque
to the most delicate sublime?
Perfume of roses,
RaptureHeartbeat chaos, turn my tears to sweat.Rapture5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's stop jerk motion.
Don't find yourself yet.
Black flame halo.
Burning bloodscream wings.
I don't need a name. Just what the air sings...
Tells me all I need to know...
Sometimes it's enough
To be living fire.
There's something else to be found here...
The Rape of the DucklingOn my hanging balconyThe Rape of the Duckling5 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
Ode to BedSweet cotton candy land, face first in fluff,Ode to Bed5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You grace me once again while I count sheep,
And to recline upon you is enough
Your downy blankets piled atop in heeps.
Oh, were it not for you I could not dream,
Nor sleep, nor rest. Without you I would lack.
And aching pains within my muscles teem,
But in your soft embrace, I ease my back.
The Bard may find comparisons with May
Such written words ring hollow within me,
When I compare them to the place I lay.
Not one, but many springs I find in thee.
And so with gratitude I take my rest
Upon your suptuous and bouncy breast.