Simdi... SFASimdi... SFA7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Şimdi Sevişme Vakti
Çıplak heykeller yapmalıyım,
Nefis rüyalarınız için
Ey önünden geçen ak sakallı kasketli,
Yırtık mintanından adaleleri gözüken
Resimlerden duyurmalıyım. Resimlerden...
Şu oğlan çocuğuna bak
Kokmuş manifaturacının ayağına
On kuruş verecek
Seni satmam çocuğum
Ne güzel kasların var
Ne güzel bileklerin
Hele ne ellerin var, ne ellerin.
Yok... meydanlarda bağırmalıyım.
Güllerin buram buram tüttüğü
HeavenThe old lady sat down in the chairHeaven6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And with a kindly smile said
'You'll be rewarded in Heaven'
Which made me think of Death
White fluffy clouds, and subsequently, sheep.
Now, putting all Religion aside, I think
Death is a long time to wait
for a reward so gained easily
(I only gave up my seat)
And then I got to thinking of
What could lie behind Heavens gates,
My sins, and what about a refund
If they didn't let me in.
So I asked her for a receipt.
ImaginagerieThe chickens are locked in the closet;Imaginagerie6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the dinosaur's under the bed.
The toad has just jumped from the windowsill
and landed on top of my head.
The ferrets are out planting flowers;
the peacock's new plumage is torn.
The unicorn used my last dishtowel
to polish its glimmering horn.
The reindeer have raided the pantry;
the dolphin won't fit in the tub.
The lemmings ate all of my lemon drops,
then played hide-and-seek with the cub.
The donkey's been braying all morning;
the cheetah's been chasing her tail.
The pony just peed on the welcome mat,
while the kangaroo chewed all my mail.
Oh, for a real-world puppy,
perhaps a kitten or two...
My daydreams are running all wildly,
just like my invisible zoo!
When it happendWhen it happened,When it happend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It happened in an instant
Yet it stretched out across the years
Colouring all my memories of you.
Maybe I could do with some understanding,
Acceptance could bring forgiveness,
For what there is no need to forgive
And no need to approve.
Maybe the past does shadow us closely,
And the inequity of time
Has left me the fool, of reason,
When reason will not
Fill the cracks upon which
I readily stumble;
I could stand and face this
But standing will not do.
I thought it would be different
But I suppose I saw it coming
I thought I could move on
But the feeling remains
What I thought this would be,
Well, maybe it isn't.
Nothing was really said
No-one is to blame
Yet everything changed.
A New Sub-SpeciesA short paper presented to the august body, The Royal SocietyA New Sub-Species7 years ago in Humor More Like This
A New Human Sub-Species
I am both pleased & sad to announce that a new sub-species of Homo sapiens has been discovered, and because of its distinct lack of awareness it has been named fucitallus. Sadly, the population growth of this animal is reaching plague proportions. It can now be found on most continents.
I have been researching this animal for many years now. In fact since the early '60s, when I first became aware of the possibility of a sub-species to the genus H. sapiens. Then, as a young teenager, I had many questions which my teachers & parents couldn't answer. All related to how we were looking after the land; why were the song birds vanishing, where were the buzzards & spars. And where were all the butterflies & other insects. I got my answer, from across the Atlantic, Rachel Carson's Silent Spring. It caused quite a stir, and in time (5yrs) the pesticides were banned, DDT being t
Just a bit of oceanDay to dayJust a bit of ocean4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The absent smile
and smells, or touch
and this lead in my stomach
Is it too much
to wish for something greater
Than the incalculable tomorrow,
graveyard of another day
pencilled in my diary
The fever that burns my life away
An inescapable mess
I look for an act of contrition
There will be no submission
In this slow death.
I will fight the enemy unseen
I will restore the flags of
my tattered dreams
I will gaze, unblinking, as to what is to come
I will make my peace with what
has been done
Though the thorns dig deep
and the well is dry
Some day I will see the sun.
And though my ocean is but shallow
One day it will rise.
A biblical affairTwo by twoA biblical affair6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The animals went in
One by one
They came out.
GardenI stare into the gardenGarden7 years ago in Open More Like This
She hides behinds the thorns
Would it matter if I loved her
If she's not aware at all?
Does it matter if I bleed,
I saw her in the garden
She slinks amongst the trees
Picking windfall apples
She offers one to me
Do I stay or leave?
Is the apple worth the trouble?
Is that a worm that I see?
All smiles and eyes,
breath,skin and lies,
scent of Eden,
in the garden.
Endless WaveAs the cherry falls from the tree to the water,Endless Wave7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
let's be the ripples across its surface.
when all seems still ,
let's be the ones to break the reflecting calm.
let's make waves that bounce off the light,
and dance among the fish,
floating slowly with the time,
let's be the splash of color that illuminates the dawn.
should the cold come,
let us be the fire.
playfully lapping at the sky,
reaching for the stars.
should the world fall still,
we shall be the breeze.
tugging and playing at the trees,
begging them to move and dance like they used to.
and when fatality chases us,
let us be the new life.
a seed though we be,
soon we shall grow.
let us grow old together,
let's reach a point in the silence where the open fields take our breath away
let us never be out of sight,
lest the beating of our hearts fall uneven
as the cherry falls to the waters surface,
i slowly drift into your eyes,
and all i see is you...
If rain were like stardustif rain were like stardustIf rain were like stardust7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
would the flames that would fall bring me light
and would we miss the cool at all
if i missed the waking
would i remember the dream
or yet, would i understand the message...
pondering this i sit under the fading sky
its been a while since we talked
i have missed you,
you the same?
how we have forgotten
have countless eons really passed,
or is this wreckage of a soul belying its age
if even the tepid pools of starlight cry your name, what chance do i stand
dare i scream out against the falling stars
surely they need you more than I
you too sky? you would leave me?
either way, fire is surely better than this,
as rain shall fall, so shall the stars, and all shall end
HunterBehold the lonely hunterHunter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Holed up in his lonely shack
No friends to tend or comfort
him, no lover to haul his ash
So he set about the woods in search
And in despair he set a trap
So a snare he wrought
And a love was caught
First it pried
Then it cried
Then it went slack.
Last NightLast night I thought I was dyingLast Night6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A strange feeling
I could not reconcile my present
Couldn't have cared less about my past
And the future, infinite, gleaming,
was a moment too that would pass.
I was stuck there,
in a time travel device,
the luxury model known as
and for two thirds the time again
I had traveled in comfort,
time would once again begin to creep.
Long river, slow river,
dragging me under,
Pulling towards time I'm yet to meet.
Breathed in dust and aged in fire
Water eroding ground under feet.
Breath, ticking your time away
Life, exhaled as smoke and heat
Age, the fabric torn, unraveling,
Death pulling threads under sleep.
Last night I believed I was dying
and woke this morning to find that I am.
BlackBlack.Black6 years ago in Other More Like This
Like the dirt upon your face.
Like your skirt
Dragged numb through the rain.
Black as the marks that still linger in place.
Black as the dirt on your face.
There is black in your pockets,
Black rolls from your eyes,
You sink black, your blood is black
Black is laced to your body,
And Black pours from your mouth.
You drink black, you smoke black,
You're breathing it out.
Black as the clouds
In an irrelevant sky.
Black as the pupil
In the pool of your eye.
Black as the night woven tapestry scratched
Black, upon black,
Weather ManCast iron clouds cascadeWeather Man4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Down like an air raid
The sky is grey like TV static
I raise two fingers like rabbit ears
And try to receive your signal
I can feel my fillings picking up AM radio
The weather carries an uncharacteristic sense of urgency.
The weatherman is screaming.
His voice is hoarse, his breathing shallow.
There is a storm coming.
That lysergic acid rain may fall
And rend my flesh away
Hot and humid as a fever
And the hallucination with it
It is raining sideways now,
The weatherman doesn't tell the wind
Which way it's gonna blow
Distance exaggerated by the damp air,
I am an island today.
I kiss the emptiness where you should be,
But I taste only salt water.
When I told you you made me feel
Like New Orleans in two thousand and three,
I didn't always mean in a good way
A blown away way.
I feel the saline in all my open wounds.
Sharks are strolling down Bourbon Street,
Their dorsal fins indistinguishable from the shore break.
The bodies are floating to the
During warm-hued Autumn'sDuring warm-hued Autumn's4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
During warm-hued autumn's concluding days,
As the final leaves fall from their barren trees
And, obscuring the grass, complete decay's
Patchwork shroud for winter's bitter freeze.
A silent, drowsing world starts its sleep.
Naked trees expose a vast and void space
While their branches reach toward the sky to sweep
Grey winter's veil away from this dead place.
Long have I yearned for that same emptiness.
Merely to clear my mind, leave you behind
And I made the attempt, but to confess
Somehow you remained behind in my mind.
You became something I could not foresee:
You became a scar on my memory.
These desperate waterspools in troughs watch deep and darkThese desperate waters7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
sharp reflections, fierce and stark
pale, silent foam thrown out to die
anguished waves crash down and sigh
silent dreams of little fishes
bubble screams and teeth so vicious
quiet waters, waves still and drawn
weary ripples, lined and gaunt...
The Grammar GangstersBeware the grammar gangsters!The Grammar Gangsters7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The mafia of the literary underworld.
They saunter into stanzas,
Under their trench coats
Or in violin cases.
They can make you talk,
"With just a few well-placed speech marks,"
Leave you shouting! Where you should have whispered!
And pulp your bold statements into quavering questions?
They can, pepper, your, phrases with, commas,
Or bring your piece to a dead.
They'll trap you (between brackets)
As you - dash - to the exit.
Then: punch a blunted colon
Into the gut of your text
Force-feed you a poisonous semicolon,
Then hack/slash your work to shreds.
The grammar gangsters
Never leave survivors.
Readers discover the victims
In the back alleys of the library,
In a tommy-gun ellipsis...
If I Were A LineIf I were a lineIf I Were A Line7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I think Id be curled,
billowed and swirled,
and slowly unfurled.
Id sweep over a page,
if I were a line,
with the wind in my hair,
and my heart laid bare.
Thats what Id be,
if I were a line.
If I were a spot
Id be round and fat
(now how about that?)
like an old, well-fed cat.
Id have drizzled and dropped,
if I were a spot,
pittering and pattering
with a slight hint of smattering.
Thats what Id be,
if I were a spot.
If I were a colour
Id be a rich red,
like a painted deathbed
or a sword to the head.
Id lunge for macabre,
if I were a colour,
made oh-so dramatic,
my thoughts all sporadic.
Thats what Id be,
if I were a colour.
But I am a human,
so pale and flawed,
and easily bored,
(wishing I was adored).
I twist and bend
(these hinges, you see?);
my shape is no other
than the one I can be;
My colour, it changes
because I am a human:
a human thats me.
IdleTake your status downIdle3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your passive-aggressive twittering
Shall not win you any ground
Your time together was a flickr
a hashtagged memory of a better day
where she might come around for dinner
but those hours are tumbled away
You may share with people a thought or two
but no-one is liking what they've found
There's a world outside your window
so take it down
Beautiful WrinklesMy Grandma has beautiful wrinkles.Beautiful Wrinkles6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She has crow's feet from her smiles,
And creases where she crinkles her nose.
Her mouth has stitches
'Cuz she puckers her kisses,
And her cheeks have layered petals like a full-bloom rose.
She wears lacey necklaces.
"I don't like wrinkles," she says.
She never says why. Why, do you suppose?
Why Do Stars Supernova?Why Do Stars Supernova?Why Do Stars Supernova?7 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
An Apocryphal Tale
3 1In the beginning, after God had separated the light from the dark and put away the surface of last scattering into echoes, He gathered the heavenly bodies to Him. 2All the stars and the spheres fell silent in their praises 3and listened.
4He said, There will be a great schism among My people. 5I will put away My glory from Me and live among men on Earth. 6During that time, My light will not appear to shine as brightly in the heavens. And the heavenly bodies were dismayed.
7But where will it be? said Eta Carinae. Our glow cannot full the skies as Yours does.
8He said, It will be hidden from your eyes, just as it shall be hidden from the eyes of My people.
9You are God and You, alone, are
A little epiphanyAnd then the day is overA little epiphany3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun sets and time flies
Taking us into an
Where the silence grows
and my little fears slowly
rise, till they
obscure us from view.
And the moon is bright;
It's the little epiphanies
shining on the edge of this abyss
that draw strings
pulling things back into light
Those things left and faded
can stay so, and of the future
tonight will do
I am one of few words
so in this fleeting umbra
I will snare the chance
to say what I feel is true
how the ghosts that howled no
longer wake me and
the ancient lantern, hung in an empty sky;
even in the darkest hours
let its light lead us through.
The doll collectorI said that I don't want to outgrow toys, and my mother said that I won't have to. Grownups can play too. Lots of grownups collect dolls.The doll collector5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've seen her, the doll collector. She has shelves and shelves of little porcelain ladies with curly locks. There are dolls in every room of her house. She says that she never grew up. She will always be a little girl.
I look at her dolls and wonder for how long they had been gathering dust there. The smiling ladies sitting at a table set with teacups no bigger than a fingernail. The little girls in pink lacy dresses, playing with kittens or holding bowls full of cherries. The fairytale princesses, waiting for their princes in miniature ancient towers. They are not like my dolls: they are frozen behind glass, pretty to look at but not really alive. I wonder if they are lonely. I wonder how long it has been since anyone p