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mantis: a haiga3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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AppearanceAppearance3 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She lives stylishly,
She's her own cypher, always
an unbroken code.
A riddle wrapped tight, veiled in
mysteries. Totally aloof.
Cries of the InnocentsAngels have lost in the hands of a single manCries of the Innocents5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The world weeps for many wings have fallen
Cries of the innocents is too cries of many
For these children touched us in plenty
And so I yearn to reach the remaining
Help them that is more than in need
for me to feed every soul in weep
while my faculty strongly appeals
Is justice just an illusion
or a huge notion.
To B Or Not To BTo B Or Not To BTo B Or Not To B6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
B movies infest my head,
A childhood disorder, woken,
the way that such things go,
from its long viral dormancy
Which way, which way did the good guys go?
the baddies have taken over, they're running the saloon
The sheriff's been written out of the script,
he never came in on his cues, the town drunk
has a contract now to record an album of blues.
Nobody remembers the way the West was won
or why the proof of manhood burst
from the barrel of a sharp shooter's gun.
awakeningI woke up feeling a bit tiredawakening1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My body felt like melted butter
A warm hand against my hand
I Bend a little to see who it was
A woman sleeping soundless
An angel to my eyes
I behold such beauty in my sight
Who is the young woman in my side?
Where am I?
I can't remember a thing
Even my name I can't even utter
I'm totally lost
In this white peaceful room
My eyes found again the sleeping beauty
I touch her golden silk hair
I was startled because she flinch
She started to move away
Stretching here arms with a wide yawn
She looks at my direction
Eyes wide open in astonishment
A minute passed with her eyeing me intently
Tear
Old Fart's ClerihewAll of us in the academic tradeOld Fart's Clerihew2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
keep our cultural pretensions on parade.
What are students for,
if not to intimidate and overawe?
Kerensky DefeatedKerensky knew he was beaten, the Bolsheviks had out-flanked him,Kerensky Defeated2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
they controlled the Workers' Soviet, the sailors and soldiers listened to them.
Could his government last much longer? His chance of surviving was slim.
Trotsky and Lenin defied him, laying their plans for a final mayhem.
they controlled the Workers' Soviet, the sailors and soldiers listened to them.
Could he expose these communist traitors? They took funds from Berlin.
Trotsky and Lenin defied him, laying their plans for the final mayhem.
The Americans offered him transport. Only they were ready to save his skin
Could he expose these communist traitors? They took funds
The Person's ViewKeep alive, be stillThe Person's View2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Underground at will
Looks rotten from outside
But very ripe inside
Building made strong
Yet getting crumpled as age pass
Keep repairing
Because it has great
Future up a head
Unique in its own way
Hope and faith intertwined
Puzzle PieceEmpty house along the wayPuzzle Piece2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stop for awhile
A feeling of loneliness
Missing piece in a puzzle
Just one glance
Just one moment
Just one wish
That this is actually mine
My missing puzzle piece
Everything comes is just an illusion
This was never mine in the first place
Hoping against faith
That someday somewhere
I'll be able to find
All together the missing pieces
In this messy and crazy puzzle piece.
The interviewA warm summer dayThe interview2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hoping for today
Is my lucky day.
A room surrounded by silence
My mind is clouded with stillness
Waiting, waiting, waiting for what to gain
For everything is just a test.
Antique MelodyAntique Melody2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I find memory stored
in my fingers, my elbows,
they can jig a tune.
I'm dancing. See my fingers
leap and hop! The song breaks free.
Tooth acheA shallow hallow part of painTooth ache2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cleaning was hard to maintain
Cold water makes it sensitive
For I must bear the sudden pain
Because money is hard to gain
TonedToned3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
In sepia land,
seasons are perfectly toned.
Pale clouds, empty skies.
ChildhoodChildhood3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The child is purest vulnerability, unable
to break the code of the bewildering world about him.
As he grows, he knows that watchful adult eyes protect him.
A Woman is a PlanetA Woman is a Planet3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A Woman is a Planet
I learned you from the outside in.
Discovered your perceptions before the end.
I could write a book about you,
with all your little moons around you.
Candle flashes blue and white
in the shimmering of the night
and every shooting star will write
that a woman is a planet
The deeper I look the more I see
youre nothing like I thought you'd be.
Honesty can bruise a wicked soul
till the brim that holds you makes you whole.
The daylight in your eyes
above your head the sun will rise
one star born as another one dies
a woman is a planet
Rooms in rooms and worlds in worlds.
Youre such a complicated g
Monsters FeetMonsters Feet3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I watched a television program about how to make snowflakes from paper. So I took my scissors and some paper, and went to the beach.
I was on the beach, and nobody was there, but a great big monster covered in hair.
"Hello monster" I said.
"Oh, hello" he replied sadly.
"What's up buddy"? I asked.
The monster raised his hairy head and turned to look me in the eye. Oh dear! He looked so sad. "I fell asleep, and the sea came, and took my shoes away". He sniffed and told me "I can't get home because the sand is too hot and it burns my feet".
I felt very sorry for him. "I can't go home without my shoes" he said.
What can I do I thought. As
regardAll these daysregard3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
looking into oneself
seeing nothing but
mirrorshades gazing
back because reflective glass
won't let anything in but that
is not true it
lets everything in, has
no boundaries that is the problem you
see - the waves wash the kelp
in and out, and the fish in the
tidal pools may luck out or not
and escape the next tide.
The images in the mirror, how
do you know one you left is not
still trapped there when you
leave the room?
IntrusionIntrusion3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Suddenly alert,
she turns. The cherry blossom
has not ceased to sway.
Waking In The DreamIt's as though I'm manipulating the worldWaking In The Dream4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
at one remove. You might say that I experience
an hallucination, as though the virtual world,
(which is the only world that I can be aware of)
seems suddenly to belong elsewhere.
I have a moment of estrangement. All my
mundane surroundings are improbable, it seems.
But the vivacity of moment is short-lived,
only a dull sort of hangover persists.
Am I most nearly
myself when I feel "myself"
as alien, unreal?
Bears Chocolate Chicken ChiliBears Chocolate Chicken ChiliBears Chocolate Chicken Chili3 months ago in Editorial More Like This
I large hen boiled and deboned
1 large red onion, chopped
2 green bell pepper diced
2 poblano pepper, diced
6 cloves garlic, chopped
2 tsp. ground cumin
1 tsp. ground cinnamon
1 can(14 oz.) fire roasted tomatoes, undrained
3/4 cup raisins
2 chipotle peppers
1 cup chicken broth
1 cup dark Mexican beer, or any dark beer would be fine
2 tbsp. finely chopped unsalted peanuts
2 tbsp. sugar
1 tsp. salt
1/2 teaspoon white sugar
1 large caned red beans
1 large caned black beans
1 large caned kidney beans
1 large caned corn
1 large can of tomato paste
Four squares of bakers chocolate chopped
Olive oil
DIRECTION
GazingWe're practiced players of this game. Our earliest explorations were of the silvered mirrors in the mundane world. Gazing at that other face we savoured our first taste of virtuality, that non-image that confronted us from that other world where right has been left behind, where polarities are reversed. Our fierce concentration brought us at last to a strange revelation. As our assumptions melted in the heat of that reciprocating gaze, we realised that we could see like artists, nakedly.Gazing2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
We stare into each others' eyes, attention fixed on the tiny reflections that hover in the dark opacity of dilated pupils. We are locked in our mutual inten
Dwelling of Forgotten DreamsThe sigh of the reedsDwelling of Forgotten Dreams2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the swans leads
to build there their nests
where the wind rests
and sings audacious
sometimes in rhymes
no matter which voice
takes the first or last choice
who awakes or sleeps
The dwelling of forgotten dreams
silently screams
at the brink of still waters
unaware... white gods slide
with gently open feathers
everything stays taken, hidden
under the reeds and grass
almost glaring, cutting glass
where souls can be found and hearts lost
*K
MARCH
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Dreaming on a CanvasIn the MoonlightDreaming on a Canvas1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Look into a fathomless night and see the constellation flicker
Removed from our existence is a speck long and gone
A smoky stream of purple fog moving like a breeze, yet thicker
Seen by those who roam along an endless black beyond
An everlasting journey, past a thought amidst a wall
Here I may attempt to fly, here I sleep and here I cry
I turned around within myself, peeled away my lids and saw
My skeleton standing by itself, ageless on a shelf and dry
Mystery was my reason and my final destination why
Questions are my purpose, yet the answers only sound obscene.
For I walk eternally and soon begin the day I die
All along
Required DedicationYour winged sung word lingersRequired Dedication2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
everything - every little single thing...I wish I had been
an accomplished wind, made of running fingers
in your hair a myriad of flowers growing
multiplying as blue skies coming and going
an universe of tigers and burning galaxies
an ancient new verse articulated around you
lukewarm tissue, heart ruby cloak of my crown
more than skin, sin and gown
you are wearing me as solid ground
leaving the ghostly symmetry of the unreality
becoming my breathing and my own reality
an halo of virtuality my own shadow sanctuary
*K
MARCH
*Y
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