the tease of Earl Greywhen leaves speak they rustlethe tease of Earl Grey2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but shan't talk of lost cattle
out of bags like cats lying
purring perhaps stirring
gainsaying the language
of pictures - much fewer
than one thousand words
whispered soft - softer
ours to read into
by catching a hint of
some spiciness brewed
a sugaring of love -
or upcoming danger
a giving or taking
from whom in this strange land
once was a stranger
by this chance assessed
through one's cup or glass
darkly lit yet it be
from wet leavings of tea
hopefully let it be
the sugaring of love -
llp - dA - jan2013
DD - feb1/2013
safetyin awesafety6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you strolled in fire
as if in verdant pasture
holding close secrets
flame in your spell
dispelled all madness
you appeared ablaze
who would care to
would not dare to
what was real
what was not
strong - proud
you emerged unscathed
having realized you
my heart stays
in your care
so it abides
from this focused mind
gliding to yours
one third Earth distant
love and reverence
past paths of divergence
to hold in certainty
here and here-forward
1 4 3 eternity
llp - sep2008
revision - feb2011 - dA
aug13/2011 - DLD
we all are"i am, i am, i am",we all are5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the lovely young lady's plea.
though i'm unsure of what she means,
in myself is a set of three...
combined - all partial,
alone - not impartial,
effect - superficial,
there is the one i think i am,
another, for others to see,
and then, the one behind the scenes,
who's hidden even from me.
llp - jan'10 - dA
not quite a love poemfinally, deservingnot quite a love poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what it took long to see,
and thank, for the gift.
not now a part of my life,
this bed of mine
long ago made.
now truthfully, i lie,
to contemplate you,
then meditate my soul to sleep.
to dream of reaching,
no chance of touching,
here, i keep faith with connection,
to heed some basic need -
heavy feelings flow to,
is this enough?
a dichotome of vision,
blurred by the heart,
but love is not blind.
what is here should be of use.
and, it shall be, if allowed...
perception, altered by reality,
senses, alerted by serendipity -
to the difference in what is there,
now known, because it's seen.
...do you see?
i have value.
llp - dec'09 - dA
a qualification upon durationdeatha qualification upon duration4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
always a wraith
sometime to loom - then bloom
not a black rose
merely what opens
someday shall close
there is a pact
writ upon birth
signed by first breath
to greet with grace
accept with respect
'you are' is not just
'you're not' is a must -
resiliency given thee
some 'times' might seem heavenly
so long it may last - but
let endings be fast...
llp - oct2010 - dA
e-van-d-alizationpeople don't on purpose pursue the false, bute-van-d-alization5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no evidence is needed when the gut is heeded,
and nice to think there'll be forgiveness given
despite how lowly one has sinned or cheated.
an endorphin rush gives added push to words,
when shouted in some charismatic surge
of manipulation upon the captive brain,
[easier one might stop a runaway train].
surrounded by a fearing family shunning doubt,
to query is to dare the devil demon out.
false effective invectives perpetuate the lie,
prayed upon at birth and as you live and die.
every clown around you seems to be in thrall.
you feign to walk in step, but question every call.
llp - jan'10 - dA
Omaha doll, inclement time[don't you just love the smell of lightnin'?]Omaha doll, inclement time3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
invite the strike of barb-ed fork
with smirching mirth - [Nebraska corn].
a loathsome husker huffs windy bluster
in feckless lust o'er freckled lass.
she heard your word; you oink like pork,
breath rank and mean, foul beard unshorn.
you, trailer trash, lure a killing twister;
she hooks the sky, then... lets it pass.
mother earth by men brought dark,
while women bring the harvest morn.
that girl has power beyond you, Buster.
thank the stars - she spared your ass.
"oh my darlin', oh my darlin', oh my darlin' Clementine..."
she's the one best not forgotten, Omaha doll, inclement time.
llp - dA - jan2012
dispelling mourning mistunaware of medispelling mourning mist5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
nature in quiet growing
hear this man inside
to nurture natures equal
in solitude common growth
llp - dec'09 - dA
at a losshave you, like i,at a loss5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
used up too many words?
has inspiration slipped away,
no verbal thrift
to gift that rainy day?
where look to find
a case to plead,
the field to harvest
this is not selfishness
our souls require release,
crave space to play.
llp - may'10 - dA
you want epic?envision in your mind,you want epic?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
every atom in the universe.
you can't, but try anyway.
then realize -
one super-colossal 'mind'
encompasses all that... us included.
not an interventionist ruling-god mind,
no, i speak of the field
which harbours the cosmic-atomic laws,
the one which maintains perpetual history,
thus allows total nonzero evolution,
to an eventual
destiny... that one!
our quantum field
within our quantum brane,
our home -
with billions of sentient species,
all connected instantaneously,
yet unaware consciously... thus far.
llp - apr2011 - dA
unseasonedsuffer silent Winterunseasoned5 years ago in Open More Like This
to speak, reborn
that's frozen life -
and well described
by yours and poets past -
who seek to make
the Autumn last.
llp - dec'09 - dA
sense time - first to fifththe effect of its passagesense time - first to fifth5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we hear in wind whispers.
its smell is impelled
by arrival of spring.
seen as fruits ripen,
or skin turns from firm,
tis felt when new vigor
depletes to late langour,
but taste of time passing
requires a refreshing.
or, perhaps we should speak of spirit.
time is yours,
you - fresh and lovely.
i - a spirit, age slowly...
llp - jul2010 - dA
whisperedillumination dimmed,whispered4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yet lit as if twilight -
enough to see deep within her eyes,
deep to warmth of soul,
deep to inspiration,
for words to well up,
along side her lips he whispers,
and past her ear,
along her neck,
to where connects with shoulder.
her essense he inhales,
to exhale his words of love,
his gaze arises again
to dwell within her eyes.
so sincere from his soul,
he tells her of his feelings,
in fervent whispers.
he places his palm along her cheek;
leans to lightly kiss forehead, eyes, nose.
then, he takes one finger,
places it beneath her chin,
lifts with care, to bring her lips to his.
he kisses those trembling lips,
so carefully, so gently,
she's unsure there was a kiss.
she wants that kiss so much;
she reaches out in need,
pulls him to her kisses,
for one, two, a third,
a kiss so long and hard,
the kind with aching throat,
with yearning b
aroundyour words seem relaxed. [don't ask me how]around5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my brow un-clenches; breath becomes slow.
sans poet intent, but it shall be,
for you [being you] will will it to be.
in this world, you keep me dreaming.
with you in mind, basis - reason of being.
time and time, as tomorrows flow by,
you'll reach my thoughts; erstwhiles, i'll sigh.
llp - jan'10 - dA
earthly mattersexistence is a shoreearthly matters3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we arrive to/depart from
everything interweaves here
waves rumble and break
grinding, eroding, wearing
bring life, growth, death
synergy and symbiosis
drifting up and sifting down
this planet, and we, so evolve
llp - jan2012 - dA
on greeting the out-landerit requires a benign acquiescenceon greeting the out-lander1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to regard the perception of others,
so much different from one's own:
ours is not to wear their shoes,
but to welcome the foreign feet
that settle here - far from home,
where we at best would interlope,
feel at odds, might barely cope,
yet should gain at least a modicum
of empathy, grace and decorum...
as that humble, hopeful immigrant
llp - dA - sep2013
DD - nov14/2013
MeanderingHardly a mountain, though on lowering days its head sits wreathedMeandering3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By the mists of a passing front, aged and befogged as bygone elders
Doddering about before there were names for the malaise
That hazed their thinking
And from this modest crown there slouched and sloped
A long shoulder, meandering down to meadows below
Pausing now and again to coddle a pleasant hollow
Casting a sloping pitch enough to rush a torrent
After a sudden shower
Its glint and glimmer burble among the stones
To join a rill and plash and swirl and putter about a root
It's there I'm apt to wander
Not much of a path, hard passed and thorny
As twisted and narrow as the thoughts of bigoted men
Treading there finds stern resistance and stones to turn the foot
The clatter and crunch of brittle leaf acorns pop and skitter
A plenteous crop, beyond the appetite of wild things at forage
Leathery husks abound, pignut hickory the ebon stains of walnut
On taking pause the quiet lay, a
your aura or minesome say we have aurasyour aura or mine5 years ago in Open More Like This
of various colours,
perhaps depict genes
forming our natures -
and biases from,
and reactions to,
the hearty laughs,
or strife of life.
might our inherited inborn selves,
[to take or give]
lean to red
or trend toward blue?
trauma, illness and other things,
bad or good,
in the hue?
if emotions cause change -
does envy tinge green?
a dark mood might blacken.
would 'glad' be sun-yellow?
could it be true,
when feeling down,
we're deeper darker
nighttime sapphire too?
llp - dec'09 - dA
see the foolirredeemably.see the fool3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the dream created, silky, frays.
a Palomino strangely brays.
an amour-ed knight bereft
a misread missive,
her milky body
blond and silken through,
illusion, blinding is revealed;
overridden now by truth,
self-betrayal won't be reined,
nor ever be
llp - apr2012 - dA
expansionmemories...expansion5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are slightly, (or mightily), built upon as time goes by;
that's what we do with what we did.
whether those recollections have collected
added details along the way,
we often do not know - ourselves.
these things don't make those things less treasured -
no, not less, but more.
tales are told, and in their telling,
(in)advertant lies cause normal swelling.
llp - dec'09 - dA
make no mistakea couple,make no mistake4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
those not well paired,
yet held securely,
like a harvest past its time,
tend to rend apart.
soft and moth hypnotic,
compel tunnel vision.
one may not sense the presence
of some soul-
mate searching perfect heart.
for empathic empowerment,
cast off blinders;
attract their finders.
llp - jan2011 - dA
the firing of CEOsit is said that self deceptionthe firing of CEOs4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
means much stressful mental rust.
large leaders self deceive the most -
subconscious chars their inner toast.
someday they must
consider the heat
from calories burned -
first to ashes,
then to dust.
so, as their minds incinerate,
their children's children know them not,
except as driven men of fate -
distracted lives; their lies are hot.
there is no bird of Phoenix arising
from their ashes - not surprising.
llp - sep2010 - dA
the lady's wrathhe mocks your word - [his future bride]the lady's wrath4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there thrusts aside
in public deride
the stately grace you hold inside
sadistic ego stuns your pride
crude remarks - blurted - snide
you must not further abide
face shading red
threaten his being
via leveled invective
he stutters - turns pale
this pleases you!
it's plain to see
he's internally charred
just to make sure
you broil him some more
your burning rage
has turned his page
stripped and flayed
drawn and quartered
bricked and mortared
having railed - you recover
easy of breath
from experience learned
not his to be spurned
not any more
hand him his ring
regained - your demeanor replayed
no longer chosen
cooked and quick frozen
though now he appears to be melting
self ownership - 1many people have no confidenceself ownership - 15 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
in their own innate goodness.
they think it's God who makes them
behave, when it's the misuse of God
which can allow misbehavior to be
too easily forgiven. they pray it away.
then, their conscience is clear.
[whether we are believers - or not]
our transgressions belong to us...
llp - jan'10 - dA