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AnimationMy soul is an animation,Animation5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
flickering on the screen
briefly
before falling between
the cracks and crackles
of light and color
and movement.
I see between the cracks,
between the pauses.
Death smiles up -
a comfort I could not
expect so early.
Come to me,sweetness,
and explain the rest...
No rest.
My soul appears
to shine through life,
smiling and whole
and loving
for moments like these.
Oh, lift me up -
I am dying -
every heartbeat,
every warm embrace...
There is no joy
left in this wide world -
no truth, no fear
of fabled fantasies
in my sensational, animated,
excrement of existence -
hand-delivered by devils
esp
When it's WinterAnd now,When it's Winter6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
my love,
it's much
too cold
to sense,
to feel,
that golden
teal
of moonlight
in your eyes.
New Years Poem (edited)If the sunNew Years Poem (edited)5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
never comes up again
to brighten
this cold, grey,
winter's dawn...
why should I care?
For nothing
could be warmer
than a kind word
and your smile. :)
The Long Swim...A lonesome dreamThe Long Swim...4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
has come to me -
cold silver moon
like lover's eyes
and winter's beach
with glistening sand,
reflecting icy Paradise...
(making plans...)
My footfall held
up by the sand -
I've tossed away
my wedding band...
(long ago...)
And it is no
surprise to me -
No scent of brine
upon the sea.
Oh, let me try
as humans may
to sense the
feeling of decay...
(I am leaving this world...)
I choose the sand
for marraige bed.
The blue-green waters
reach the shore.
I close my eyes
and wait for spring
and lay there
till I am no more...
(dying)
No feeling left
in human limbs-
I float in tangled
green weed
In an empty ballroomIn an empty ballroom...In an empty ballroom1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
You invite me
to the dance -
No chance...
for already,
I am lost,
already
dying inside,
roaring
like the tide...
it comes out
like a whisper
of longing
against
the ear
of the world -
Each soft entreaty
attests
at best
that I am
a ghost
at the very
most...
No love,
no friend
can mend
the tear
in the fabric,
self-made
brocade
of my shroud -
sing loud!
It comes out
in a whisper...
What to do
once spring
is through?
Just whisper me
that dance...
There will always be riversThere will alwaysThere will always be rivers3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
be rivers
on this earth
in considering
the snow
when it dies -
crystal,
then fluidity
then mist
on the waters,
rising and falling
from the clouds -
to morph and sink
into the earth
for the earth
can not hold back
those tears
for long
from the river...
flowing, flowing
to the ocean
in salty agony...
For all must change
around you -
your family
will grow old -
your friends
will travel
and be lost
to you -
there will be
weddings and holidays,
memories so
sweet
that they hurt -
and bright, light
Christmas trees -
green lives,
sacrificed
for one day
in a warm house
with laughter...
All will be vorbei...
snow and fog
and cloud
Saint MargaretGentle doveSaint Margaret2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in slumber -
glass eyes
and no
martyr's expression
to give
impression
of pain
or unwilling heart
to serve -
do we deserve
that God
above?
But you chose
love.
We can not
guess
your way -
please stay
the story
on your lips
of noble beauty
and enduring
Savior's
glory...
Just so... (edit)I could fillJust so... (edit)2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the world
with flowers
but that wouldn't
make you happy.
Happiness
is fleeting
at its best
and you
exist somewhere
on that
dark hilltop,
watching
flickering stars,
rising from
a dismal, damp,
Daemmerung
and streetlamps
set into
their forgotten
byways.
Wandering minstrels,
the lost ones,
sing
sadder songs
than most
can bear -
And the world
does not care.
I live there
too -
some days,
many nights
when humanity
seems useless
in the vast
panorama
of shattered,
broken-glass
dreams.
Such a
dark mirror
but many pieces
make a whole...
Flowers die
quickly.
They are
meant to -
cut down in
comparitive
youth
but stars
are old.
Streetlam
Untitled VerseThere is not a placeUntitled Verse6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would not show you
in all of my ordinary world...
Not one blade of grass,
not one solitary Starling,
not one fiery sunset
should be lost -
not one.
All of this
tied up to you somehow.
This was daytime
and I was alone.
Now, it is night.
There is not one bright star
or near winter constellation
I would not keep for you
or put it in your hands.
There is not one spot
in my shadowy corners
where you can not shine your light-
all there - my deepest thoughts,
my darkest designings,
my sweetest dreams - all there,
all tied up to you somehow.
Imagine.
In the light of day,
in university halls
and lofty
BlindIt is aBlind2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
crushing sadness -
crushing, consuming
as a fire
in the spirit,
smothered by
black autumn leaves
in the snow -
it smolders so.
No fire
No flame
Just stale smoke,
curling
its fingers
into blind eyes
until
it dies.
So that
I do not care
if the stars
shine at night
or the bare
winter branches
tattoo their design
upon my door...
Just unreal
sounds-
must abound
in solitude,
in silence,
in darkness...
The one-legged WarblerNo accident -The one-legged Warbler6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
no mean-eyed cat
to catch and tear -
no threatening race
from nest to test
your prowess and
your instinctual
flying pace.
One leg to stand on -
didn't know while
tucked away
in mother's wing -
but you can sing!
And that was spring...
In summer green,
you could not perch
on any branch -
a groundling's plight
to scurry fast,
could pick and peck,
could not keep up
without a fight.
Could not compete
with brother birds
in startled flock -
no mother's breast
to hide within -
no brother friend
to soar and spin...
Not wanted by a mate or kin -
feathers soft in fledgeling year.
Brown as the grass
on meado
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For Just One DayLast night, I heardFor Just One Day7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the locust's call
for just one evening -
that was all.
Soft summer breeze -
and no surprise
that morning
brought me
butterflies.
Through frosty autumn
Nature's hand
turned harsh New England
into strand.
Breathe deep and long!
Discard your pain.
Tomorrow sings
a Fall refrain.
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T.W. in AutumnI once sawT.W. in Autumn8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
this drab world
unfold briefly
from the bottom
of a bottle -
not cheap, so cheap
like bright-eyed boys
who lose their lustre
past twenty -
the good stuff,
smooth and dark
and heady to the brain.
I sigh and leave them
to grow old like me.
Shame on a god
who snatches away
such beauty
from my sight!
I look at nature.
In Fall, I fall
for the cool air
of New England,
strolling like
a gentleman
along tree-lined lanes
which inevitably
lead me too far...
It is autumn,
the season of putrification-
orange and red
then black on the earth.
I can not see
the bough grow heavy
with rain and seed.
I can not hear
Last of Autumn5 months ago in Gardens, Parks & Cemeteries
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In bitter nightIn bitter nightIn bitter night3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the trail
as tangled
as a human heart
and ugly-
a painting once
hung against
a blue black sky,
crookedly
compelling...
The smell
of thawing Moos
encouraged
by spring spirits -
wait! an animal
passed here -
not a man
for years
through the
gentle wind
and the
stinging tears...
A hero lies
buried
in that sinking
stinking swamp
of a century -
maybe more
has passed
at last...
Forgotten
man and
familes
who never
walk and
talk of
barricades
and battle
next to
dead men's hearts
rest here...
The bleary stars
twinkle
on and off
in rhythm
to my footfall -
look up, look down...
this is a town
of the dead
yet
spirits
hang
fast to
dre
The Devil in WinterThe devil in winterThe Devil in Winter5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
goes riding
over the gentle,
soft, virgin snow -
cloven footprints
burning along
on the trail
and a shiny, black
nightmare stallion -
pawing, snorting,
pushing forward
without hesitence.
They are one
on this ride -
driven, inoportune...
Look out!
the window
and see them there
side by side
in their beauty
for evil has
it's ways
and it's beauty...
in the cold, in the snow
to call you
from your comfortable life,
wake you up
from sleep
and with it's wiles
make you forget
why the fiery one
has arrived.
Stay away!
or come in -
I can already
hear the knock
at the door...
all the same,
all the
Poem of SpringChildren ofPoem of Spring1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
the Springtime,
witnesses to the
blues and greens
of new life
forming -
fresh breezes
which whisper
that all glory
be to creation
again
if when
and only
for a little
while...
The young ones
do not understand
nature
for it
goes on
without
understanding
but great
importance
to the silly
squirrels
who court
and cuddle
on every branch
and the struggle
of the crocus,
pushing up
through the
remaining snow...
The earth
is warm
as a womb
and all seems
right
and quiet
as life teems
around us...
Fortunate, foolish
humans -
Breathe in,
breathe out
without a
doubt
and walk
the walk
of lovers
in the byways...
Spring weaves
its spell
around u
Peck's MillWhere once,Peck's Mill11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wandered as a child -
where greens are greens
and blues are wild,
the rocks look over
moss and reed
which spread
their brown prolific seed
on waters where
the bull frogs croak
and tangled plants
will catch
and choke.
In deep reflection-
summer days,
in morning dew
and autumn haze,
I walk here still
in mist and rain
and know that
I'll return again.
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Silent TearsSilent tearsSilent Tears4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the most
inexplicable
things
in all of this
world.
A river flows
from my spirit
as still and deep
as underground
waters
in streams
of blood
of love
and desire -
all fine things -
never to surface -
stay buried
beneath...
Here,
when a soul
weeps,
that sound
only heard
in heaven
and hell
so near
the center
and gone in
a heartbeat,
silently.
My heart
weeps
silently
into my soul
for no one
must know
the pain...
Wild Asters4 months ago in Flowers, Trees & Plants
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