No where near a force of nature.
Challenging the things that are not for sure.
Building what we can survive.
A small measurement when we strive.
Lessons when it comes to strength.
Multiplying the time found in length.
Stop and learn the sound of weakness.
Hard to find when one is restless.
Improving in a mental task.
The answers are found when we ask.
Stamina is needed between me and you.
To perform bravely in all we do.
Losing the ability to rump for long.
You're out of shape comes in way too wrong.
The idea is to learn when ideas seem to fail.
The wrong action is to bail.
Thinking, thinking what could it be.
Will not solve the problem between you and me.
Practice is the best energy.
Memorize it and stamina will come naturally.
We hold hands walking under the bright beam of God’s Moon Light,
And stop and kiss so intently in the soft cradle of the dark Moon Night.
The passion and rapture together we feel so on this cold black night,
Is reflected and majestically warmed by the touch of the Moon Light.
I look lovingly into your eyes on this quite special dark Moon Night,
Marveling at the love so reflected in your eyes by the Moon Light.
This is an enchanted sight to behold by All who love the Moon Light,
Reflecting the beauty and meaning while savoring all the Moon Night.
A deep Cosmic Blackness pervades the canvas of this great Moon Night,
While God’s grace and love pleasure us with a most bright Moon Light.
Almighty God in Heaven gently modulates the tone of this Moon Light,
Bringing constant wonder and glory to All on this most dark Moon Night.
My love and I now understand the mystical meaning of this Moon Light,
As we ponder and hold so special God’s emotion felt on this Moon Night.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(October 19, 2014) (Rhyme Couplet poetic format)
And there stood still, was I along with persistence
Staring at this book, longing it to be in my existence
Browsing beneath books decorative cover
Eager to read each page carefully before lips stutter
Is the inside parallel to that of the outside?
Stereotyping cease as one takes a peek on the inside
Aroused by the few first pages
Wanting more, but the book is neither for rent nor any other wages
So then, I'll bookmark where I left off beginning again on tomorrow.
Pace, G INK-U-SCRIPT
Synopsis: The events in this poem never actually happened. I wrote this in a metaphor to
express what was going on at the time.
The stage lights up,
The curtains rise.
I raise my head,
And look in your eyes.
Sounds come through,
The music plays.
This song's for you,
You're in a daze.
The crowd is vast,
The fans are crazed.
You're leaving fast,
You looked amazed...
I keep on singing,
I don't understand.
Your ears are ringing,
I look at the band.
They're still playing,
I walk off stage,
Drop the mic,
I'm running for you,
And you look back,
You keep walking,
It feels like a smack.
I know you don't like it,
When i leave,
Pick up the mic,
And make you grieve.
There isn't much time,
At all anymore,
To see you be mine.
The music took o'er.
You couldn't take it,
Thats why you left.
I know I missed.
I know you planned,
And I ignored.
Now I'm banned,
From entering your door.
I finally catch up,
Tell you I'm sorry.
You give me a hug,
That night so starry.
I left the band,
We both kissed again.
I hope you understand,
I loved you more then.
Day in, and day out, from the ripe old age of five
I’ve take to sharp objects and whittled at their sides.
Plotting the precise angle with penetrating gaze,
the slant of slice, just so nice, as memory replays.
With curt tongue and tireless ire, I shred the sages
Burroughs, and Asimov, the Shakespeare past ages.
Butchering with rare delight, the language on the page
lancing every metaphor and simile upstaged.
and so I've arrived her in rhythm and in rhyme
killing the English language as other people dine.
*Nibbs are the pointed ends of fountain pens
as well as being an important or self-important person
Light and dark
In the middle of the park
Where the shadows dance
With every glance.
The breeze goes by
With just a sigh
By trembling leaves
A spider weaves
To a silent beat
A web of deceit
Set in light and dark
In the middle of the park.
Always pulling rabbits
From the bottom of my hat,
Always looking forwards,
Never looking back.
Like to keep you laughing,
Laughing through the night,
Keeps our broken hearts at bay,
Hidden from the light.
more of my poems at: http://labyrinthoflies.com
Life is like a hurricane.
Life, is like a heavy rain.
A lake of pain like lake Baikal.
Tears, flow like a waterfall.
People are like granite stone;
in the end your'e left alone.
But what of the good things?
Like the sound of when a church bell rings?
Or the miraculous, beautiful way
one helps another through troublesome day?
Tragedies of life aren't fun,
but in the end we learn a ton.
Though pain we do remember,
the flame eventually turns to ember.
You see, the thing about walking through earth each day,
is The King turns the curse to a healthy pathway.
I wrote a little poem that went toot toot toot.
With every second line do-op do-op.
It started with a scale that went doe ray me.
and had a tiny chorus of tick tick tock.
I added tiny rests that went sigh sigh sigh.
I balanced them with sounds that went ring ring ring.
Now half the words were higher and half were low.
Until they reached the end and went ping ping ping.
I gave it to a man who played with instruments.
Who said he was the best and the king king king.
He wasn't very good when he started to play.
Until he opened up his mouth to sing sing sing.
And that is how I invented the song song song.
I hope I haven't bored and strung you along long long.
The undulating waters caress the bank seamlessly
Lapping little wavelets, just to tease and to tempt me
‘Dip in you’ll be alright’ they softly sing my name
But one dip I could be lost, I know the name of this game.
Come now, slide into me, come feel the real delight
The river ripples on, the water cool, the moon so bright.
Just break the surface quickly; you know you really want to
Let your body be caressed, you are with the one that wants you.
Let the river flow, where it meets the raging sea
Let the river flow, the way that you want me.
The cooling waters, sooth the beast of savage brow
Flowing and caressing as only it knows how.
From cooling waters to raging torrent, let it flow where it might
Just let the river flow, while you hold me close and tight.
© 07/06/2013 ~GG~
My eyes recoil from the light--
Too long sheltered by the night.
The darkness, although cold may be,
Permits the timid eye to see.
And I have seen a billion stars--
The Milky Way, the Moon and Mars.
What can I see when it is day?
One shining star, too far away.
While love, that favored mystery,
She lurks in darkness, cautiously.
And though I crave the warmth of day;
The gentle rinse of beam and ray,
I find myself consumed by night...
Still sheltered from the sun, and light.
Into the Sunset Contest
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
A summer rain arrived, unwelcome, cold and unannounced,
Spattering softly then louder, as if a hidden tiger had pounced.
I stared out of the window pane as the world turned silver-black,
With distorted reflections of lights from the thunder flash and crack.
A face stares back from the window, captured in each rain bead,
Like a fragmented, displaced reflection of a soul clinging to a need.
They wriggle down the window pane, as if searching for a course,
Like a hidden memory surfacing, loosening a mighty natural force.
Each bead a broken part of me or perhaps a fragment of my soul,
As it clings to the window pane, fighting and crashing as they roll.
Some they merge together as lover warriors against the world,
But they tumble fall to nothing as more raindrops are unfurled.
They softly flow away together, their identities lost from view,
Leaving the world so refreshed, fragrant as early morning dew
An order and a reason, portrayed so assured and so intense,
Rests behind its demeanour, its nature, is not an offence.
What of the different parts of me that are lost upon the pane?
They are washed away to nothingness and purified by the rain!
And now I've lost my papers,
My passport and my wife,
The very essence of
My identity and life.
My bank account is empty,
My cloths and garments sold,
My skin and bones are ashes,
Spread thin on the open road.
My old car's broken down,
No wheels to touch the floor,
The motor been dismantled,
Stripped clean down to the core.
The bailiffs and the policemen,
Have emptied my abode,
The promises I made you,
Have been auctioned out and sold.
The love I hold within me,
Is all that I now have left,
The rest is bleak illusion,
The bind man and the deaf.
The imaginary people ,
I thought were my friends,
Have left the scene forever,
As the road of life does bend.
And now I stand alone,
Upon this lonely hill,
I gaze upon the meanings,
The years have silently killed.
In the roaring storms of thunder,
In the lightning in the night,
In the whispering of the children,
In the white doves lonely flight.
In the dust of many ages,
That has settled on my soul,
In the ashes of my humanity,
That has filled my begging bowl.
The ancient breeze is blowing,
Calling me to my knees,
To behold the light within me,
In the prison of the keys.
more at http://labyrinthoflies.com
she went by the name of Crystal
faded but straight as a pistol
face showing the tick of the clock
many times she circled the block
married twice but soon learned the rule:
‘don’t tie yourself down to no fool’
nose sniffing from snorting cocaine
her crazy blue eyes pierced the brain
so proudly she displayed her flaws
distaining prim-prude social laws
brutal truth often spit with a curse
busting big-shots with her horsehide purse
ex bartender, ex trucker, ex maid
eccentric and caustic. Unafraid...
smelling blood, she slashed like a shark
yet her smile could light up the dark
*Loosely based on a lady I am proud to call a friend
Submitted for: The contest sponsored by Mystic Rose
Staring in the mirror, my reflection staring back
There’s a murderer here shrewdly covering her tracks
Inch by inch, step by step, sneaking through the forest quietly as kept
Slowly trying to make her way to the end
Knowing the darkness is going to catch her for her sin
She starts to feel weary like she weighs two hundred pounds
It’s something glowing in her pocket pulling her down
Her arm reached and reached and reached bringing out a mysterious broken glass
Deja Vu is what this felt to her as if she had seen this once before
She looked deeply in the splintered mirror and was amazed at its shiny galore
The world started to turn going back in time
To set her where she committed the crime
So tangled as to what has happened on this day
Now, asking God to show her the way
She finds herself wondering into a dark gloom
She sees a light under a door leading to a room; opens the door and what does she find…
It is her in a mirror locked up and confined.
Staring in the mirror, her reflection staring back
She’s captive now and there’s no turning back.
Firm and hard in your hand;
swift movement like a fairy and her wand.
Gentle but bold as the tip rubs the surface,
each stroke is a new reason to be amazed.
An honor, a pleasure if you have it.
Many would crave for because it lit
up the sparks in your eyes and heart
to be able to use it for simple, pure art.
It's the birth place of ecstatic ideas.
Although the first step - many might fear
because it hurts, sometimes it bled
but after the opening it's pleasure's fed.
There are many ways to use
this fantastical item - a mind's muse:
either lay it down flat and nothing comes out
or move it upright and see the seedlings sprout.
Black on paper, white on the page.
It's the key to your imagination's cage;
it's everyone's true start to then land they planned;
it's this pencil, this pencil in my hand.
Did u just see……….
A flock of lies,
A murder of fleas,
To descend, on a farmland of truth.
brimmed up minds with ideas uncouth.
Did u just see……….
Lessons, learning, emotions & love
Did u just see……….
Amidst misty backdrops the sun shivers,
As the silent breeze in the cold quivers.
Between the dawn and sunlight,
Lies trapped a day of anticipated surprise.
Did u just see……….
As moments drop past……
The tangerine sunlight.
Did u just see……….
As farmyards of life bask in sunlight,
Mind chokes in dark ideas not so bright.
A flock of lies……….
Another crushing blow for the truth ...but it never dies….
I read the same poem for several days
I kept seeing it in different ways
Even though the words they never changed
Somehow my thoughts became rearranged
The first time reading, it made me smile
My thoughts were confused after a while
Second time I searched for new meaning
Like a farmer in a field gleaning
I was confused, by her metaphor
She used a gate instead of a door
The third day I thought I'd try again
Her words, were saturated in pain
On the fourth day things became intense
Why did it take, so long to make sense?
Words may seem simple at a first glance
With re-reading they can start to dance
Each mood I have, helps me to see more
Subtle differences in metaphor
Below the surface is a whole new world
Of magic and delight to be unfurled
Below the surface, is a wealth of treasure
Of exquisite beauty that’s without measure
Below the surface of my deep blue sea
Is the secret storehouse of fantasy
Below the surface is where you’ll find
The treasures of my heart and mind
Below the surface at depths extreme
Is where you’ll find that buried dream
Below the surface, is where I come alive
In my depths, I know, you desire to dive
Below the surface, is where I keep my soul
If you go deep enough, I’ll make you whole
Below the surface, is where magic lies
Start the descent there now through my eyes
Below the surface, I’m waiting for you
Come down, my love, swim in love so true
Below the surface, vibrant you will feel
That surreal world, for you I’ll make real
Below the surface, you will beg to stay…
In my ocean depth, passion drenched each day!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
His ass; a tale each women said.
Of one held high - he rendered it.
Like men of past to honour it.
A rogue like him - a dawn of wit.
They followed him a stern dead hem.
Each judged him; sire'd for him.
To each love they were fair and grim.
And some would say they're all a whim.
Some do bawk and claim him nay.
Most keep circles; waits and times.
Elite approach to spread their chimes.
While late provoke him for his crimes.
One man's wake that goes oblivious.
Her clueless cause for dancing.
Love together comes 'a prancing.
THE END; his soul will wait for lancing.
Avoiding me, I cannot quite seem to catch you,
You slithery fiend, in decision I choose to loathe you!
Fatigued as I am, I chase ever after,
Be gone my tired eyes and fade into the laughter,
Walking empty streets until the sun doth shine,
Until clouds beckon on a ribbon of yellow line,
The beauty that is doth captivate so,
An enemy, my timeless foe,
Never have we once been a friend,
But does it not depend?
I cannot survive without thee,
Until my dreams invade to set me free.
A cloud without a sun
So dim, it sets the heart to burn
Across the wild redemption is heard
Awakening the unknown to be bared.
All around the drums of revolution is heard
Flashes and grey smear the end.
The rhythm on a flat, tempo rising in every note
Like a drum on a strut crescendo climaxing as it wrote.
In the greens,
Some total obiesance, others undecided swaying and bowing.
For the crawlers,
Roosting was early, unceremonious, devoid of squacking and flapping.
As the rumbling and tumbling heated
The scurrying and scrambling ended.
Roofs thumping, pallets sated buckets filled
Puddles forming, earth elated streams tilled.
Into the Ocean I am headed, and quickly forth the tide pulls me;
From my pool I have been raised, and from it I shall be.
I struggle to keep calm, as the fear tries to grip me;
Though it’s not a fear of a darkened horror, but of uncertainty.
I know not whether to push my way forward, or to press my eyes to the sky,
All that I’m really trying to do is avoid that dreadful sigh.
from where do they grow under the See of unknown some weaved in the shell and bone linking slinking silent under the sound waves maybe in the great lakes of the cat it lay but this great lynx under the ocean spray in reflective eyes this bright eyes he is a king over all the children of pride.
It has the head and paws of a giant cat weakens the nations an abdominal bat but is covered in scales and has daggers but set with hook in lake of fire he staggers like spikes running along its back and tail no weapon formed shall harm do not bewail just a toy of the most high he rises but fails taken for legends but the truth entails when returning the true Lord of Sky's with hook tremble satan Jesus draws nigh
Her man was woven into love spell
By another woman, not of her smell.
Bewitchery, she will not tolerate
To the perfumery she’ll calculate.
Apothecary had the perfect answer
An exotic earthy whiff from vetiver!
Happy she was her man found her erotic -
But, alas, it was only episodic!
She spritzed the air with essence of rose petal -
Then a reminiscence of the betrayal!
Love and romance the attar generated
Very soon enough it evaporated.
Memorable scent of basil she wore next,
Pleasurable things her man not to forget,
In vain, it was she who cannot forget -
In her mind fresh the err her man had make,
Scent of her rival made her green with envy,
Scent of betrayal made her very angry,
Desperate but hopeful, she went to a lone edifice;
Temperate and humble, the scent of water brought her peace.
...lost in the deep dark dangerous fore forest of mental foresight
the pitch blindfold blocking my light of sight
and pattering feet feebly giving way for a stumble
my heavy body spatters mad, my face smudges, i crumble
i take a leap forward, a step that would be of faith
i realize i forgot to read between the slim pith...
there is much a few step in the worlds treaded miles
very few leaps of faith that that made light and smiles
still lost, very hard to find my way i try
midsts introspections and fear of re-occurrence of history,
going forwards paints backwards the presumed future
this time my own self is in destruction; my nature...
i build castles in that darkness of the night
i war, i make soldiers win battle, i too fight
in that darkness i lead a family that follows on
dreams that i cant tell when they were born
...and i follow my ambitious dream that might...
just maybe, might lead me to that search light
Sweet short round sadness in the mirror may grow;
He writes her name twice on the mind`s first snow;
It is the moment to find a joke and make her laugh;
If he holds his dreams and her hands ,that`s enough;
A smile of the kidness with each cup of tea, and soon
As brought by Fancy`s Fairy in the blond afternoon,
The taste of honey mealt in bitterness of broken glass;
The subtle drums in his ears violently might surpass
The horses`galoop at the purple banks of his veins ;
From the green empire, where eternal spring reigns
The romp`s steps of imagery in the Plato`s realm
Composing an ode of joy or a long lasting psalm:
Child dancing, playing with the joyous rain,
Like Narcissus at the sides of the fountain.
That parfume of violets :her hair and her eyes
Tactile, fragile china, cold glass solitude lies
In their unwritten novel: everybody may choose
The thrill of dancing among the Greek statues;
The rustling of the two doves following Love`s call
In the hand of Light,with overflown tumult in one soul.
The step towards his heart and quickly her stop;
Without the slightest hesitation, all muscles hope
Ready to caught a falling star still hoping
The crystalline tear prolonged dropping
Transformed in advancing recollections through:
Two masters of slaves and two slaves ,thus sum two.
Moon Maiden a-setting, enveloping Solaris;
Crater's a-sealing in the signing Polaris.
Aphrodite's Celeste from Alpha to Omega;
Zeus arriving in the beauty of Vega.
Flowing champagne, supernova musters;
Jupiters' becoming inside universal clusters.
Riding upon The Big Dipper's gravitation;
Luminous Milky way's guiding navigation.
Meteorite colliding into Saturn's rings;
A passionate showering, shooting comet brings.
Andromeda's ascendant, parachuting stars;
Crash-landing within the tastings of Mars.
Uranus azure entwine Neptune's sapphire heart;
Phobos and Deimos kiss on Earth's Lunas' part.
Mercury communing, Pluto platonic;
Catastrophic ecstasy gathering, atomic.
Interplanetary Venus imploding, explores;
Intergalactic Jove exploding, implores.
Dusking Asteroids' dawning on Auriga's course;
Surrenderings spent on the Trojan Horse.
© June 2nd 2013
I hear the hydrangea calling my name
Another hot day without any rain
The grasses are crying all turning brown
Waiting for summer rains to pour down
The sun is so bright, it is heating me up
Boiling the still waters in this little cup
The pavement has buckled, the heat is too much
No passions exploding, they're cool to your touch
Morning is burning, I must go and hide
I'll sit in the darkness and cool of inside
Lightning strikes our mighty old tree
Smoke bellows and all do flee
Having lost their only known nest
They crawl to the old house to rest
Climbing up my empty bedroom wall
Gravity pulls, but no it will not fall
Seeking out the crevice and the crack
Spinning it's web and forges an attack
Not there to do anything wrong
Starting fresh and moving along
Bringing fear at its mere sight
Hearing high pitched screams of fright
The spider just trying to make due
Splat!! Just killed by the old ladies shoe
Wayward pilgrims scattered and lost
Frightened beings, low on rations, slowed by frost
Searching for the holy land they wandered astray
Despite prayers for help, they can't but doubt that they'll see another day
They left with so much zeal and hope, so much faith
They felt passion and mirth, they were convinced the lord would keep them safe
They no longer know where they are and the path to travel
Their spirits are tested, their sanity slowly begins to unravel
Some are lost to the thought that God is everything, nothing else exists
Others give in to base survival instincts as it becomes harder to resist
Crisis of the faithful, the beautiful and the damned
It's the answer to challenge that truly reveals every woman and man
Indulgences Indulgence my clementine murder sublime your father sold you for a dime for some wine and a pair of shoes lost in the wine of the purgatories blues you cried for grace but drowned in the rivers vine your father’s embrace he sold you for a dime catechism number nine died once for all your silver recalls a story Judas’s blood money a filthy pilfer
This day as it was, not so many years ago,
When the heaven was ever in a stressful mode
Some of heaven's angels rerouted to trek earth to and fro
In search for the right parents they could ever unfold.
"Today is so special!" a seraph declared
"A darling amongst us is terrestrial-bound",
The heavenly legion giggled in cheer
Awakening the limbo with its boisterous sound.
Swift as a lightning their search made intense
Surging from sunbeam; through dust; and through rain;
Impatiently waiting for the news they brought in
The seraph would bark, Oh where have you been?
"In a tropical island, shaped like a sword,
We found a humble couple with a noble accord"
"Oh tell me quickly where exactly they be found?"
"Somewhere in the coastline of a northernmost town"
Heavenly tension was ever as the natal-hour was nigh
Euphoria subsided as it was now mixed with fear.
The world is deceitful – she may be tricked of some lies
Things that should not be, as free soul, she would dare.
The angels' notions overtime become true
A demon deceived her with his built and galore
Misery was waiting without her having a cue
Battered! She had to leave with her offspring of four.
And it came to pass that we both prayed in the dark
Tearful and shivering that the heaven should hark.
Heaven has its senses through ages ever sharp
From our own different places God heard what we asked.
That for two weeks in my lifetime, on my life's second score
She came in my daydream, that I promptly would adore
Bewitched me with the charm, bringing the same cheers
When she was born on the 26th day of the 10th month of that very blissful year
Soon it's time for me to wake up to the usual life I've known;
The dream I had is over but somehow not forlorn.
I missed the maiden truly; in her I found a home.
I cherish the dream and its memory when I am most alone.
Date & Time of Writing:
October 26, 2011
2:01am – 2:43am
The night of October 25 to October 26 was a very long night as sleep
was so illusive. There was an aching of my heart that was beyond my
comprehension. I needed to be tired that I resorted on utilizing my ever awake
senses to go beyond the conventional and think of something to write as
if things are happening to me in fact.
Peddled up the hill of life
Intent on coasting down
Discovered much to my chagrin
No place to turn around
Plagued ebony tongue of evil spores;
Invitro beings with polluted cores.
Soul's lab of hope in dreamer's test tube;
A puzzle solver's Rubik cube.
Spirit smashed in life's dress rehearsal;
Faith inside psychology's Reversal.
Wounding truth upon lips spoken;
within a heart, opaquely, broken.
Felt and touched through words' real life;
The hidden angst of heart in strife.
Emotions conflict in mind's sweet shop;
Laned childhood memoirs' spinning top.
Down yester's avenue are audible taunts;
The not so abandoned ruin, haunts.
Chemical bodies infect and deceive;
Equation's encouragement to bravely believe.
Fears overboard in blood stream's boat;
Sailed backbone ventures' antidote.
© March 2013
Calligraphic psyche in a delicately expressed avalanche;
Addressed to whom it may concern in a note, carte blanche.
Four walls house the sweet suicide, boxing floor to ceilings;
Heavy pen seeking solace, in the paper basket of crumpled feelings.
Woven casket of emotions, burning in the fire of memoirs' curse;
Heart bleeding in the small print, upon his white board's blank verse.
Black board yearns the chalk who defines her essence in his signature;
Spaghetti junction, crossed paths of hurts, haunting the bigger picture.
Four seasons ending upon forked roads in the crossed I's;
Smudged in the leaking paneled mirrors, seeping from the soul of lies.
Ball-point pen lamenting in dotted T's of tears, blurring beauty's vision;
Audible taunts blemish mind's canvased dreams, setting core a mission.
Indelible marker of permanent heart-break screaming out in the spirit, quilled;
Dim lights singeing angst in midnight oils, spilled.
Tarnished scenes play out the imprints onto an easel, noir;
Pastels imploding in the varnishings over garnished voices, mar.
Acrylics blending in with the fractured vessel, stagnant;
Shattered foundations exploding inside the rebuilding fragments.
Shadows and light kiss rainbows, once lost to the blame-grilled charcoaled essentia;
Silver lined Aura's serenity begins, now found in the pendulum pit of adventure.
© July 18th 2013
WORDS AND BARKS
People were given a gift called speech
Most of the time they have nothing to teach
Dogs on the other hand can roll their eyes
They say more with wags and cries
Often people's unending words don't matter
It might be better if people would bark and dogs chatter
I am a party animal, my heritage is mixed
quite content to lounge about when conditions remain fixed.
Suppose that’s the nobility which Krypton must provide,
maintaining stiff upper lip when I’m all buzzed inside.
Then too, I’m mostly nitrogen, which is very stable,
tamping volatility of oxygen: it’s able
to combine with hydrogen (that’s also in my make up).
Uncontrolled? Oh that would lead to an explosive break up.
Carbon Dioxide? Its percentage varies night and day:
vegetative respiration, or so the boffins say.
I wonder why I don’t glow multicoloured in a storm:
my neon, argon, radon being Vegas lighting norm.
If I had more Helium the humans would sound squeaky.
I imagine the attraction of that chap Enrique
Would suffer greatly from affliction. He’d become mundane,
and prove downright offensive if I gave him more methane.
I’ve also Nitrogen Oxide, not Nitrous NO2,
and a soupçon of ozone which had once protected you
from harmful rays from Out There much more than now is measured.
It seems that humans cannot see what really should be treasured.
I’m moved by friction of the Earth and pressure off the bat
while Coriolis effect pushes me this way and that:
north and south of the equator, the opposite I spin.
Any other speculations, my friends, are simply wind.
poets write with metaphors to protect their feelings
letting others read into it--pulling their own meaning
sometimes it hits close, no matter how vague we pen
obtuseness only goes so far when you see yourself in it
we write of unread books and things left out in the rain
of dances left unfinished and songs that we once sang
we write about opening windows and about closing doors
of dense, white fog and shadows, shrouds and birds that soar
we write of finding happiness, of thunder and skies of blue
of footprints in sand, the ocean tides and of the crescent moon
a metaphor does many things, it's left to interpretation
every singular moment, every singular situation
we pen these poems as lyrics or tag them spiritual
hoping others read them and pull from them what they will