What if I told you about the stories in my head?
The ones where my ideas dance on the very top of the clouds
Where the shrouds of mist and the roses are instead.
Of the world that asphixiates me, but, am forced to endow?
I take solace in a dream where the thorns do not tear,
And a promise that I am streaming from in to insane
Am I dreaming of unveiling the mask I continue to wear?
Or is it the feeling of wanting to let go of my disdain?
Or the healing of my longing and it’s sorrow, conte acrimmonieux?
And as I weep for the worlds in which we’ve never met
I’ll leap for the author that is me, deem me romeo For when I seek an apologue of my story, my Juliet
I’ll gaze upon the cheek of creation when you find
The glory that I bathe in when I captivate your mind.
Categories:
apologue, 9th grade, places, youth,
Form: Sonnet
A Troth of Clouds
David J Walker
That’s the thing about a drought
Clinging to any hint that things are about
to change
That clouds will rearrange their
Formations of the fanciful
floating menagerie of imagination
into an apologue of Storm Clouds
or long soaking gentle rains
(I try but fail to remember the smell
Of moisture mixed with earthy dirt
The textures of the mix of mud
That somehow mixed and created
flesh and blood
on Earth as it is in heaven)
That’s the think about a troth of clouds
Ever changing their minds
Categories:
apologue, allegory,
Form: Free verse
PROLOGUE
The Flame, aflicker, licks and flays,
illuming evening’s negligees
With braided curls she swirls and sways,
and flits and floats in light ballets
APOLOGUE
A Flame, to conquer creeping fog,
flew dancing towards a random log
Her flight perplexed a leery frog
beside a silent somber bog
The Flame, a ripple, all alone
alit on leaves where birds had flown
The aching twigs began to moan
A rising breeze began to groan
The Flame arrayed an ancient oak
with torrid tongues and veils of smoke
A beaver bailed, the dam had broke
The leery frog soon ceased to croak
The Flame uncoiled and lashed midair,
consuming crowns with utmost care
A crazed coyote fled her lair,
left in the lurch bewildered bear
The Flame, unfurled, went wild and grew,
enkindled cats and caribou
Remaining... not a residue,
as reeking vapors bade adieu
The Flame revealed her strength unshackled
Flora, fauna crisped and crackled
Fire Witches clucked and cackled
One more forest stripped, then hackled
EPILOGUE
The arsonists were well aware
the Flame would travel everywhere
The weirs are gone, the land is bare,
and soon you’ll find a city there
Categories:
apologue, life, light,
Form: Rhyme
Cutting Cheese
There once was a bureaucrat
Whose body made sounds where he sat
It would be underhanded
Were he reprimanded
Without a complete list of stats
So his supervisor kept up a log
Of each time he let out a fog
It’s not really my fault
He said I can’t halt
I’ve a medical skewed apologue
But with 60 blasts all written down
In 17 days, the guy found
The charges would stick
He must do something quick
To end his rear end making sound
The Social Security Administration
Has certainly added to my consternation
They recorded each stink
Which just makes me think
They have set the low bar for this nation
So I beg you please
If you must cut the cheese
Don’t cut the cheese while at work
For the unions have rules
Gave your bosses the tools
To publically call out your quirk
Another true story I learned about on the web
Categories:
apologue, social, stress, work,
Form: Rhyme
For the moment, I’m fine on my own
Searching for the right one for me
But I don’t want to die all alone
That’s the moral of the whole story
I’d give anything to meet my soul mate
I wonder what she’s doing now.
Will she appear before it’s too late?
Or have I passed her by somehow?
I’m so in love with this fairy tale
This gamble with no guarantee
A waiting game with my heart for sale
The chance might never come for me
I pray you put these thoughts to sleep
And put me out of my misery
But only if we connect real deep
Can you partake in this blinded dream
I’ll share with you the best of my days
Conquering trials with smiles
The plan’s flaw is the error of my ways
Going through life in denial
If I should cause the soul’s demise
I extend my sincerest apologue
For if I should fall short in the wake of your eyes
I’ll end a love that wasn’t to be
Though lonely stats and divorce rates
Say sole mates are in huge demand
It’s interesting how we tempt fate
And risk the hearts that love commands
The ones we hurt land on their feet
Stronger, they don’t just curl up and die
They vow to never admit defeat
These people are in short supply
Categories:
apologue, angst, life, love, people,
Form: Verse