He schleps constantly at noon
Through declivities and straight roads,
Bearing messages sealed by the hands
That laid them bare in the first place.
Sweat caresses his face, forming one mass of
Earnestness in every breath of delivery.
“Hello,” he says, “your mail. Your package.”
My palm breathes harder, having neared his.
I sign the delivery paper and reach out for the
Package.
He is fussy with time and gets rewarded when
The Christmas bells chime slowly
From wintry belfries posting blandishments of
Yuletide.
Merry Christmas!
A bright coin rolls into his palms and greases them.
He welcomes titbits of news within crimson cards.
His lungs inhale airs of chaperoned champagnes
Amid the voice of canticles, soft and secret.
Categories:
belfries, christmas, community, december,
Form: Free verse
Daylight drags its feet,
its slippers are grey and pad silently.
Long after dawn
night keeps rolling over in its grave
refusing to die or give way.
Bats flutter listlessly in twilit belfries
somewhere upon a moonlit pond
a trout is crossing over a fishy Rubicon.
It is belly-up, a mottled death gleams
upward where only yesterday it leapt.
The dawn is going nowhere.
In dew-wet theme parks
unicorns shake their soggy manes.
The cat dreams on and will not
visit the litterbox for hours yet.
I am bogged down inside a poem
seeking not, rhyme nor reason,
but a little wiggle room, a plausible excuse
why this tardy day has marooned me
just nowhere,
with nothing more to say.
Categories:
belfries, poetry,
Form: Free verse
In the bivouac field of life's main
All things are uncertain
From the wide spread of the elms
'Til the motion of the films.
A life's solemn swear
Is not to let the tear
Drop in vainless mortality
Nor fall on cup of insanity.
In the belfries of life
Clangs of pains and joys unite
Through out the coldness of the night
By the reflections of the eyes.
A chaotic world in vain full realms
Announcing its awful psalms
In myriad times it broke
Divinity of peace if took.
Time is fleeting
Things are changing
As the days that closeth at nights
So the harmony within its heights..
Categories:
belfries, peace,
Form: Rhyme
Are your eyes the green of a shamrock's leaf,
or your nose the tide that comes and runs?
Is your skin the plains of pearls and perplexities,
your hair the curtain to a rainforest peace?
Could be your ears the caverns where rarities dwell,
and your shoulders belfries that will never ring?
May your chest be a wound that never swells,
and your heart be the silence that learns how to sing
Is your hand a ten-minute first-light,
your fingers the fleeting moment that stays?
Might your arms ensphere the the broken, the evil, the cold,
bring what ends, for sure, to the prelude, alright?
Your legs and feet, perhaps, lucid dreams and strange fools,
with bizarres and bazaars, eccentricities galore,
Playing with colors, creatures, the cosmos, the rules,
that no matter duration, leave invocation for more?
Your mind calculates, creates, contemplates, is there,
But without You, none of these could ever, ever be.
For without the green of a shamrock's leaf,
the vastest of woodlands would seem nothing but bare.
Categories:
belfries, beauty, caregiving, love, nature,
Form: Ode
Truth, tis as a lighthouses emitting or a belfries resounding ~
Penetrating the night and bestirring elixirics Soulful solutions....
A sweetened aroma arising from this reservoir to replenish ones heart
Beyound the scorching deserts through a worlds depleting of their spirits
Oceanic dunes; sailing amid medieval storms in manifestations ever rising
Destructive dry kindling winds, singed and sitting aflame atop the mast!?
Life and love in these their hopes and dreams caught within a swell, to be carried
Unto the edge of fervents spindrift earth; this journey through times
Sea of painfuls enlightenment to arrive at its end and, still holding fast....
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....“Divinities, `Anchor of Truth`” ~
Categories:
belfries, hope, life, love,
Form: I do not know?
A misconception is the tale
That we should dread October's spell
It's time to wear your scary faces
For cloudy nights, and creepy spaces!
Mummies stretch by light of day
Ghouls in shadows want to play
Ghosts, behind the pillars, peek
They practice wailing, tune their shrieks
Spiders weave around the room
A wart-nosed witch will mend her broom
The cauldron cleaned with spit and shine
Prepared to hold a drink of slime
With tasty toads and wormy molds
It boils steamy brew that's bold
Graveyards readied, dark with gloom
Bats in belfries wait for doom
No need to dread the harvest moon
All Hallow's Eve is coming soon
They've all worked hard to be prepared
Join the party, IF YOU DARE!!
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For Linda Marie's Contest: Creatures of the Night
By Carrie Richards
Categories:
belfries, funny, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
A misconception is the tale
That we should dread October's spell
Weird things happen, but do not fear
It only comes but once a year
Cornstalks, lanterns, pumpkin faces
Cloudy nights, and creepy spaces
Mummies hide by light of day
Ghouls in shadows want to play
Ghosts appear to take a peek
Cats put on their black coat sleek
Spider's weave around the room
A wart-nosed witch has brand new broom
Her sideways glance at mirror cracked
Still sneers her ugly image back
The cauldron cleaned with spit and shine
Prepared to hold a drink of slime
With tasty toads and wormy molds
It boils steamy brew that's bold
Graveyards readied, dark with gloom
Bats in belfries wait for doom
No need to dread the harvest moon
All Hallow's Eve is coming soon
They've all worked hard to be prepared
Join the party, IF YOU DARE!!
Categories:
belfries, fantasy, holiday, seasons
Form: Couplet