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Premium Member For the Boy With the Furrowed Brow

Expectation
Is a wasted exercise.
Attempting to surmise
The content of a situation
Leads to misconceptions:
A woman cries,
A source of pride,
The setting of the sun;
Exchange it for another one
And stand aside.
Don't squander time
With speculations.






Copyright © 1994-2018 by Benjamin Toney.  All rights reserved.

Ice On My Brow

ice on my brow--
making Angels in the snow
with my best friend

The Fever Came and the Good Lord Mopped His Brow

The fever came and the good lord mopped his brow.

The sterile little needle punches a nice round bloody hole
I had to see the doctor because the sweat had grown so cold
I’ve got a ten pound prescription worth a bag of brown and gold
Now I have seen Christ Jesus dying to save our corrupted soul
I saw him when I took those tablets and the white light warmed me whole
I woke up in a hospital they said “you have got to see the doctor because you’ve 
got problems these drugs will cure I’m told”
So I sat in a hospital till they thought I was ready then I went into a hostel were 
the kids had drugs of many fold
The sterile little needle punches a nice round bloody hole and I guess that’s just 
like Jesus trying in a world that’s evil and we’re all made from the very same 
mould


Premium Member Furrowed Brow

'Pon my brow furrowed lines of great care 
Out on the porch in torment went
Pain and agony of soul
Refreshed now with morn's cold
Peace, tranquility
Flows 'or me for
Creation's 
Blessings
See

Premium Member Surprisingly High-Brow

If we set our minds to it, there's nothing we can't achieve
But our image is lowered when we blow our nose on our sleeve
Kinda destroys our stature
As a knowledge dispatcher
More like someone with a grade two diploma would you believe?

Premium Member Furled Brow

his furled brow
snowfall not letting up
shovel on standby




Posted on February 24, 2019


Perchance a Sweaty Brow Should Brush..

Perchance a sweaty brow should brush your skin
a crumpled linted jacket strong of aroma within.
You....a fresh flower..... your fragrance wafting freely..
Swarthed in your mothers steady gaze lest you roam.
Her soothing voice with gentle hand on your cheek
Barriers once formed now lay lax as the moon waxes
Nay, strong aroma  of exotic food nauseates the palate
Vitamins absorbed in pellets replace  masses of fibre
Soaking in a warm bubble bath of fragrant radox froth..
Gentle strains of Creedence Clearwater piping forth
sends one a slumber "hey!" "Wake up! Dont go under!"
The cycle of the day, the night and repeats back to the 
circle, day again into night, a moon, a quarter, a season.
Nay a year had passed like this without much excitement...
Disshevelled hair combed with the hope of tommorow.
Lets celebrate the future, the stars neath the cloudy sky
A northeasterly wind blows  in echos of fond memories.

The Healed Scar Over the Brow

His eyes are
 dimmed by awe
 for all the time
 wrapped in fantasy,
 for all those years
 not knowing what
 a human being looks like,
 and all those times
 he didn't get he was in love,
 for all those errors
 that make him cry at night.

Premium Member Old Man

Old Man

his weatherbeaten face, lined
with the hills and valleys of age
watery blue eyes set against a
backdrop of bloodshot white
his cheeks reddened from
sun and alcohol, his aquiline
nose has lost its nobility
his once full lips now just
scowling lines covering remnants
of jagged teeth
his stubble covered chin now
a dirty gray bristle
life has not been kind to him

Premium Member It didn't matter that you cried blood, like dew on the brow of a forgotten world

It didn't matter that you cried blood, like dew on the brow of a forgotten world,
it didn't matter that you cried tears, like hidden springs in the mountain,
it didn't matter that you loved too much, like a sun illuminating the earth,
it didn't matter that you loved with all your heart, like a tree stretching its branches,
it didn't matter that you still lived, walking the paths of time with shadowy steps,
it didn't matter that you lived despite fear, like a butterfly defying the storm,
it didn't matter, the clock kept ticking, like a craftsman following his work,
the wheel kept turning, like a fate carving a path through eternity,
you'd never know how close the end is, like a flicker of light,
inside me, time flows like a river carrying the stories of those who were,
each moment dissolves like a caress lost in a dream,
and in the sea of thoughts and sensations, I dive into memories like into a cathedral,
it doesn't matter that your cry is lost, like a verse wandering in the wind,
that your step leaves traces only on the sands of dreams, like the hieroglyphs of the soul,
that your heart beats like a forgotten clock in an empty and cold room,
your hopes are like butterflies caught in the unseen webs of time,
the clock keeps ticking, the wheel keeps rolling on,
I wish I could stop time, freeze the moment in a crystal hourglass,
capture emotions like glass flowers shining in the dark,
but time is a river that knows no mercy in its eternal flow,
in the depths of its flowing waters, an unattainable truth is hidden,
but I feel it like a shadow that never leaves me,
it didn't matter how much you loved, how deeply you felt in your soul,
for in this world of dreams and silences, the clock ticks, the wheel turns,
and you, a traveler among moments, will not know how close the end is,
but you will feel life slipping through your fingers, like sand through the hourglass of eternity.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Surprisingly Low-Brow

If we set our minds to it, there's nothing we can't achieve
But our image is lowered when we blow our nose on our sleeve
Kinda destroys our stature
As a knowledge dispatcher
More like someone with a grade two diploma would you believe?

Premium Member Clinging To My Brow


Veiled by clever branches, limbs
silken strands, protecting me
from the eyes who’re like pseudonyms
beckoning with iris’ clever and wild

secreted beneath gossamers, flowing
in whispers of hope for the morn
risking each breathless moment, unknowing
what to expect with the journey’s quest

shrouded by the strands, elusive
like the moment when I knew true pain
beyond the shadows, so abusive
feeling the fears who reach my soul

concealed from a world who hurries
never allowing my heart to heal
these wisps of melancholic flurries
remember locks who write the songs

unseen by those who might discourage me
each curl, each tress, each quiet tuft
silences the fears who seem to guarantee
expressing myself means letting go 

hidden by the mane who drifts, curving
sinuous and graceful, a layer of shelter
always protecting and preserving
so I have refuge, a haven, a secure home

unseen, my eyes hide beneath the maze
a mane of defense, shielding me from foes
those who might not understand my gaze
only see the pain and never what I gain

Kiss Your Brow

As I kiss you upon the brown
Stare into my glowing eyes now
I will tell you of many nights
While I ponder your many fights

Pointless they may be
But it led you to knowing me
As I embrace you with another kiss
Thoughts of us wonder amiss

Deeper into your eyes I confide
And behind your walls I run and hide
I will hold you tight and dear
Look into my eyes do not fear

A new experience awakens for us
Just go with it and do not ponder
Because thoughts of us will never wander

I wonder where life will take us now
For you I will always endow
For new life is within us now
Ever since I kissed your brow

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Copyright 2009
All rights reserved

-Matthan C. Atherton

An Impossibility

Why do you still chat 
With that Common Rats?
As blind as A Bat;
A Gathering Fat?


Yes, I’m dead upset
And for Bad Fight set.
Would for A Gossip
Who lets his lips slip
Where had Poor Chloe stashed
The money she cashed
That could widen eyes
And trigger Wish Cries…

I know A Callow:
At theft who’s shallow;
The idea A Brow
Would never allow.

Before the brow grows cold

lazy bones, bound in poverty’s grip
in a garden, where hesitation weeds grow~
filled with s t r a n g l e d  d e l i c a c i e s…
      a recipe of wisdom, never tasted
   couched like a fly in an endless stupor…
abandoned in a ship, lost in the doldrums~
in a dark tunnel, where
        echoes slowly f a d i n g
     doomed to sail a sinking ship with no lifeboat

yet your arms can still push a boulder uphill~
   so put your shoulder to the wheel...
     never stop, reach the mountain's peak
sharpen the saw, dig for gold, tame white horses~
       while sweat streams down your brow

for once you're interred in a grave
       with nothing to illuminate the darkness 
 mountain of your strength will only enrich the grains of sand...
   and fork in the road will give you no direction to choose 
    you'll just be lost in the maze...
       like a deer in a headlight
 as confused as a dog watching a magic trick

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