At sunset, orange frescos on the west wall
Sink gradually into the bowels of hills flung
By distant wavelengths of a backward illusion,
Which yells silently at concupiscent terns,
Yodelling and returning from carnivals of the
Wild. From the faint glow, a rainbow stretches
For a cuddle, musing over a curious world,
Ditched by diaphanous tarradiddles of the odd.
Shadows on ground level travel on painted
Tars, recreating their bosoms on surfaces
Raven-black and soot-framed.
Seagulls welcome waves in one cracked voice,
Honking the horns of billed staccato.
Among able-bodied patterns of bituminous tracks,
Rivers, ponds, pools seek their faces on sun-flushed
Mirrors, which laugh at their fatuous inclinations
Mired by the sputum of drained rains.
Categories:
bituminous, love, romance, romantic love,
Form: Free verse
Hush o'er azure stone ridge,
hypnotic wax moon dash,
wispy crescent rustle from,
a piebald furry deer,
nocturnal stealth enshrouded,
silver tint antler scoops,
limp orange leaf detritus,
canopy of maroon ink,
black mist dewdrops spill,
corral Northern Bobwhite quest,
shuddersome elk teeters on,
bituminous coal summit,
cast a pearl oyster glance,
into an uncanny precipice,
enigmatic phenocryst ravines,
spellbound immersive trickle,
species of the dome shape,
muted in clandestine trot,
oe’r mushroom quandary in crossing,
to slink away the eerie stillness
Categories:
bituminous, art, beautiful, beauty, care,
Form: Free verse
They perch quietly
in the coaches looking at us through shattered windows,
bituminous eyes starkly stare from window seats.
It is strange thing to see, but the crows know something.
Some passengers hang in the stillness shocked by the
lack of time,
some arrange mangled bodies like cut-flowers
upon an oozing canvas.
The crows peck at the cracked windows,
the sky wants to come inside,
and it does
painting dazed faces onto trammeled forms.
The brief blessings of last moments come and go,
then the dead wave cheerily as the train moves on
across a still falling sky.
Categories:
bituminous, poetry,
Form: Free verse
We are crumbling,
black coal powder cracked beings
tossed upon the stove burning umber red
slated flames rising to yield heat,
an odor bituminous powdery residue
searing the nostrils with ticks and hisses
smoldering glows of white on fading black,
smokey nostalgia that threatens dreams
dark and dank discolorations of blackened powder
as it turns
everything and everyone to dust
unrecognized.
Categories:
bituminous, allegory, analogy,
Form: Free verse
When I goggle at the screen
Of wild black yonder,
O Stars! I feel a blazing avidity
In my vital limbs
Elan eyes of the angels,
Invested in with thousand finesses,
Show your cloudless sparkle to
the ignorant world
The magnetic star adjacent the Moon
to guide the sailor way out,
My heart responds to
thy flickering with life,
You ignites my bituminous soul,
With an immortal spark
Categories:
bituminous, 12th grade, allegory, beauty,
Form: Free verse
I was once a full-on novice surfing the waves,
Seas were rough and choppy here and there.
I could not bear the challenges I was going to face,
But you were by my side guiding me when and where.
The ocean was as sunless as bituminous coal,
Nature swore to prevent me from reaching my goal.
Bleary eyed from watching out all night up on deck,
Fighting against the tide of future, perplexed.
My compass, you were more than a circle of arrows,
You not only helped me sail through dark storms,
You were there when I needed you most,
Crossing the many irregular turns.
I am much obliged for all the guidance through the years.
My compass, my dear friend, farewell to you.
Categories:
bituminous, childhood, dedication, education, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
Straight, blacs, deep set againstk hair, knotted in the back,
Obsidian eyes, nothing to lack;
Long braided legs, muscles intertwined,
Impressive to see, her muscles combined;
Bituminous eyes, deep set against her face,
Her beauty, so poweful, difficult to keep pace;
Her far eaot she is notst features, subtle to see,
Countenance unequaled, no one prettier than she;
Shedoes not pretend to be what she is not,
Especially with her heart, her blood curdling hot.
6-28-13
Categories:
bituminous, beauty,
Form: Couplet
i never saw the doornail die
never caught sight of a fox that sly
i didn't cure a dog so sick
didn't steal a glance of thieves so thick
i can't walk tight a rail that thin
can't see some sight as ugly as sin
i didn't ever take any punch so pleased
or been flashed by lightening that slippery greased
i can't light bituminous coal so black
or pointedly aim as sharp as a tack
didn't touch a witch's tit so cold
- i'd feel it's not as good as gold
i can't squish in any mud so clear
or finger a lobe cute as a bug's ear
folks shout i'm as deaf as a post
in fact i'm even worser, than most
i can't hear a fiddle so fit
in fact i don't give a - damn
a simile is as cool as winter's rain
so i utter them like, again, and again
true, i'm as buzzed as a bee so busy
but i don't think a bee's like a simile, is he?
© Goode Guy 2013-03-06
Categories:
bituminous, humorous, introspection, on writing
Form: Couplet