(Number 5)
Smiles rise over the ridge.
Courts creek, a childhood dream.
Commonsense, not even a smidge.
Barefoot on boulders, eyes agleam.
Staggering sight of matchstick bridge.
Frequently left with no logic
when wet with amorous magick;
Dragonflies and rolling boulders,
cohesive thought left in embers;
A soft touch in heavy silence
leads to an act of defiance;
Locked up with metallic handcuffs
you won’t hear me utter rebuffs;
To follow the heartbeat in me?
They may say it’s a bit crazy;
Arrested ‘cause I won’t comply,
I’ll plead the fifth with no reply;
In love we’re outlaws of reason,
flames burn into acts of treason.
By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com/
It's hard to move the boulders;
it's hard to roll them manually; and
it's hard to push them away from each other.
I just stay in between them
and climb on the top of the massive one.
Old white liberal man,
going off on another white guilt rant.
Readily Bending over because of the wrinkled past.
but there's no magic iron to smooth a wounded land..
Always appeasing and promising forever freebies
is shallow and sneaky, void of heart and soul.
Quilting patches of color just to buy a few votes.
Like slapping burning barnacles to the hull of paper boats...
They'll scuttle long before they'll ever float.
Healing is not about owls hooting at dead moons,
or panthers snarling at the distant past.
Forgiveness is a long and painful journey
down a steep and rugged path.
White boulders and black shackles
is a two headed dragon, locking jaws.
Boring deep down an icy crag
with no chance to ever climb out and thaw-
Hate is crumbling pillar in a weak man's soul...
love is about joining hearts and moving on
before the whole chit house blows.
Stuck between a rock
And a few boulders
Who say’s life gets better
Or easier as we get older?
Life can be great
But it can also smolder.
You Can do it alone
Although it’s better with a shoulder.
Life can be good and rough.
That’s up to the beholder
Grains Of Sand, Pretending To Be Boulders
After winning, do try to be a real winner
your moment may make or break another.
Nobody lives in the glory their mind conjures
except those lost thinking in fantasy.
Starving people want more food to eat
not words and praise of your feats.
Think again, consider life is a mystery
the importance of you lives only a moment.
Cross another bridge and look at the water
did the long, sad look down hurt?
If not you are sailing a slow, doomed ship
truly a barge filled with massive waste.
No mortal man is an island of salvation
yet any could be a saving god to others.
Robert J. Lindley, 04-09-2015
Note- I rarely ever write in couplets. Writing in non-rhyming couplets is even more rare for me to do. Reason is when I do my muse usually leaves the room laughing.. And I dearly hate that....
Thank God, she didn't laugh this time.. merely tossed out, " you are improving , but don't quit your day job."
Poem number 499 , next poem will be number 500 submitted here.
Written January 17, 2015
I was born to the hunter
I was raised with the sheep
I was brought in with the soldiers
I was told not to fall asleep
I was told not to wonder
What lies on the otherside
Once I was a loner
Loitered around with the stoners
Who sought only to dream
But for the days when their dreams came true
Hand in hand with you
And everyone else who holds these ideals true
But as for now
We lie beneath the boulders
All the rubble that molds us
To stand shoulder to shoulder
With all those who came before words
That made us realize
That we're only a child
In the eyes of time
In reality
We can only hope
To become a spec of dust
In the vacuum of history
Zulu drum
Egyptian people gather
Chant for freedom
Sesame seed music
Power to the soul
Amazing marketplace
Amazing fortress
Military gather power
Zulu drum
Mosques chant
Church goers pray
Lonely Wolf cries out
The Pyramids shake
Large question mark on the future
One thing can change they say
Egyptian boulders
Migrating boulders,
Drink in a placid basin:
Shepherd by the light.
THEY CAME LIKE THE CONQUERING HEROES OF THEIR HOLY CRUSADE.
BASTERDISING EVERY HEATHEN AS SOME SORT OF GODS MISTAKE.
CIVILISATION STUMBLED AGAINST THE WILD AND PAINTED CLANS,
SO THEIR WALL OF CONFRONTATION COULD NOT DEFEAT THE WILL OF MAN.
ON THIS LAND WHERE I WAS BORN STOOD ONLY CHIEFS OF COMMON CLANS.
THEN CAME THOSE KINGS OF SERVANT MAN FORCING CONQUEST OVER LANDS.
WITH STRANGE DREAMS OF DOMINATION THEIR GODS SUPREME,MAN FORGOTTEN.
OUR WAYS OF SIMPLE CLAN SHARING LAND.WE FRIGHTENED THEIR IMAGINATIONS!
THE MOUNTAINS AND GLENS GREW IN MYTHS AGAINST THOSE SUPERSTITIOUS.
SO THEY BUILT THEIR WALL TO KEEP US IN AND WE BEGAN TO SING VICTORIOUS!
SO COME TO THE LAND OF THE FREE SCOTS WHERE ALL CLANS ARE EQUAL!
OUR WELCOME IS MODEST ,BUT WE,LL FILL YOUR POT !FROM AMONG THE PEOPLE!
EMPEROR HADRIANS WALL IS A MONUMENT TO FEAR OF THEIR GODS DAMNATION.
ONE SIDE ONLY LISTENS!THE OTHER DISSAPEARS TO OBLIVION!
OUR GARDEN OF PARADISE HAS NO NEED OF GATES!OR BORDERS!
A PLACE WITH CLANS WHO WILL GLADLY FILL YOUR PLATES TO ORDER.