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
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
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
When ones children face their final breath
And precious days are borrowed now
The reason for their untimely death
Remains perplexed on sorrowed brow
What is the price of what was treasured
And how will parents journey on
Their anguish can never be measured
When all their hopes and dreams are gone
So say a prayer for all those that's died
And give comfort for what was lost
Remembering all the tears they cried
For paying the ultimate cost
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.
to me nothing new
who you have been never knew
crowd up who you drew
they were in NATO
seemed to be hot potato
also SEATO
then when at table
attach dishes when able
to remain stable
always polluting
had been beleaguered Putin
breeze away shooting
we had been humble
Trump would stumble and bumble
grouch who did grumble
out he liked to lash
Trump had been big bunch of trash
together teeth mash
Trump while in Paris
told tall tales from a terrace
those around embarrass
we would raise each brow
Trump became menace in Moscow
has affair with sow
his furled brow
snowfall not letting up
shovel on standby
Posted on February 24, 2019
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?
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.
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?
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.
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
'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
ice on my brow--
making Angels in the snow
with my best friend
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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-Matthan C. Atherton
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