So I write...
So I write...
even in this world despite my meaningless less expressive self...I write.
Declined in hysterical, faultlessness...I write
to fulfill plentiful emptiness's.
What successes will my manuscripted-selfless-self achieve?
My pages written solemnly based on critical theologies,
these
I gotta have it technologies, burnt bridges crossed, or
The Lord Jesus crucified;
that which I truly believe.
I write...
particularly, like birds sing happily - freely, underachieved
Yet pronouncing” I'm flexing my wings".
As a confident wind blows
it's own flow throughout bureaus of grasses.
Alike Mrs. Mother Earth allowing her seasons be passive.
I write...
For being intrigued by what might,
happen,
as an eye, leads the soul, or a heart searching,
abuses be buried though grasping.
Across any script denoted by way,
of my poetic pen tip.
I write...
Perhaps, one of many frivolous scripts,
possess seeded enunciation's
of spiritual worth
as words read would be basis
for a total rebirth,
...so I'll write.
I have more to contribute.
Written July 22nd, 2006
Categories:
bureaus, celebration, dedication, poetry, words,
Form: ABC
Pride flags fly high today
Folk music family
Mennonite bureaus
So many melons and windsocks and dreamcatchers
This place signals a rebellion
Echoing antebellum times, seething with vibrancy and it boiled over
And for a moment broke the inertia
Love wins today and today we know
That we are a people of progress
But koyaanisqatsi waits for us outside this field
Just past these barns
Most of us are forced to march with that army too but
We can build a bulwark here and move it out beyond the dusty paths
It is up to you artisans, Amish, millennials, immigrants, farmers, poets
Today I secretly join your ranks
Categories:
bureaus, america, society,
Form: Free verse
YOU ARE WHAT YOU KEEP
Let it go. The blackness
the blueness the redness
construe less. Drop things
too heavy to lift. Clear
dark bureaus untidy
bits
Starving
dreams deplete sleep. Let
worldlings murmur their
blurb. Lightning quirks on
high alert. In this great
Texan delicatessen
you are what
you keep
© Kim van Breda—17 November 2015
Categories:
bureaus, how i feel,
Form: Personification
(Under a Sea of Junk Mail)
If I don't stay on top of it,
it piles on top of me.
Sorted, shredded, stacked
stashed
in boxes, baskets, bureaus
bulging bags of trash.
It multiplies,
takes on a life of its own,
moves from one stack to another
like shifting sands
on the seashore.
How do mail carriers
deal with daily delivery to
vast volume of victims
such as I?
Tall trees,
sawn, sliced, sanded
reshaped, reborn
their sawdust sent
to be
bleached, blended, rolled
separated, slued
pressed, painted, printed
then
presented
to me.
Help-I'm drowning!
Categories:
bureaus, angst,
Form: Free verse
The debt soars through the ceiling
Future generations we are billing
The politicians are not dealing
With ire there constituents distilling
The stock market is reeling
The financiers are peeling
Credit bureaus are squealing
Our good credit rating milling
Categories:
bureaus, political
Form: Couplet
So I write...
Even in this world despite my meaningless less expressive self...
I write.
Declined in hysterical, faultlessness...
I write to refill plentiful emptiness's.
Now what successes
will my manuscripted- selfless-self achieve?
Pages written solemnly based on critical theologies,
the "I gotta have it technologies",
burnt bridges I crossed, and Jesus crucified;
that which I truly believe.
Particularly like birds sing happily-freely,
yet underachieved.
Yet pronouncing” I am stretching wings".
As a confident wind blows It's own flow
throughout bureaus of grasses.
Alike, Mrs. Mother Earth allowing her seasons be passive.
I write,
Being intrigued by what might,
happen.
As an eye, leading the soul,
a heart searching, buryied abuses,
grasping.
Across a script denoted by way,
of a poets pen tip.
Perhaps this frivolous script,
possess seeded enunciation's
congested with spiritual worth
So words read here;
be basis for a total rebirth.
...so I'll write.
Categories:
bureaus, hope, social,
Form: I do not know?