He obtains fancy chopsticks,
hardly uses them, forgets he has them.
He drapes ornamental trees
with cheap pocket watches
let’s the batteries run dry
hardly ever looks at them.
A suitable receptacle, a container
or an old cigar box must be filled up
with whatever is small enough
to be collectable.
Seashells he keeps in chests
along with unusual pencils,
pens, and pen knives.
There are other acquired
gewgaws and fripperies.
His poetry is a collection also.
One day he will move on
to yet another creative collection
of his ever expanding hollowness.
Categories:
collectable, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Collectable gem
fortifies me with power
my hand extension.
Antique fountain pen
a staff spilling poetry
full of liquid gold.
Categories:
collectable, image, nature, poems, poetry,
Form: Haiku
Antediluvian shadow lost to time;
A republic ancient and true.
Sister Lemuria and brother Mu,
are ghosts of better times.
Triplets swim the tides and passing whales sigh,
as they pass through ancient remains.
Ghosts wave at orcan traffic and jaywalk through water-laden roads to scattered temple ruins.
They say that water collects and cleanses;
sunken lands are a coveted collectable.
While the, uneducated-educated, deny the past;
history travels the seas;
observes an unfolding future and shakes its head.
Mistakes continuously recycle themselves
when mortals are in control.
Atlantis knows that other continents
will join the collection;
it’s inevitable;
mortals can never leave well-enough alone.
Categories:
collectable, city, myth, natural disasters,
Form: Prose
notable notations
have become keepsakes
collectable paper scrapes
with no book or look
remotely resembling their own
bits of envelope, napkin, and such
whatever happens to be handy
when that mood strikes
and i am compelled
by undeniable urges
to write something down
i have yet to figure out
why these bits of notation
seem so important to me
years later, i rarely remember them
and even on the occasion
when i might recall a detail
not much sense can i derive
from the cryptic hasty scrawls
most wind up a total mystery
one i never seem to solve
yet still i save them every one
thinking, one day i will
but the years seem unkind
my notes fade to yellow blurs
mouse chewed keepsakes
remnants left from another time
Categories:
collectable, nostalgia, writing,
Form: Free verse
You delectable collectable!
Why are you so skeptical?
You're beautiful
And dutiful
in all that you construe
You're insecure
And so demure
I'm not so sure
That you'd endure
The compliments the world is paying you
To a beautiful little granddaughter with a BIG self esteem issue!
Categories:
collectable, beautiful, granddaughter,
Form: I do not know?
Nestled high upon a pillowing cloud
Hidden from prying eyes
Surrounded by fragrantly perfumed blooms
The imagination runs then flies
Balconies envelop the building within
French doors that open out wide
A welcoming feel takes over
Pulling you deep inside
Marble floors that are glossy and shine
Collectable art hangs from each wall
Chandeliers that are a centrepiece
A warm feeling welcomes all
Imagination takes you through a portal
Suddenly you run then fly
Soaring up high to a pillowing cloud
To your castle in the sky
Categories:
collectable, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
The Truth
No,
No;
No!
Be careful,
Do not wake the monster
He
I
Am sleeping
And have slept endlessly
Although the spite rests uneasily on my tongue
I would rather it were so
I have no wish to loose the verbal hurricane
No desire to feel the rage
I do not want to issue tirades of condemnation
I do not think I know enough
I am not a judge
I beg you
Do not push me to this
Wake this monster at our peril
My belief in injustice
Is as acute and as refined as your own
My voice I would rather use for other
Prettier things
Than to gather the rights and wrongs
And all the other collectable scenarios
Understanding
Understanding is the taste sensation
My pallet desires
Understanding initiates love
Indicates love
Ah! speak kindly
Speak of love
Talk to me as if
As if
I were you and had all the experience
You yourself have had
As if I knew each breath, verb, noun and emotion
Know that when you were lost
So was I
Know that in your desperation
All you craved was this
This understanding
Reach in to me
See
So separate are we
Yet so closely
We know the Truth
Categories:
collectable, forgivenessme, , cute,
Form: Free verse
As a toy my life is basic...
I was bought years ago...
Yes...I had good times and bad times...
My life time is spent...
Outside the walls with my owner...
And also inside...
Sometimes I'm left and lost...
I have had a few others like myself...
That are still around...
Our owner when young...
Well lets say...was never really into taking care of our looks...
Or to what could be done to us...
Damage does happen...
These are the ones that are left behind...
You do not want to be damaged...
Now in my later years...
Myself and others are collectibles...
So we are in view for others to see...
As a collectibles we are taken care of...
Unlike our earlier years...
As a toy...
Categories:
collectable, imagination, social, time, care,
Form: I do not know?