Peering from out this joint rest
Of boughs no winds bend
Time, tracked through each shadow-step
Markedly slowed up!
Whilst each beat, our anxious heart's
Further apart sounds.
The road, deaf to! That beside
Voiced, when wills collide.
28th of October 2025
The day my Dad ceased to be alive
I haven't been able to write
or hardly speak about it
Thought I'd let you guys know
this struggle that I am on
Many of you have come to seem like family
and now that I've lost an integral part of my family
I didn't want you to think I've left the poetry fold
Tears come just trying to write this
I don't like crying
or having to blow my nose
and wipe my face
and try to act composed
I don't like this...
but I suppose this is something we aren't supposed to like
so I guess I got that part right.
Anyway, there it is
on the off chance you were wondering why I quit composing
well...
now you know.
28th of October, my world changed
and got darker,
but I continue to look for the light
and I am convinced it shines somewhere.
Love you Dad.
I hope I made you proud.
“Blood Baths”
by Positive Mark
It’s the battle hymn of the furious,
birthed and composed in the bold minds of the curious.
Blood baths are luxurious.
Trendsetters
carving out grooves for the bed wetters.
Howling at moons, sharpening spoons on their lead fetters.
It’s cold out front, and backlashes sting.
Desensitized by the gospels you sing.
You wail.
You admonish them to stop.
Old prayers sent to Heaven for a new cosmic slop.
Case files opened on a day of judgement.
Those who did it to ‘em, and all those who loved it.
Battle hymns are raised to release the spirit.
Aerosolized blood gets mixed in with the lyrics.
Why are you here?
What were you told?
Scare to die now, or scared to grow old?
Live for salvation or die for the loot?
Kneel for the reaper or shoot?
There will be time enough later
To explore the undiscovered country.
Stay with me a while yet, on these familiar shores;
Let us continue to gather, together, what sweetnesses that are here to be had,
For without you, there are no sweetnesses
.
Softly the keys find a resonance pure, softly
adrift o’er a metronome stream, adrift
past the harmonies, three quarter time, past
dreamers and slumbering chords shimmered gleam, where dreamers
all long to caress what is heard, all
feeling vibrato on breezes a’ mist, feeling
the music ‘pon moonbeams of time to capture the
tune a pianist hath kissed, a tune
from the heart beating tempos of joy, from
deep down inside to the edge of the scale, deep
in a place that shall find no return, lost in
a breath of crescendo’s exhale, a
beautiful euphony born of desire, a beautiful
opus descends from above, an opus
of sensual echoes to feast, of
love songs, melodic, composed by our love
I was challenged to write a poem about a piano player using the poetic form Serpentine. It is where each line begins and ends with the same word but each line feeds into the next in order to keep the serpent like movement going. I thought I would pop in and share this with you.
Oh...Hi, it has been a while. : )
Requiem
The map to Requiem
Is often long, confused, and composed
By differing charters...Also
Too layered to sort. So many movements!
Even the very shortest of lives
Could story a magnum opus
When tracked to its core.
A Requiem for one elderly
Could fill an orchestra’s entire concert
Season of song!
The roads to a Requiem
Course singularly in God’s memory,
Fully in the graces of his harmony.
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U
(c). Sally Young-Eslinger 9/1/2020
With help from Antonio Vivaldi
***Thank be to God!
God My Wife Composed and Did Design
God my wife composed and did design
By Him made and became my valentine
Wonderful morning had been breaking
My breath away her beauty was taking.
Many years together we were to live
All my love and affectionate to her give
While so caring she always was to me
Ideal husband I had turned out to be.
Beauty may be found in mind of beholder
We will gain many years and grow older
While her love will loom live a lively bloom
Flowing and blowing throughout each room.
James Horn
A coward easily gives up in the morning
And even in the evening:
In brewing fights to lie low
And during skirmishes unhelpfully slow.
Battle strategies offers the hothead,
Courtesy of the war novels by him read
Bu on some secure seat still fastened
Long after combats have been hastened.
A reason to readily stake our big money
And if there’s none our bees’ honey:
That the fire in his eyes will never spark
Nor his voice drop a bull-dog’s bark;
His fists never wire pulverizing punch
Nor his kicks make receivers bunch.
All cowards are warriors never composed,
A chapter right from beginning closed.
M-essage
O-f
N-ame
I-s
C-omposed
A-s
M-ind
E-njoys
N-atal
D-ay's
E-uphoria
Z-one
Topic: Birthday of Monica Mendez (October 31)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
G-reeter's
R-egards
A-re
C-omposed
E-mploying
D-elightful
E-xpression's
L-iterary
C-onnotation
A-s
S-weet
T-heme
I-s
L-etting
L-ife
O-pen
Topic: Birthday of Grace L. Del Castillo (November 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
N-icely
A-ccept
O-ne
M-essage
I-n
T-houghtfulness
I-nterpreting
B-irthday's
U-nique
R-egards
C-omposed
I-n
O-ptimism
Topic: Birthday of Naomi Tiburcio (March 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A-uthor
U-ses
R-ighteous
E-xpression
A-s
F-orm
E-mploys
L-iterary
I-dea
C-omposed
I-n
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Aurea D. Felicia (March 11)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-essage
I-s
C-omposed
A-s
J-oyful
O-ccasion
S-peaks
O-f
N-ame
Topic: Birthday of Mica Joson (January 22)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
like the undersong of mind
every thought sings of you
the sweetest melody
i long to be
your greatest lyric
fallen on ivory sheets
be the strings
beneath the caress
of your fingers
as you strum
a euphony
feel the beat
echo through my heart
as your rhythm carries me
into the depths of harmony
i want to be
the whispered words
sung from your lips
until they meet with mine
in a hush of silence
then linger
in your mind
like a song
you've sung
a thousand times
but can never forget
the lyrics to
a harmony on strings of dreams
soft music tarries on night's seams
it sings a song that makes me whole
a melody within my soul
i hear the sounds aloft through sleep
an assonance composed so deep
soft beats my heart it does extol
a melody within my soul
i hum this tune within my mind
the words amiss i cannot find
though through my dreams it does inscroll
a melody within my soul
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