Oh love defined
Might this troubled world to
See
In blissfulness
You and me
Wicked who oppose
Shall be redeemed
To speak us as one
Ah love redeemed
Sought the frails
Must They trouble
To find
I have a love
So sweet and kind
Oh mercy we
Might We to bare
Us redeemed
A concuss bare
Sweet the love
We pledge to share
To consimate
A humbled care
To procreate
And truffle not
We as one
And those begotten
they may not laugh
If they take my hand
We as one
Before a world to stand
Lovers cow
To be as one
Our new days
Have just begun
Whereas we
In joyful bliss
To stand as one
The pride in bliss
Happy we
As love unfolds
To stake our claims
And defined our goals
A banner of
Christ we bare
In joyful love
The mentions share
To be as one
To welcome in
Biides and grooms
Toast our new kin
Categories:
concuss, love, marriage,
Form: Ballad
coconuts' concuss
light-craze boggles ~ sight failing
tourists blearing up
dented sand cups nut
hammer screwdriver to milk
machete dispatch
caribe-dude's swingin's no match
now - To The Gators!
Categories:
concuss, nonsense, paradise,
Form: Haiku
With catàstrophe everything a mortal
can muster might be the end to what
he thought or should have thought
It is increasingly tolerable
he said analizing his pain
Yet the concuss gain
and what remains are
numb and each movement
my thoughts give reason to
give into the stresses of
disappointment
he laughed midway though
his storytelling
Citing how foolish he must've
looked tumbling over
the briers patch
and again
He made mention
of the tention
that caused him
to be distracted
he was happy
he reacted happy
reacted tumbling
to break his fall
Being so near
the creek
it was easy to
seek assitance
froming casting fishermen
they bought me here
here I founded help
for me and my horse
might I rest here
until my strength returns
here at Rattlesnake Gutt Creek
Categories:
concuss, england, fishing, health, horse,
Form: Bio
they are gonna try to find a way to relate it
to their lives
they are gonna try to overstand.
make something out of their interest in someone new.
thinking they're unloyal to what they spoke of as their interest.
keeping this uncertain and untrue. beyond the scope of realism, to break her lovers heart
she'll speak of this as his undoing: that she might be the only one to have a new strat.
they side with her that she's ah woman
and stand against his cause he's ah man.
they'll say it's best for people.
if they show her that they care.
but what best for lady, is often best for you.
sounds like try'na understand your own relationship.
tell me if that's true. have i: but this.
is it all that I am
so sweet the gesture
the intentions of this woman
man enough to show her
on me she can rely
but when I need a strong shoulder
she turns her head and rolls her eyes.
like evening in the rain
might the evenings bare
alone means you're single
by yourself with know one else to care
on him she relies
which then concuss bare
when he need her shoulder
he looks cause she don't care
Categories:
concuss, betrayal, guitar, music, perspective,
Form: Romanticism
Ago I watched a woman coax
A fellow back from death.
Sand clung to the drowned
Man's shoulder, briny fluid
Dripped from clustered hair
Breath pushed lung to throat
In that moment inelastic life
Crashed back upon the dead
like a shadow tsunami
A curl of pale and bilious gas
Fumed from chimney nostrils
Solidified in black to wight
A crowd appeared though I alone
Observed that embryonic beast
Queasy, shivering afright,
I marked its flight beyond the foam
And with a sudden acumen
retrained my sights on death undone
Anon the surly imp invades
My repose, persists, cajoles
Courses as the Golden Horde
Across the spear grass steppes
Lodges of despondent darkness
Curtains drawn in masquerade
Where to the sopping man, renewed,
Removed I have no honest clue
Yet, with Lutheran conviction:
Beware the mirrored urchin clone
Loosed against our universe
Deceptive doppelganger who'd
Concuss humanity, earthbound
Sedate the benefactor faction
Throwing shade across the globe
Foment a foul and frothy chaos
Their like exists, implicit legion
Homunculi, contrary of the crowned
Categories:
concuss, corruption, dark, evil, universe,
Form: Blank verse
Un-Ringing the Bells
To live in the shadow of the steeples
the tintinnabulation of Poe’s bells*
tormenting the sinners as they slumber
wrestling the darkened dreams of childhood hells
following the path that led asunder
“the road less traveled”** challenging the norm
a vagabond in tattered memories
wandering through an endless self-made storm.
Awaken - the bells possess no power -
cold hands that call dead clappers to concuss
tremble at the thought the ropes are fraying
fear’s ancient tones now deadened under rust.
Yet their vibration lingers at days start
within the chest still beats their “Telltale Heart”***.
1/3/2017
With acknowledgement to
*The Bells – Edgar Allen Poe
**The Road Not Taken – Robert Frost
***The Telltale Heart – Edgar Allen Poe
submitted to – Sonnet about where you live – Poetry Contest
Categories:
concuss, change, growing up,
Form: Sonnet
Why is it we have the means to be nice,
but often instead, we're as cold as ice?
Does our mind let loose from some hidden noose,
secret thoughts that are of no good use?
Our words hang like an unlit sconce.
Do I dare think of it, even once?
Our consciousness beckons like the rising sun,
witnessed by us only, no other one.
Down! Like a hammer that does concuss,
we awaken, alive, aptly conscious.
TLH © 05-24-2012
Word Game Contest
Categories:
concuss, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
A dream is but
A dream, and
A nightmare is but
A nightmare, only
Sometimes it can
Be so much more
Once your mind
Arrives there,
Ever once dreamed
That dream where
You’re chased throughout
The night, but when
Every time you tried to
Yell, not a single sound
Could you unveil,
A nightmare was
Upon my mind
As my concuss left
My body behind,
Waiting praying for it all
To end, and arrive to my
Body once again.
Categories:
concuss, fantasydream, dream,
Form: I do not know?