A patch of lichen I picked up
and then into my hand did cup.
The frills and shadows, in and out -
Finest fabric, without doubt.
Lacy lichen on my wrist -
Sweeter cuff does not exist.
The cool and smooth feel on my skin
I want to feel again, again.
If a bush sprite I could be
I think I would be more like me.
Forget transition, just certify, "with dangerous to others" he's qualified. Donald Trump you know it's true, this is what Congress needs to do, and they'll be republicans there, just like you. It will be a non-tweeting zone, as they'll probably take your phone. A place away from White House stress, affording our country a much needed rest. Time for you to quietly reflect on this legacy that you've left, and yes they may alter your brain chemistry but you'll still make history. Donald, we've had just enough, so please go quietly before they cuff.
Off the Cuff
May be Rough
But you can do it
It's not absurd
To use a word
You just make it fit.
Interested?
only in the falling off and floating,
watching as the clouds pass by
and
if the sky is blue and only blue
why then am I happy
seeing you in tangerine?
dreams of psychedelic because
I'm somewhat of a relic
thrown forward from some
bygone time.
No one reads the signs and yet
wonder why they're lost.
Interested?
not at the cost of
appearing so.
you do wrong
you will not belong
you can bet
you'll be smart catch
you try break the dust
or fence line
it becomes
CRIMES AND HANDS CUFF
I roll these words in the mere moment
off the cuff....
without posy (prims)
to say hello,
(ad-lib is the Lion)
A Beggar in the mud....
for a lighter brush;
with less darkness in verse,
She has fallen....
from grace,
I shudder ----
how wan the dying rose!
Her petals lilt,
(my wings plucked with shadow.....)
I've given all, but not enough,
love is absolute(ly).....
without delay in affection
I shall try to return with a rainbow
or two....
**(Wrote this 'off the cuff' for lack of material....)
chhh-ta-cuff, chhh-ta-cuff
The train chugging back and forth
Looked out of the window.
The beautiful landscape floating by
I wish I was there in the fresh air
Aha, the train stopped at Calais station,
the engine driver has got down.
It is the time for uploading the coal
And will take more time to fire
the engine of the steam locomotive.
I saw the Towers of Canterbury.
My mind was full the Chaucerian images.
Felt peace with waters of English Channel
I heard the whistle and chhh-ta-cuff sound
I ran and running the train I got aboard.
I again I looked out of the window
And saw green meadows and willows,
the English dolls strolling by.
I put out my head out of the window
Oh, my face was dark with the soot
and my eyes aching with the grit.
I heard the sound of the engine along
Recalling the words of R.L. Stevenson
"Faster than fairies, faster than witches."
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January 23, 2015
Form: Free Verse
Second Place Win
seems we use this site
far better than a psychiatrist's
phony bull-shot...and his leather couch,
they wouldn't understand us , anyway
you can't learn from
books and lectures
the lessons life has taught us-
not to demean them, trust me,
I've no doubt they've had
their own horrors or uncertainties
to deal with...but, lets face it,
when their clients are gone,
their studies concluded,
to go sit back, in a recliner,
smoke a pipe and look wise
our words will far outlive them
and they know...you can see it in their eyes.
Crazy is as crazy does. I guess you get my drift. I wander through a world of
thought, my pace is not too swift. I like soup and poetry too, If you're reading this,
you do too. I feel only fulfilled if I can create one smile, somewher upon this
earth. sour pusses we know, we suffer from no dearth. I may not be a great
speller, and I may not be too bright, but one thing I know; how to use my sight. I
mean not eyes in this, I hope you understand, I'm just one little member in an
awesome big ol' band. There are things about I wonder, there are things that I
adore, I better shut up now, you unederstand, I can not say more.
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