Hope
Is nowhere on
Earth
She has hidden her face
Among the crowd of stars
Far from the maddening crowd
On snowy peaks
Somewhere
Away from the
Clutches of time
In realms Of eternal bliss
From human hearts
She decamped
She faded like fancy's rainbow
That withdrew s
In the winking of an eye
It never grows
In mortal bosoms
People aspire, wish
And weave dreams
And with dreams funerals in their wild eyes
Return to their
Last abode
Where earth
Hides them all
In her bosom
Blazing marigolds of a blazing May
Giving a wide canopy over a shaded pathway
Against a neighbouring tree of fading laburnums
He celebrated with a bottle of Chardonnay
Falling into a dreamy langour
As the laburnums sprinkled in gentle foreplay
Too hot for fowl-play
Many a distress calls of Mayday
Running hither-thither
His hamster decamped
To the cool of my glass ashtray
A sense of belonging everywhere at play
This is one happy birthday!
I close my eyes to sleep,
When suddenly I hear
A buzzing in my bedroom –
It’s right here by my ear!
It’s over by the window –
No, it’s by me on the floor.
Now it’s quiet. Is it stopping
So I can rest? Oh, no!
That buzzing starts again.
I click the light on high,
And there’s my nemesis!
A black and greenish fly!
It’s climbing up the curtain.
My magazine is near.
I fold it in my hand –
Buzz, buzz again I hear!
Where did that nuisance go?
It’s landing on the lamp!
Ka-thwack! I hit the shade,
But the pesky thing’s decamped!
And now it’s buzzing merrily
Upon the window pane.
Another chance I get. Ka-whack!
I try for it again!
I pull away the weapon,
But there’s no fly beneath.
It’s over on the bureau!
My frustration has increased!
I see it on the doorjamb,
And quickly do my best.
I lunge and smack!! I’ve got it!
At last I’ll get some rest!
Hubby decamped,
Kids gone,
House dilapidated,
Garden gone to seed,
She took-up Tai-chi.
Facing East,
A half veiled sun
Behind her,
She became a
Pictograph,
Crowned by
A golden rice bowl.
Certain Summers remain uppercase,
all blue, heat and breakneck. We daughters of the season,
off-key in synchronicity, played out
the inborn cool of our age..
You and I came up through a flowery, fulsome time
that thought highly of itself, all laissez-faire but
as acquisitive as any generation.
I meant to never go away. 'Course, there I went,
since that's the sway life has on youth.
You decamped with the first man of your
dreams. I doubted us, for a time, and fear is so often
posture, worthy or not of passing on.
Now we watch other sisters, for them summer blazes
a cheap high. They're all exclamation points, blistering style,
indifferent to rebel decades -
in the wake of us -
Bob Quigley,….Voices….
great poem, the motivation,
the despair that rides the mood,
the sadness, awful sadness ,
till the mind gets maybe stewed:(
Tony L
imagination says it all,
a bull without the taste of gall?
what does we have, whats really here,
long horned poncing patio steer:) chuckle...
agape moses, Freds dread
so it moved him off camp,
like a bull camel with the guts ache cramp,
a purge quite enterprising,
just short of re-alising...:)
decamped...
Linda, ooh
and there he stood in a jealous rage,
chomping on his toenails stage,
so we turn another page,
and time has made it right:)
old age....delight...might...assuage.
Don
held in abeyance, a prison guarded by pain...
suspended like clouds, ready to fall like rain..
drenched in derision, with a laconic control,
beguiled by time, a decamped soul.
torpid and detached in an aimless reverie
tranquilized and sodden, lost in soliloquy
im waking and shaking in this state of not knowing
lost who I am, and i wonder if it's showing...
im not myself.
and im filling these voids with things that destroy
could you find me and remind me who i am?
could you wake me and take me back home?
held in abeyance, a prison guarded by pain...
suspended like clouds, ready to fall like rain..
drenched in derision, with a laconic control,
beguiled by time, a decamped soul.
torpid and detached in an aimless reverie
tranquilized and sodden, lost in soliloquy
I'm waking and shaking in this state of not knowing
lost who I am, and i wonder if it's showing...
I'm not myself.
and I'm filling these voids with things that destroy
could you find me and remind me who i am?
could you wake me and take me back home?
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