She knelt dead alive,
Praying off strive...
While she still thrive,
To bail out hell and revive-
What trying couldn't survive,
For blessings to arrive.
She hoped for life,
To live as one's wife,
But her lone strife
Stabbed her with knife.
Only in her dream- fife
Sounds cum wedding afterlife.
She never stop the stress,
To seeking home; love impress...
For life to continually progress,
But her urgency got tastes oppressed
While ego gradually digressed,
What love can't comprehend when expressed.
One thing in life we don't know,
Love is meant for everyone to sow,
Life and self importance that grow...
Light to live than blindly flow
In haste that useless urges tow...
Lost life and became her own foe!
Two strands as of d n a, cellestialy frayed, in heavens test' no sleep now digressed.'
By power unrivalled, shot through space
Glistening in attraction, from jupiter to
Venus they race..Twirled in cosmic gusts
Severe.' There is re-contact.' A winding..
Where the finish beckons, seared' past sunbursts flaring
Severe.' Transmution of energy, in the rifling run, tighter in oscillation, two again become one .'
In swim trunks, the balls were out.
Each one scored a mighty shout.
digressed to a maul,
in a beachside brawl
Winners were in serious doubt.
Your words are like cotton candy
Soft sweet sticking to me all sugary
What is unique is our periods of silence
They are just as sensual and gold
For when we next connect nothing is digressed
We fall back into a lavender love nest of art
And it is like we are stars that never part in heart
I almost hesitate to chase this dream you are away
Thinking to partake of reality would be too great
Yet optimistic I am and must be to love you a king
And for as long as you will have me I am your queen
When love leaves us, where does it go?
Is Love an element with a Heart of its own?
Maybe Love tires of us, seeking solace in new Hearts.
Do I find it on the rebound?
Do I check the lover's Lost and Found?
Did I do something wrong? Did I not love you strong?
Should isolation be my fate? Should I have chosen a different mate?
Do I question the validity of my power to Love?
Does Love question the validity of my power?
30 and 6 years of melting memories sharing
the Good, the Bad, the Ugly, the End.
Once heartfelt passions digressed to
evasive emotions--crippling communication
splintered sex--separate quarters and
finally Alienation to the 3rd Degree.
Yet in this final demise, I decry this decree.
Do I wander in measureless time following its folly aimlessly?
or do I find a middle path-one of transformation?
Never running on Empty, while living loss free.
With indecision rode abreast
Intended path becomes digressed
Old age accompanies us soon
Protected from sway of heart's swoon
Independent flag flown above
Declares no use for fickle love
Closure wraps webs, unspent calyx
Composts in forgotten paddocks
Extension as petals erupt
Resilient haughty's harsh disrupt
Crumbles robot disposition
Gives passion due permission
Held out is your hand to delve in
Wafting musk man wax firm terpene
Growth emergence drifts adjacent
Inhaled fragrance fresh placement
Dangled now upon my doorstep
Taking the chance, you endorsed it
Stainless steel crumpled, heart on tap
Safety reigned, your care eclipsed that
Ready to bloom in love splendid
Softness of Libby now rendered
Able to lay guard down, submit
Spread open desire soul permits
27th September
8 Syllables
i'm in prison
no chance of
a prism or early
out for good
behavior
it seems like
years or at least
a month or a week
but maybe just a few
days that have passed
looking at
the X's on
my wall i
etched by
myself and
lost my time
lost time and
again losing
my mind that
that was never
quite right so
i must read back
my own lines in this
poem to realize i was
writing about the total
lack of
sunshine
only rain and
cloudy days but
there is no such thing
as climate
change but
i've digressed
from the fact that
the sun hasn't shone
and so without
my sunshine
through rain and
mist it will never
come come
a time
where i
will able
to see a
rainbow
the best laugh that made you cry
as you digressed and doubled
over and bent to your knees
whilst slapping the floor
10/8/2018
Trump's Brain Towards Insanity
Trump definitely had to be hard pressed,
By others being respectfully addressed;
Hard to hear,
Far and near,
As his brain towards insanity digressed.
Jim Horn
Another Day's Upon Us
By Franklin Price
7/13/2018
Another day's upon us
It's the thirteenth of July
Another bad luck Friday
Did you ever wonder why?
Paraskevidekatriaphobia
If you fear it it's name
Derived, as usual from the Greek
How psychiatrics play the game
Friggatriskaidekaphobia also
Norwegian goddess is to blame
In English she's the reason
She's where Friday got it's name
But I've digressed as usual
Where is this bad luck coming from?
I'm now about to tell you
Did not start this poem for fun
If you want a modern reference
Read “The Da Vinci Code”
The Knights Templar unlucky
As they traveled down the road
Friday, October thirteenth
Thirteen oh seven was the year
The Knights Templar were arrested
By the king of France, oh dear!
It wasn't lucky for the knights
Off came their heads with sword
That Friday was unlucky
More than the the knights then could afford
If you wonder where I found this
Well I found it on the net
Wikipedia was the source
I Google searched it, you can bet
If interested you should go there
There's much more for you to see
Almost everything you need to know
But not in poetry
A haibun reply:
I envy you, hope it has been inspirational for you, and reading your last haiku I think it has! My concern, or argument for no title is a traditionalist based ideology, for if a haiku does not paint a paint a picture, or as I said, 'Speak for itself' then it will struggle. My haibun for this day of May, spring nearly done. I am really thinking, 'Done in'!
seasons falling foul
climate change a threat to spring...
insects all confused
I sat comfortably observing nature, macro wildlife, far and few between. Today no butterflies, then I reflect, it's mid-morning, the sun still warming, defrosting the cold winter spring night. Mid-day life stirs, a holly blue, a large cabbage white, doomed. Already extinct in my garden the wall brown, not seen for over twenty years. I'm filled with despair, what fruits will summer bare? I sit pondering pollution; why do we humans leave things until it is to late, left until the last moment? Plastic bags killing giants of the oceans, microplastics' probably, slowly killing us. Oh, my apologies I digressed.
hot days freezing nights
summer winter both in spring...
wildlife confounded
THERE ARE NO BLACK OR WHITE PEOPLE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I ask why does the human race have to live in denial?
we are but one species ere colour, country, or creed.
no one has ever seen a white or black man, indeed,
parts of the world decided colour, alluding to survival.
time was when we covered up, nowt to do with being nude.
weather, climate all played a part in what we wore,
for protection, keeping warm, or cool, nothing more.
twas religion that decided being naked was so called rude.
in what else did the humans err, ask any aboriginal people.
all the horrors they were forced to endure, their lands stolen.
still in this the 21st century some are forced to be beholden!
for what, I despair; how many centuries before were all coequal?
how remiss, I digressed, coloured skin is where I was at
taking the first stanza into consideration, the world, one nation,
whether brown or pink, are no borders worth some contemplation?
only time black and white matters, is knowing when to bat!
Abscess
confessed
obsessed
digressed.
A government abscess confessed test,
power play in obsessed digressed mess.
1/23/18 Kim Rodrigues's contest for tyburn.
Yes, thank you, read it, and replied.
Belated, but this poem you’ve inspired.
Your adventure, all the thrills, of nature
Victorian history, for me a virtual adventure
Often on one’s forays into the wilds of nature.
Thinking, why else should one this far venture
But there they are, digging, holes all over,
Old Victorian landfill sites, bottles undercover.
So as one’s sweeping sweep net sweeps, thinking
A thirst to quench, thinks some more whilst drinking
Where one treads, how much history lies underfoot
Ones a naturalist, not an archaeologist, so don’t tut!
Naturalists with a bent for palaeontology, o many,
This one is no exception, fossils, one has aplenty.
Only once has one gone on a palaeontologist quest,
But hey one’s a naturalist, too far now ones digressed.
Covert Opportunities
The Council covered the bridge in diagonal meshing not be trashed
Too many souls had digressed from the path into now hidden depth
No more signs ‘No diving of the flyover into the poisonous water’
They were taking no chances into the fast slump of crude liability
Now downtrodden venturers had to complete a full rigorous circle
Jump into the current hold on to some concrete climb upwards
Towards the underbelly of solid traverse and covert adversity and
Only then take the leap surge into free fall of a final conclusion
Crushing descent was at once relegated to the Harbour Authority who
Now took the blame and had to harvest the bodies nevertheless
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