My bin is full
Rubbish arrives every day
And takes what time I might have left
To simply throw away.
Its energy is ceaseless,
Its will to be, absurd,
Its essence, non-increaselessness
(though I doubt that's a word).
In truth, what I fain cling to,
And hold my essence at,
Is what I must unsling to,
And simply useless tat.
What I must throw, or just let go,
Upon the rubbish heap,
Is what was me, and I decide,
I need no longer keep.
Reality is never where we live.
We live, wherever we meaningfully live,
Forever.
Another hot day
to feed our new human fridge
extra kilowatts~
inside, we keep to our cool,
outside, the street keeps cooking.
You keep every word
on the coldest shelf you own,
nothing ever spoils~
not laughter, not fain regrets,
nor the love waiting to thaw.
Perhaps there the same
seeking somewhere cool enough
to survive the day~
while someone else waits outside
hoping we'll open the door.
Black widow, thy fabled mark.
Through a knothole seen.
Moonlight, light path after dark.
Glitch the gangrel green.
Flickering flame, wax candle's gleam.
How to extinguish?
Air. Snuff out. Cut off the stream.
Cover up the dish.
Hellfire, bloom. O woodland, burn.
Ghost, hide in the leaves.
Pain, approval, taciturn.
He who loves, soon grieves.
Life, red ruins. Fain, fast fade.
Silent is the shade.
O for those who were played, glade?
Blighted, bound, bombed, bade.
Will-o-the-wisp, deep the bog.
Follow where it goes?
Light, thy beauty. Slick the slog.
Carrion for the crows.
Tiger in the tall grass?
He's waiting for a meal.
O young suitor, lass? Best pass.
Never shall ye heal.
Vicious viper, poison pit.
Well, we should have quit.
Firefly, how to keep lit? Flit.
Otherwise get bit.
Slit throat, O anodyne? Helped?
Seemed like he had died.
Holluschickie, how you yelped.
Children, woe betide...
Replication, O photon.
Atmosphere. Molecules.
Phase, like seasons. Here, then gone.
Tools, tremors, toadstools.
Occipital ridge, troll, bridge.
Billy goat, thy horn.
Pestilence, thy name is midge.
Freighter, fain, forlorn.
Lightning bolt, fruit of the gods.
Eat one and become.
Mycelial, goldenrod?
Mushroom, just stay mum.
Sign of salvation, sea-bass?
Shark, set eyes on same.
Liquid legend, O my lass?
Sure. I'm glad you came.
Tympani, crush. Firefly, flee.
Knock thrice, then flit, thrush.
O behemoth, swim thy sea?
Death, you've had a brush.
Enormous or gigantic?
Titan, which to choose?
Oil on surface, stiff or slick?
Flickering fate, fast fuse.
Race, a trace of turkey wild.
In the corn, my child.
Charnel house floor, stains a-tiled?
Ululate, red riled.
Racket, informed packet?
Data, grow in trees.
Weather, wail. Jail, jacket.
Pain, poisonous to please.
faint, frail figurines
fragrance of tangerines
flit like faeries ‘cross the field
~ faith's forces fain yield
Above, a blithe wave of fluttering pinnate
Leaves and pink cherry blossoms, dulcet bluebirds
Cradle. Falling fain seeds to heaven's moist
Rain spread to swell earth's plump seedbed.
A breath, a swirl, rustling bliss of rain scent lingers
The summer morning; leaving an ambiance
Mosaic array of colors, into the maze of crescendo
Striking autumn passion baths dust gravel shadowed
Path tapping sounds; unwilling pause.
flow fertile feeding
fain fathom favorite feel
fair featured festive
Fun! Thanks Ghairo Daniels!
Something very transcending about art --
my poison, Poetry! I think of the pen
or keyboard as a wand. I wave and the
images of my mind appear, mystically
in the framework of a composition --
they do, sort of, materialize out of nowhere;
often not intending to write. Then, possessed
a spirit substance gushes from depths of fertile
consciousness! A place I fain where demons
and angels are at constant Chess. I merely
a receptacle for their vehement rivalry. The grace
of God, my goblet shape – they pour in and
out of me...when my session done, a rinse...and
ready to go again.
If words would wear resistance down,
trust me, I would use them.
Fine phrases mollify that frown?
The agile adverb, the nimble noun?
I would not refuse them!
If poems charmed your soul, you
may depend upon it,
I'd eulogize, extol you,
compel, convince, cajole you,
in silken sonnets.
But what can words achieve?
Nothing, I fear, that matters.
Though I would fain believe
the word webs which I weave
can knit again love's ravelled sleeve,
I'm really not quite that naive.
And so I feel I have to leave
this thing of ours in tatters.
O parachute, thy rider.
How to keep one aloft?
Spread thy edges to defer!
He who squatted coughed!
Unity, sing in unison.
Each louder than the last?
Vittle, side with venison?
Legs in traction plast!
Thus refuted, O my rock?
Lines around in chalk.
Broken is the bowl, O block.
Corn, thy tattered stalk.
So you've been feeling stifled?
Just flicker as you fall.
Soldiers, how you rifled!
O banshee, how you call!
Ghoulish was the repast grim?
Crater, nurse thy rim.
Light of harpsichord, draw dim.
How about her or him?
Rain on us, O lightning!
O thunder, now to roll!
Fain would it be frightening?
Soak in gin, my soul!
The cone or the caldera?
What kind of choice is this?
Ergo, O my era...
O death gods, blow a kiss...
To write or not to write
Is that not the question
Whether to shed blood
In guise of metaphor
Or curl the tainted words
Ball-like upon the floor
To cast the spell of rhymes
Quick dancing step
Upon a metered cadence
Without breath
NAY, we must shout
ALAS, lest chaos reign
Within despondent hearts
Such folly fain
To be or not to be
T’was ne’er the quest
Perhaps with tongue in cheek
The Bard did jest
My memory’s worth cannot be measured,
sometimes it brings with it some regret.
Some I have filed and they are now treasured,
the unpleasant one’s I’ve endeavored to forget.
But from unpleasant things I can also fain,
and experience has been my classroom teacher.
So that I always know what not to do again,
the same mistake would be a double feature.
No heart holds any secrets,
because our tongues can’t keep one.
Tom
My heart has found a greater joy
More strong than what I see or feel
My eyes have seen a better world
Though heavenly, still near and real
My strength comes not from earthly means
From wealth that flees, or man who dies
My might comes from the ceaseless fount
Of living waters He supplies
My eyes have seen a better way
Though narrow and hard-pressed it be
My eyes are fixed on Zion's mount
Where I shall live eternally
My heart has found a better life
Than living for my selfish gain
My soul has found a kinder Lord
And I shall ever serve Him fain
My soul has found a lasting peace
Through pain it stands—sent from above
My ears have heard a sweeter song
Of priceless, covenantal love
My eyes have seen a fairer place
A portion beautiful is mine
My heart has made the better choice
Surrendering to His design
The sun does arise,
On the valley sweet,
The birds & pups wise,
Call our kits to meet.
The hoots & hollers,
Sound loud for miles;
Yet! Amiss is one collar,
Lone in the Sky Isles.
The sun does down,
On the green hills tired,
Lining the vale round,
Our pets to bed retired.
The whistles & purrs,
Chime in the crisp wind.
All but one bed stirs;
Our dear numbers thinned.
Long time does pass,
Bleak winter does come,
Hoar-frost is the grass,
Warmed by a low hum.
We stand together,
Upon valleys sharp,
Wond’ring: ‘just whether,
You’re hearing, fain, the sky harp.’
There's an eerie feeling in the air tonight.
Voices in the distance seem full of fright.
Crisp cold winds that blow
chilling to the bone...
leaves rustling in the darkness, unknown.
Silence even whispers loud the fear,
Silhouettes of ghosts on trees' barks appear,
waving mystic spears that sang in the winds
heard only by already frightened minds.
The wings of both the devil and the angels
confused the eyes by the winds that dishelves
the tinctures of darkness and light in the clouds,
that separated the moon from the stars in the crowds,
A frog nearby, its eyes full of dark fright,
it jolted a snake, its body slick and tight.
It fell on my head and I fainted in my fears.
But quickly woken up by its hissing near my ears.
I ran helter-skelter, the snake joined me
but 'twas the humming of a flying bee,
that stopped my run, only to find my heart
hanging out as the snake and the bee depart.
With fear I begged Halloween to stop its torment,
it refused while darkness still was present.
Then, I heard the approaching steps of sunlights,
that was when I was freed from all my frights.
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