Show me the last time I truly saw your face.
This has to be just short of insane.
This path we are walking doesn't feel safe.
I stumble as push forward
bones and dreams of some other time and place.
Three steps was a lifetime ago.
No vision nor eye for seeing.
looking back through fogy memories
careful not to skip back into reality.
this path we are walking doesn't feel safe.
Embrace of love
Sprouted between clouds and the sun,
Chillness in the wind covers the world...
Fogy wind showers silver dew drops,
Cloud embraces the sun,
To save it from chillness...
The sun glanced with love
Clouds filled it's face with shyness
Glows with colourful red cheeks,
Flowers opened its eyes
To glance their love...
Dew drops shined as diamonds
Reflected their love,
Birds played wonderful melody
To cheer their love..
With blissful morning sight!
the future is so unclear but i'll fight the fogy clouds and break through
yesterday passed by and there's no way to renew
yesterday i was weak didn't know which path i should take
but today i'm so much stronger ,know that there's no obstacle that i can't break
i'm back to delight you with my poems with my words
you may find it simple but when i phrase it right it become like swords
it's been to long , but i've finally found my inspiration once again
it needed a lot of determination to dive deep within
but in the end i've manged to reach out my soul
stopped myself from crumbling down and fall
(i'm back once again my dear ones , missed you all and hope you'll like my upcoming poems)
The time has quickly passed away,
I promised myself a poem a day.
It is now time to write the last,
Now I need to really think fast.
What to write, I do not know,
Where on earth did all the time go?
I remember my promise clear as day,
I swear it was only yesterday.
I've wrote about Monsters, kids and kin,
I've wrote about never ever giving in.
Glitches and Rosie's and we are blessed,
The one about PTSD I found was a test.
Friends are back from their flyaway holiday,
I can't believe they were three weeks away.
Told of bedtime stories and Eerie nights,
Wonder if my mate is still wired right?
Well I think that will do for a quick resume'
Anything else I will leave for another day.
We have to go shopping before it's too hot,
We should be home soon, we don't need a lot.
So I've managed to fulfill my promise to me,
A poem a day, sometimes two or even three,
That's not bad going for an old fogy like me,
Off out now, maybe I'll write, right after tea!
© Dave Timperley 31 August 2016
Hard clay roads curving left to right,
Black hot rods roar thou fogy nights,
Carolina, Tennessee, Georgia hills,
Tanks, White lighten, loaded to the gills.
Big motors high speed winding roads,
Cops, road blocks trying to get my load,
G-man get to close I’ll dump it on the run,
Evidence on the road you can watch it burn.
Fancy gadgets, driven skills, it’s like magic,
The G-man hunts for steels like a magnet,
Hid deep in the woods no trials to find,
Copper pots rolls of tube, a holler it’s time
Shotguns, hounds, fires hot, its corn stew
Poor southern boys, got to make a living too.
G-man no matter where you go here in these hills,
There always another load, another white lighten steel.
Venetians masqueraded themselves to hide their identity;
their vagueness was allowed openly,
"Be a Casanova, a Shakespeare, a Hamlet :
all are welcome to join the banquet!"
" Keep your masks on, or you'll be asked to leave;
it's the Dodge's order: you must comply to enter!"
the doorman solemny speaks scratching his fussy hair;
he hears a mocking laughter to make his mood aggrieve.
"Dames can freely talk to their admirers,
whispers are allowed as long as they are sexually discreet;
they will charm you with their words...
while the Venetian's fogy moon adds splendor and conceal much deceit!"
"Must I remind all to keep your incognito for a stupendous carnival night;
walk on semidark bridges, follow moonbeams as if they were jewels!"
And the austere doorman continues becoming lenient to strict rules,
"Leave nothing to the imagination,be anything you desire: it's your right"
Newspapers Are So Last Century
By Elton Camp
You still get a paper a young man sneered
Obviously thinking that I was quite weird
He thought that getting the news online
Should, for me, be just perfectly fine
While I am in the process of transition,
I still see need to take the print edition
For one, nothing else does so fine
A messy kitchen garbage can to line
For the fireplace, a paper’s the best
It ignites more easily than the rest
I use it also to peel the potatoes atop
Not a speck on the floor will drop
Especially when I want to swat a fly
To hit him with an iPad I’d never try
And to cancel the paper I’d be a jerk
Since it’d put those folks out of work
So call me an old fogy if you will
I’ll subscribe to the newspaper still
While midnight bats are gnawing gnats and feasting free unseen,
a toddler’s fed from garbage sheds an elegant cuisine.
Along the trails in distant dales a lonesome wolverine
feigns appetite on fogy nights and days of crystalline.
The circus gongs excite the throngs in nighttime Never Land –
they swarm to see the destiny of Freaks at their command,
while Acrobats step pitapat across the shifting sands
and Lady Fat adores her cat and oozes charm unplanned.
The Dwarfs in suits, so small and cute when marching with the band,
ask crimson Clowns with painted frowns, to lend a mutant hand,
while Tamers’ whips with withered tips, throughout the winter land,
lure minds entranced through hoops enhanced with flames of fires fanned.
White Elephants in big-top tents sell black tusk contraband
to Sycophants in regiments who overflow the stands,
but No One sees anomalies, and No One understands.
At night’s demise, the dither dies, the lonely Crowd disbands,
down dead-end streets the Horde retreats, their threadbare rags in strands,
and Janes and Joes reweave their woes, for thoughts of change are banned.
Continued
Misty, fogy, air,
Winds brush through her fingertips,
Willows frown tonight.
By: Sabina Nicole
Why act blind against the night?
And mumble words against the dark for it wont break a loving heart,
and parting for thou not,
awaiting in the mist is a boy,
And shalt for thou wilt kiss?
And trembling not on his horse is where he stays,
As he rides away in to the fogy mist,
And promising to forever remember this,
As every time I shall touch these lips there shall stay one sweet kiss.
Disguise in smile hold fogy space
Surge wonders harvest in cell
Replicate its surrogate surreal
Munster washed roam its place
Nevertheless in realm hidden to unknown
Well known replicates countless
Unknown misplace a seldom symbol
All bets runs in open window
Ranks
A day was cold and fogy. I parked,
My vehicle and went to the station,
When I came back to buy a ticket.
My body still shocked how it happened?
A lady from the passenger side,
Came in and sit, I were shocked,
Please leave my vehicle, your choice,
You picked a wrong person.
Could you listen me please?
I am also student, I know you,
You are studying in my Uni.
I need money to pay my rent.
I paid her as she asked me twenty,
And promised me to pay back, suddenly
Police raided the area and arrested me,
She said,' I was trying to rape her'.
I was worry about my family,
What dad will think about me?
She was a Police, I found it later,
Police pick innocents only for Ranks.
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