I will tell you my lies
Bow only to her
I can between the blurs and frazzles in my sight
hide
I hate September does that make me antiseptic
Move the button
that ends it all
For that might be my call
Failure gave up on me
Restricted my support
Change the meant to be
or was that mental bee
Categories:
frazzles, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Fresh flowers in the fields are in flamboyant flair
Flailing festivity for my Divine Fulcrum and Fortress
Forever-loving Father, you’re my Faithful Friend
Fountain of Fullness: Christ Jesus- famous of all names.
Forever-loving Father, on my knees I fall
For, you fortified my faith and fixed my fractured soul
Forbade me from filthy falls, forgave my faults
Freed me from frailty and flagrant flaky fool.
Fountain of Fullness, flank by me for my fulfilling fleet
Frequently fail me on frazzles, for a fully-fledged feet.
Sept 6, 2020
Categories:
frazzles, thanksgiving,
Form: Alliteration
This boat is full
a vessel overflowing
a shoal
afloat
in bitter mist
Dream boy, dream—
drab gloom
sunlight on your husk;
damp frazzles
lightweight trunks
around your gaunt calves;
fields of algae
spacious green meadows,
gannets
chanting larks
You buried memories
with clawing fingers in scarred soil—
- small hibiscus petals
rosewater fragrance
one rippled giggle
tattered pink of her dress
small scabs under band aids -
fertilized dust with saline grief
This boat is full
a vessel overflowing
darkness howls
***
August 8, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
frazzles, courage, immigration,
Form: Free verse
This boat is full,
A vessel overflowing.
In darkness people talk.
A child is crying.
I close my eyes,
Lock out the world.
I envision drab gloom
As sunlight on my begging husk;
The damp frazzles
As lightweight trunks
Around my gaunt calves.
We left, so many nights ago,
I lost count, it doesn't matter.
Deferment of death.
I saw them go...
Such euphemism, such irony...
I count and wait with serenity,
Dream my dream of
Spacious green meadows,
Chanting larks.
I left it all behind,
My memories I buried
With my bare hands.
I fertilized the dust
With drops of saline tears.
Alone I am, alone.
Soon this journey ends.
My eyes are closed,
My thoughts are fleeing,
I send them to freedom.
This boat is full,
A vessel overflowing.
In darkness people howl,
A child is dying.
***
January 31, 2017
Categories:
frazzles, dark, death, deep, endurance,
Form: Prose Poetry