Owl had the largest craziest yellow eyes I have seen.
I know his heart though; he is not unkind or mean.
He stands at attention, with his eyes double delighted
To show himself to tiny birds, who are sympatico frighted.
Why do you do this? I asked owl, do you like scaring them?
I like eating them more, he said. They give me vigor and vim.
Every Day I Die.
Dark shadows cast
Over a cursing clinging damning past
I so want to move forward but the dye was cast
My hands are bound
My feet frozen hopes and dreams are dashed
Drifting aimlessly
All washed up in a turbulent sea
Lifeless
As a lonely barren tree
That once reached for the sky
But was struck by lightening
And deep inside of me
Something died
A butterfly helpless wings ripped apart
A crying heartbroken child frighted
Left in the dark
Gapping sore wounds that never heal
No one else
Knows how I feel
Haunted aborted
Too many knots to unite
Facing a mountain
Every day I die.
Peter Dome©2019.
Set me among the honor of men,
Set me wind past a storm high hopes among prayer,
Set me as tall as a mountain but deep as any river,
Set me for courage among a dig where is one belongings,
Set me not at test but infinite possibility,
Set me onto upright knowing to just believe,
Set me high hope of glory stage frighted none,
Set me as the man deed to destiny,
Set me for who man is supposed to be,
Set me for just as to be,
Set me Free Oh Lorded Oh Lord.
Watching live go by through a telescope
A mere voyeur on the other side
I see a world I no longer feel apart of
From down in the gutter
Where I reside.
Life going by so fast
Trapped and haunted by my past
Mt feet stuck in concrete
I can no longer move forward or back
Just a lost soul in limbo
Who's fallen between life's cracks.
As colour fades from my world
And I'm shrouded in deathly black
I await for the reaper to come
I feel like a frighted kitten ready to be disposed of
In a river in a sack.
My vision often gets blurry
As all hope is lost in my heart
So many dreams and aspirations
Just dust in the wind
My heart torn apart.
The words I write are my legacy my footprint
They come from my heart to you
They say that I existed
And my love for everyone apart from myself was true.
But soon my mere words maybe forgotten
Just an other name on an old grave
Hidden under the overgrowth
No one remembers or cares
Remember me if you can
As I once did you
In your hearts and your prayers.
Peter Dome. Copyright.29015. May.
Please read what I wrote and add the next stanza
Anyone and everyone welcome
Please write in the first person ie:I
My Advice
I read a poem, yesterday
About just made me cry
This person wrote
They frighted one day they'd die
I said hey buddy,
You know, you only have to close your eyes
And when you open them again
You're gonna get a big surprise
Last year when it was Halloween
I was frighted so
When my friends went to trick-or-treat
I didn't want to go
But now I'm really tired
Of being frightened sick
So I went out to by back yard
And got myself a stick
I got a knife and cleaned off
Most of the bark and twigs
The small end was my handle
But the business end was big
It was long enough to swat
A bat, out of the sky
And hard enough to pop out
A mummy's evil eye
I can't wait 'till a zombie
Sneaks up to steal my brain
Where I hit him with my stick
I'm sure he'll feel that pain
And all the other creatures
That want to cause a fright
Will be spending Halloween
In the ER on that night
JTCurtis
"Campfires It Was, Culminating The Broadened-
Shores"..."As Airboat-Sliced, Through The Morning-
Mist!"..."Chattering-Birds, Soared The Fogged-
Clouds"..."Briefly By Chance, Appeared Her Two
White Eyes!"
"Fainted-Foots, Lightless-Graze, Goes The
Culmnist-Step"..."Autumns-Air, Raining-Down,
Chaos On Fragile-Beings!"..."Swaying To Her Path,
Slowly, Elegantly Caressing Thoughts"
"Thoughts Sweeping Panorama, Swiftly, Spell-
Binding Drammers Of Nailbitting-Suspense!"..."In
Recalls Of Fear, Memory Gripped With Cold-
Feet"..."To Frighted-Sight, Memory Recalls Anew!"
The wrongs are now righted
The Beatles have re-united
for that I expect to be knighted
but the queen might get frighted
so my lips would have to stay tighted
I must not remain unsighted
my soul may feel blighted
if touched by the mighted
the disiilusorily prided
whose tans should be hided
I don't need them or their fight!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull