The winter winds are frostily howling,
their bloodhound companions are searching
Under a crimson moon scarlet glowing
And I e-scapegoat dream
of a new life
On the other side of Dawn
Runaway thoughts
keep me on the rabbit shun
Desperately trying to get to the woke realization;
that sunrise stun,
the radiant feeling of freedom
Wading thru the Tennessee fog,
following the North Star
To an unfettered fate
that awaits
After ev’ry next day
Midnight dreaming in a murky bog
That a life of liberty
is like an Exodus cloud moving
from pyramid underground task,
premature burial bent
To a Promise Land, no questions asked
‘bout the dog wags sent
Can’t get caught up in wistful thinking
just yet
Not when liberty lies
on the other side of the misty mountain
Til then, before the night fades away ...
I keep my fleeing hopes chained to my bosom
A dash, so death daring true,
as my heart race to the new Dawn horizon —
Into a sacred space
that oasis awaits
After ev’ry next day
Freedom arise anew,
with each wet pillow embrace
A joyous splash,
that leaves no fetter tear trace
12-01-20
Categories:
frostily, feelings, freedom, future, visionary,
Form: Narrative
Formidable floundering frisky fish followed furiously,
Flogging fourteen flustered freshman froggies
Furious followers filed fine-tuning finesse
Frostily furthering fruitless froggy fortitude.
Categories:
frostily, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Alliteration
That iceberg epidermal cold wasn’t skin mythical
Mean vanilla bean uttering
was hardwood cord,
like a pirate plank board
Arctic words, cryo breath abominable —
Crystalline cruel viper vapor
violently falling like blizzard snow
Sub-zero white noise,
so cottonmouth cold-blooded,
is middle finger digital flooded
Building virulent cell blocs of ICE
at an igloo separation insane, inhumane price
Listen to the avalanche wind
dog whistling
Feral language twas cold Siberian
Abominable Snowman
loves speaking haughty Himalayan
Yeti frostbite send
is how the ICE Age extinction began
Such an Ivory behemoth clone
with a detestable heart tone,
so pachyderm pulse bitter cold to the bone
Seeking a Caucasian occasion
to angrily sound the Aryan alarm
That code blue-eye speech: Antarctica chill sensation
got cadaver cold, flatline charm
And the snow globe tears ain’t melting,
while the icy fear remains frozen
Abominable Snowman
frostily says, color blind fools
ain’t got a Hades snowball chance
Yeti still don’t demise know,
a warm aurora glow
was rainbow halo sent in advance
Categories:
frostily, allusion, imagery, symbolism, word
Form: Rhyme
We are not familiar –
we are city dwellers.
We have passed each other
on crowded city streets.
Proud yellows protruding
through concrete cracks.
I have danced with “lady slippers”
in a shaded cluster of trees –
marveled at their footwork,
I have cheered the dandelion,
that tenacious little terror,
for its unrelenting determination
to survive our mindless hate.
Small purple bells hang -
silent chimes adrift on
winnowing winds.
Bright red, the spiral twirl
of hybrid wanderers,
bred of pollinations need.
White buds of frostily
exhaled “babies breath”
lay low against the shrubs.
So I walk the city,
untamed gardens,
each earthy patch a home
where beauty may take root,
smile at passersby.
I thank the fickle winds of fate
for taunting the towering
shade makers, planting
each colored sun drop
amid the gray.
We are not “familiar”
we are city dwellers.
John G. Lawless
4/16/2016
Categories:
frostily, flower, spring,
Form: Free verse
Frostily, your teeth clench when you say
Do not let yourself be so bush league:
Turn around, chin up and walk that way!
So, despite my self-doubt and fatigue
And, trusting you, I will go astray.
Having spent my life trying to prove
Myself something more than a loser
Once again, I find it hard to move
Without advice from my abuser...
But I know you would disapprove.
I possess neither smartness nor luck,
Pre-determined by genetic code
Toward a fate resembling havoc,
When I faced a fork along the road
Your voice smacked me along for luck.
Though my strong preference would have been
To chose the path of least resistance
Mediocrity would be a sin
Since you trained me for persistence...
Yet, still, this road of humiliation.
Categories:
frostily, parody, me,
Form: Lyric