a po-am...a toil
letting of
word...sound-dings
that splash
meanings...of an
idea-as a
lane-gauge...for some
word flow
from an id-as...clear
stan
Categories:
gauge, absence, addiction,
Form: Free verse
When you at very first
Walk into a room
Remember to take your time
To gauge the mood
And get to know
The audience you are
Playing to as well
And most probably
You will end up getting on
And manage pretty well
To be able to leave
Without the prospect and thought of you
Being the hot topic of conversation
Gossiping and talking about you
Behind your back
As soon as you have just left
Categories:
gauge, preschool,
Form: Free verse
In the previous post I talked about a limited tool, LANUGUAGE.
What on earth is a LANUGAUGE?
Think LAN u Gauge
A Gauge for a LAN: Limited Area Network
Please don not limit your area to the West, or East, or Earth. A multiverse with galaxies await you
Categories:
gauge, education, language, word play,
Form: Didactic
counting every star
under a giant awning…
prefer train spotting
Harry J Horsman © 2020
Categories:
gauge, i am,
Form: Senryu
Feeling Cold Wind Gauge Every Footfall
As I ran across the smooth gleaming ice
beating heart a true miracle thus felt
would a true love in life serve to suffice
or drown me in waters where then ice melts?
Feeling cold wind gauge every footfall
spirit cried, bow thee to sweet romance
life oft is chasing that high bouncing ball
and risking it all on a gambling chance!
Safe upon firm land and sought after shore
soul rejoiced with deep sigh of relief
reminding me of my dark lust for more
and how I oft abandoned true belief!
Now I look back at, waters once flowing.
Realize most of life, was spent not knowing!
R.J. Lindley, November 24th, 1979
Sonnet, ( Ten years spent in deep grieving )
Note: Days of youth, spent fighting the onslaught
of world's savage blows and Fate's ticking clock.
Categories:
gauge, art, endurance, grief, growth,
Form: Sonnet
Rain is in the air.
Is it the clouds gathering
that tells me so?
No. It is the ache.
That rears it's head when
dampness fills the air.
I creak and I groan.
Now that's a new sound.
What a way to predict rain.
I am more accurate
than the local weatherman.
Not once have I been wrong.
I am a rain gauge.
An Old Wives Tale come to life.
Come hear my joints pop.
Categories:
gauge, life
Form: Light Verse