inpired by contest theme
Will
my verse
reach your ear
can
your eye
stay the course
Does
unconvention
confound
the rhythm
of your eyes
Take
a deep breath
exhale and read
between my lines
unphased
by phrase and
habitude
or human voice
The choice
is always
yours if
my poem will
be or is
not to be
a tune upon
your ear
OPEN VERSE
Will my verse
reach your ear can
your eye stay the course
Does unconvention
Confound the rhythm
of your eyes
Take a deep breath
exhale and read
between my lines
unphased by phrase and
habitude or human voice
The choice is always
yours if my poem will
be or is not, to be
a tune upon your ear
THE POET
Turning twisting torment
his soul erupts upon his page-
Melancholic thoughts
drip drip endless tedium
into the reader's eye-
obtuse,remote emotions
stagnate as still waters
stifle life squeeze
vitality to death
A POET
I picked up this
pen let it loose
upon this page
just as WCW
did with her 'reply'
to his 'just to say'
so matter of fact
so every day
a note, husband to wife
can become so well read
albeit after the poet's
dead
Listen to me read these poems on youtube under the name ichthyschiro
Will
my verse
reach your ear
can
your eye
stay the course
Does
unconvention
confound
the rhythm
of your eyes
Take
a deep breath
exhale and read
between my lines
unphased
by phrase and
habitude
or human voice
The choice
is always
yours if
my poem will
be or is
not to be
a tune upon
your ear
~September of remembrance to savor, after grueling August drought,
~Ever so pleasing, such as enjoying just one rain spout.
~Priming is timing an equinox change, adjusting period format,
~Timing is crucial as squirrels scamper about storing their winter’s fat.
~Enormous are the compose piles in back yards and the wilds,
~Major rich habitat, create images of squirming earth worm smiles.
~But yes, four seasons for good reason change human attitude,
~Enough recycles, and change rearrange human habitude.
~Remembering the equinox of fall, expressing to Creator some gratitude.
In Honor of Carol Brown
And Contest: Fall is Just Around The Corner
September, a moment to savor after grueling August drought,
a season of pleasing, such as giving just one rain spout.
Soon an equinox change will adjust period format,
as squirrels scamper about storing their winter’s fat.
Leaves of compose piles in back yards and the wilds,
a rich habitat, create images of squirming earth worm smiles.
Shorter days meet to the changing phase of the equinox,
as one will adapt to nature’s way, setting back clocks.
A September to remember sure, enjoying nature’s clout,
a kind of precedent round to remind one, without a doubt.
Sacred principles in keeping good use of the fallowness,
of the coming winter’s splendor of the rest of Sabbath bliss.
Oh yes, four seasons for good reason change human attitude,
cycles of recycles, and change rearrange human habitude.
In Honor of: Brian Strand.
And Contest: September.
The bells of distant memory
a whisper might disturb
Escape the garish forces
flooding every sense
I think I hear those bells
think I hear them pause
in counter-habitude for what has passed
Something in the nature of Earth's breathing porous life demands a rest
Now again I hear those distant bells commence
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