I just want to
Walk within her words of innocence
hand in paw a steady vigilance
As she goes about her path of life
till her soul is a force not a myth
and one the world won’t contend with
I just want to
Sit in silence within her insecurity
lap up the tears of invulnerability
Steady her hackle through Those hidden times
And fight threw the trying emotions when she can’t
If only this confused world would let me pant
I just want to
to taste her breath
upon my neck
and feel her words of lust
lay her stanza down in a bed
and cover her thoughts with love.
I just want
Categories:
hackle, 12th grade, adventure, animal,
Form: Rhyme
What beauty in your vices
my precious perfect Being In Total Control of Herself
with flash of fang and hackle
for those unruly pups
amiss
of which fashion to behave
indeed too inbred
to be phased
by your stately curled lip
perhaps
that gene of language
their generation skipped
for I have heard it said
that above all other primates
you read body language best
in my opinion better than
most humans put to test.
Categories:
hackle, appreciation, dog,
Form: Ode
You made me what I am
Yet you look at me with bewilderment as I turn to stone
Once I was soft, sweet, and full of love
Now I hide beneath a hollow shell
Afraid to be truly seen by anyone
Knowing if they do they will never love me
You gave me this armor
When you split me into a million pieces
You fell in love with the softness that lies in the center
But it was you that tore at it until it disappeared
And now you wonder where it is
And still you expect that same kind of love
The love of someone that sees true beauty in the small things
You tore that from me
As a monster that desires to drown all hope
And haunts the dreams of the innocent
I long for the time before you
All I want is to go back to the person I was
Before you suffocated me and stole my light
There have been those that deserve that part of me
Because of you I can't let anyone in
Because of you no one touch the softness that I hide
I hate you for that
You took apart a piece of me that you never deserved
I scream to have it back
And all that answers is the dry hackle of who you made me
Silly child, love is lost to you forever
Categories:
hackle, anger, anxiety, depression, lost
Form: Free verse
the two footed tackle
we would deem most likely to raise authority’s hackle
so better the elbow
to the back of the head like a blundering backhoe.
Categories:
hackle, adventure, allusion,
Form: Clerihew
There was a gent named Hackle
With a temper he’d oft unshackle.
He was known to scream
Uttering curses in a stream
And then pop, snap, and crackle.
Categories:
hackle, humor,
Form: Limerick
WOMAN WRITER
If interviewed on the subject of the sonnet
What man has brought me endless cups of tea?
They’ll say I’ve got a Queen Bee in my bonnet
The male groupies will not type my poems for me.
What golden mother lives without inspiration?
What sister can be truly herself, and tackle
The canon in the patriarchal cold, the purgation
Of miles of libraries with the truth a hackle?
The worst thing is that there’s no male muse -
I don’t feel the marginalisation or the neglect
Quite as much as the possibility I might lose
The reader in the absence of his call-collect -
And I must be very careful with my man -
I lose a husband if I kiss a fan.
by Rosemarie Rowley
Categories:
hackle, world,
Form: Sonnet
Just a circle in the dark, paved roadway
A halo of light in a blackened world
Just a ray of sunlight in a forest of shadows
Pointing straight while others have curled
Moving on, and searching the horizon
Just a lighthouse on a stormy night
A beacon to the shops in the harbor
So consumed with pure terror and fright
Sunlight to the clouds in the sky
A rose in a hackle of thorns
Just a circle of light in the darkness
One in white among millions who mourn
You shine to all those who surround you
Don’t blow our for the need is dire
And with your light, you lead the way
You have the power to change and inspire
ENLIGHTENMENT, HOPE, AND HARMONY
4-23-13
Categories:
hackle, beautiful, light,
Form: Quatrain
I have seen it many times
The come from behind
The come from behind
The come from behind
And the chanting crowd of gold;
And it will not be last this upsetting.
The marathon separates will from mettle
And mortal
From immortal memory.
I have seen the runner steadfast
And who for steadfastness settle
Find victory
When front flesh pestled by the hackle
Of burning lung
Drinking more oxygen than that percentage
In the heritage of air,
Frets away into the tiredness of despair.
A man who cannot run anymore
Leaves a note of surrender
To the one who goes before
Stay the course, do not despair your position
The wind of change is sudden
And invisible in the heart of man,
And invisible what is in the heart of man.
Categories:
hackle, on work and working,
Form: Free verse