mark
time camp-
ing
in
a worldly chair
near your body
fun
scene motion which is a
pendulum at best because to swing
is
not at all a curse from birth but rath-
rather what the hanged man calls
for
once he sees from upside down the exit
door that traps death in with us
Sulfurous pipettes steamed the last omega-crystal, the sore branch leeches its last resplendence of the season, and bookish kept in the bow of the festoon of leaves, and simple guurlick fabled and abreeze, and so the fruit spins eons and greater fawning realizations. If it was given perchance a look that it does actually have like saphire light that is without blueish asks, lesser boughs keel and balk and besties look for the lowest mark, and coax when next the wicked wind, that throws this fruit from timid limbs and unfurls that one waxing pearl, the low hanging fruit artfully yearns.
failure hangs from my shoulder
and it is too late to take my dreams back
they are now locked inside a vault
and fate hid the key inside a black hole
failure hangs from my shoulder
and my lover has long departed my shore
the one who shared the consciousness
the one who shared the dream
Another minute passes
Another one is gone
The sun has fully faded
Safe to hide until dawn
An observer of this mess
A passenger on this ride
Backed into the corner
While golden children thrive
When uncertainty invades
Stomach fills with dread
Make amends with myself
Before heartbreak comes again
Self-worth is a fragile egg
As is heart, soul, and mind
Hanging on by a thread
Just trying to stay alive
Memories freezing like a winter day
Somehow I lost you I couldn't find my way
Hang on so loosely never fenced you in
Now I'm without you sometimes love never wins
Nothing lasts forever
Is it a sin?
When you played my last heartstring
You left me hanging again
Memories freezing like a winter day
How did I find out that I lost my way
Pack up my suitcase
Fold up my hands
Dig up my freedom
Help me understand
Nothing lasts forever
I guess I just can win
When you played my last heartstring
You left me hanging again
JB 2026
Unseen
Uncared for
Left crying on the floor
All but wanting more
Dismissed
Don't care
Death called out
Holding in its hand
Walking alongside the dim
Numbing to the blade
Thinking it as if it were yesterday
But it's always today
Back burner broke
Resorting to outlets
Didn't think twice to repair
Or to mend
It's fine
You'll see
When she's hanging
Outside the corktree.
blue bird cozy nest
she loves her cozy snag home
so lovely cute house
swinging in autumnal wind
sweet neat night dear lovely bird
Alone the moon! Along with moon!
I walk in silence, sometime laugh.
Mischiefs I do,"And it just passed."
Living, smiling; "That's what we do."
Alone the moon! Along with moon!
Skies closing eyes before I sleep.
Wakes me up after I go to dreams.
Laughing, hoping; "That's what we do."
An Ode To Our Hanging Laundry
Like the colorful banners of knights of old
Surrounded by their heralds and mesnie bold,
Our laundry doth wave on the clothes hanging lines
As if it too is meant for heraldic signs.
The socks are displayed like pennoncelle.
All our intimate secrets playful to tell.
Our underwear are our prideful banderole
As if we are knights-errant out on patrol.
Our banner of arms are our shirts hanging free.
They declare our wealthlessness for all to see.
The pants are hung as our heraldic standard.
In them we are wont to go a wee dandered.
Without our clothes hung for all to gaily see
How are we to know who it is that we be?
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I am cute hanging,
red apples falling,
oh no ~ they eat me.
the wind chimes hang aimlessly
a rare event on a summer day in Kansas
they are usually whipping around
jingling a cheery tune
as if we are getting ready to be blown to Oz
I comb your shadow hanging on the dream wall
swinging on the dim ceiling
sometimes you grin up there
sometimes you laugh so sweetly in the silence
my fingers are always thirsty, touching your dark jaw
your waving mane
so fragrant in the night air
I will pull a piece of the blanket
letting your shadow crawl to my side
and fall asleep together until dawn erases your shadow
white as a wedding cake and bride’s satin dress
feathers as whimsical and frothy as white lace
delicate and delightful, the dove flew into the room
bringing a sense of peace and joy, hope hanging on her edges
the hawks were disturbed; they wanted war and turmoil
they cringed a bit, feeling that God was in the house
The
rich joy
of the earth's
diversity
The clover meadow
a wildflower delight
Snapshot of bumblebees drinking
valuable nectar liquid
Sucking through its narrow proboscis
June is the time for our dreams to come true
poesy curse of hanging fruit strings
a pool topped up to the brim
will spill over
to
endless
drips
of
drivel
slops
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