Beneath a Tree Diary Entry Winter Equinox 1670
Diary Entry Winter Equinox 1670
Upon the twelfth hour of Winter's gail, for a moment a glorious splashed painting appear.... as the sullin clouds run...run onward toward the east.. in a misty breath of distant dreams, I remember Basho an old friend of mine. Fugi lying silent....a summit to be reached, a heavey sigh....
A wind blown memory, so long ago atop Fugi (The Winter Snow) Cherry Blossoms of Spring (below) Trees of Autumn (wind blown) days passing by oh so quick....each season now a memorable story of the time we spent upon a summer dream
beneath a tree
for a moment
I hear basho
Categories:
heavey, nature, poetry, seasons, words,
Form: Haibun
The months have past by so quickly that there isn't a day that dont go by, that I wish you were still here to get me through a bad day. Not a day goes by that I don't think about how well you were, until the day came when God came and took you away. They say you grieve in time,but no listen it never goes away.
Chaos and heartache, overcomes your thoughts. It detiriates your,soul. If I could hold you in my arms again. Or feel your hand on my face,wiping my tears away. It would be comfort. Momma since you passed away. I can not focus I can not grieve. My heart is hurting and I can not breathe. This heavey burden,makes me weak and breaks me. I am missing you more and more everyday.
Photographs,are memories that fade away. I miss our conversations, I miss your smiling face. Even when you weren't not feeling good, you would smile and make your pain go away. I miss you calling my name. I miss you so badly that I am going insane. Momma if I could hold you in my arms again and hear your voice, just one more time. I would never let you go, so I won't miss you, all the time.
Categories:
heavey, beautiful, cry, encouraging, mom,
Form: Lyric
T H E T H E T H E
H H H
W O O O W
I T L L L T I
S R L L L R S
D O E O O O E O D
O F E W E F O
M ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ M
TWIGGED KNOWLEDGE
IF YOU SHOULD CARE
BRANCH OUT AND
LEARN EACH BOUGH
HEAVEY EACH LEAF
A WORD A TINY
PIECE OF THE WHOLE
STORY ONE THOUSAND
YEARS OF HISTORY CAN
^^^^^BE FOUND SHOULD YOU CARE^^^^
Hollow poetry contest. - Sponsored by Anthony Slausen
06/10/18
Categories:
heavey, wisdom,
Form: Concrete
No 56
A two and a half bed room place,
A man and a woman with a beautiful face,
One boy, another boy then a little girl,
Two more boys as rare as a pearl,
A two and a half bedroom place,
Two adults and five of the Heavey race,
Four more girls for number fifty six,
Two adults , Nine children in that family mix,
No 56 a magical life ,
All start with the love of a man to his wife.
Categories:
heavey, birth, loneliness,
Form: I do not know?
as we drove
our boby s reload
both got hot
needed it a lot
so we pull over
it was rock sex clover
I drop a heavey load
my mind is still wet
it was
ROAD SIDE SEX
Categories:
heavey, adventure, emotions,
Form: Light Verse
a wide sea with
mysterious
puzzles
awaiting to be
solved they rise
and fall like sea
tide they are
gentle and
rough like early
waves they
blow n whistle
like desert
winds they
change like
seasons they
rise as fast as
lightening and
fall as rain they
are heavey as
lamps of
diamond they
errupt as a
volcanoe they
roar like
thunder and
they fade away
innocently like
ink.
Categories:
heavey, emotions
Form: ABC
carrying heavey load
on a bad road
go slow
the wheel are not steel
can be mole
WATCH FOR
POT HOLES
Categories:
heavey, adventure, depression,
Form: Light Verse
morning (the morning was still as my face shined in sun , my days had just begun , winds blowing all around me my hair flew in it , i could use my mind to knowleg me through the night , if so i knew where i go , but my heart was heavey, and i could only feel pain, the sounds of all these people only keeping me sain . touched from a god that so much power, my arms felt i could reach the highes tower. in this day there is not much hours , i loved the moon cause it glowed so lightly. the stars were bright as the day grew to night . as i sit here gazing out my window , i felt presence ... more »
Categories:
heavey, on writing and words,
Form: Acrostic
we're racking
and packing
we have a gold
its a heavey load
we're
GOING ON THE ROAD
Categories:
heavey, adventure,
Form: Light Verse
dark
scary
the feeling is heavey
hard
painful
hurt
sadness
sleepy
missin something you dont need
No energy
there is a cure
dont worry
we will get through this
i
promise
Categories:
heavey,
Form: I do not know?
How do you measure perfection?
Is it something you can see?
What do we have to compare it to?
Nothing's perfect and never will be
Perfection is in the eye of the beholder
It's all just a matter of taste
But still we're quick to drop labels
Though our judgments be in haste
When we say that someone is perfect
Is to say that someone else has failed
Why don't we reward on merit
And not say perfect, but excelled
Perfection is such a heavey burden
For one to always achieve
It simply means we tried our best
Not what others perceive
All of us will stand in Judgment
For all the things we've done
How many of us are found perfect?
Well, my guess would be, none
Categories:
heavey, life
Form: Rhyme
For you are not with me
the days are dim
the nights incomplete
the heart is heavey
for you are not with me
life seems stranger,death cruel
heart deserted,mind crazy
can you figure out why
let me tell thee
for you are not with me
Categories:
heavey, loss, lost love, love,
Form: I do not know?
I'm feeling blue
it's not true I know not why
because I do
It's like a rock in my heart
feels heavey and very sharp
the pain of loving you
is as real as cutting out my heart
every drop I bleed,I bleed for you
Do you care the blood I spill
to prove my love that you shun
now you know as well as I
why it is I'm feeling blue
I'm missing you
Simply not true love is best of all
the love I have for you
leaves me empty
and wanting to be cruel
every drop I bleed,I bleed for you
It's my right to cause you pain
you hurt me without a thought
I'm feeling blue believe me or not
I know it's true
My spirit is bruised black and blue
my heart is broke
my eyes don't see
my lips don't speak
I don't even breathe
nor do you
Finally I have what I need
our arms entwined
in a lovers embrace
Categories:
heavey, life, lost love, love,
Form: Romanticism