An emptiness, now do they
Sky-hearted convey.
Or blow cold, with high-pitched moans
When that for our ran-through tones
As rapt shimmered. Fey!
Dawn-breathed, hearts first warmed up in
A shook house, within
To hear: "refresh, in the free.
Where to spin as tops, friendly
I'll, too, be laughing!"
Evenings what reddens
The outback's skied
Peace of parrot watches, bloodies
No such, hereabouts.
War, its effects as
Presageful of -
Across that, any bird one sees
"Angel of Death"! shouts.
COMING GOING
to go or stay or runaway avoid delay of my being here of my being there of leaving now
wondering how of roundabout hereabouts of this residence a missing prescence in this
empty house in this empty mind of being unable to decide about coming home to go or stay or run away without delay with empty hands&of an empty heart
esoteric
intricacies-
mumurs assuaged
inspired by Samuel Beckett novel& poem 'Watt'
Behind silvery gray animus clouds, the moon does hide.
The night does cry; its heartbeat rise and falls, like the tide.
Celestial, sleepless, unbending, cold night gathered overhead,
Veiling eerie shadows, eternal time with hideous guise, dread.
Idle and dank, surrounded by broken-down fencing and gnarl skeletal tree,
A grave “No TRESPASSING” sign forbidding entry to the beastly;
Hangs warding off the unwanted and those had doubts,
Only spiders spurred, floating sticky secure line hidden hereabouts.
Wind weaves through mangled limbs with howls, and spies embed
A gaunt, ghostly, hollow, hooded man, sickle in hand, in its stead;
Reaping of life, lifting his black haunting mound shroud a ted.
Condemned, refusing to release its ghostly dead.
Strain, howling, a full moon he stands, searchingly ahead;
Pain screams rip from his throat, bones, and soft tissue bled.
A stir in the air dares to forsake, on, as he falls to his knees, unfed.
Conned the night a moment longer, blood it did crave, then fled.
AFTER STYLE OF SAMUEL BECKETT ADDENDA 23(first posted Aug 2017)
to go or stay
or runaway
avoid delay
of my being here
of my being there
of leaving now
wondering how
of roundabout
of hereabouts
of this residence
a missing presence
in this empty house
in this empty mind
in making decisions
to just unwind
of being unable
to decide about
coming home
come home
to a empty house
with a empty mind
and not being able
to just unwind
to go or stay
or run away
without delay
A dead cat
there on the road.
A cat well known hereabouts;
tabby and bulgy with one ear floppy.
it used to hunt hedgerow birds
though I never saw it catch one.
It would hiss
when
it
missed.
Someone hereabouts
will miss it also.
Too slow it was,
and sadly now
forever
late.
to go or stay
or runaway
avoid delay
of my being here
of my being there
of leaving now
wondering how
of roundabout
of hereabouts
of this residence
a missing presence
in this empty house
in this empty mind
in making decisions
to just unwind
of being unable
to decide about
coming home
come home
to a empty house
with a empty mind
and not being able
to just unwind
to go or stay
or run away
without delay
After the style of addenda 23 by Samuel Beckett
This is quite a bit overdue my friends
It's an ode to brussel sprouts
Those delicious spherical bundles of joy
Not too popular hereabouts
Poor wee fellows just want to be loved
Along with all the other veggies
They've long had a real image problem
About as popular as a wedgie
Thinking of starting a worldwide petition
Anybody wishing to join
Send a hundred dollars to me, Jester Jack
You'll receive a commemorate coin
Along with the coin you'll receive a bushel
Of these oh so luscious little critters
As a bonus for ordering before December
An autographed picture of John Ritter
Hey, it rhymes doesn't it !!!
to go or stay
or runaway
avoid delay
of my being here
of my being there
of leaving now
wondering how
of roundabout
of hereabouts
of this residence
a missing presence
in this empty house
in this empty mind
in making decisions
to just unwind
of being unable
to decide about
coming home
come home
to a empty house
with a empty mind
and not being able
to just unwind
to go or stay
or run away
without delay
After the style of addenda 23 by Samuel Beckett
This quiet it crackles
Under our feet!
Leaf-rusty, nutty;
Not so discreet!
With all these mutenesses
Treed hereabouts
Autumn's shocked, stiffened
Bird, its song-bouts
Clearer heard, heart-echoed
Expressed twixt us
That harmonized for
Love's own chorus.
Grackles
I rambled along a city street
Going nowhere with no one to meet
When I espied grackles in a tree,
Stretching and heckling between the leaves.
Purplish-headed, black-feathered beings,
Perched on the branches, stately and free.
Undaunted by my drawing nearer,
Their yellow eyes traced my demeanour.
And when I stopped to observe the plague
While standing ‘neath the foliage shade,
They dropped to the ground and hopped around
Searching for bugs and seeds to swallow down.
Other birds in the vicinity,
Colourfully dressed and singing brightly,
Flitted about but could not drown out
The grackles’ cacophony hereabouts.
Their corny antics invoked my senses
To marvel that such creatures existed.
And as I continue my dreary way
In this world of bland human display,
I think of them enjoying the summer,
Filling my heart with spirited wonder.
And I chuckle to myself by chance to see
Grackles basking in tall broadleaf trees.
The slicky-slide stands silent, no shrill shouts,
No children in the playground in these hereabouts,
The swings are dangling in the breeze, I smile,
Teeter-Totters leaning in the Tower of Pisa-style.
The COVID-19 pandemic has kept the kid at home,
No children playing on the merry-go-round dome
My smile quickly turns to a sad, grimacing frown,
Someone has taken the horizontal ladders down
The park is a sad place with the playground so bare,
But, it won’t be too long before children are there.
written June 13, 2021
Image of Coyote Animal Snow by Pixabay
Coyote Corner
Coyotes are wolves near cognate brothers,
closer to jackals who are bred o'er seas,
plus, noted slang for smugglers of mothers
and tots who lacked to grasp the ABCs.
Found hereabouts the USA, merely
south of the border some ways then back up
northbound throughout Canada. Stars queerly
dusk also dawn ... wreak howls, dull stares faceup.
Coyotes balance the way that they hunt;
when they are alone, they pounce on small prey,
nevertheless, whenever they confront
larger beast's, pack forms and perfects the slay.
When faced by coyotes, thrash your body,
yell, throw objects or be a wolf and *pee.
*Though blood brothers, wolves are also a coyote's nemesis and they are quite savvy of "marking one's territory".
2021 June 1
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND SONNET
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 July 30
to go or stay
or runaway
avoid delay
of my being here
of my being there
of leaving now
wondering how
of roundabout
of hereabouts
of this residence
a missing presence
in this empty house
in this empty mind
in making decisions
to just unwind
of being unable
to decide about
coming home
come home
to a empty house
with a empty mind
and not being able
to just unwind
to go or stay
or run away
without delay
After the style of addenda 23 by Samuel Beckett
Oh, her love was for a sailor
Alas, the sailor sailed alone
So she took up with a cowboy
Who wore boots and rode a Roan
He dried her tears and held her hand
And softly whispered in her ear
He taught her how to dance real slow
And how to drink cold long necked beer
And then one day the sailor came
Fresh from the Hebrides he said
He bumped into the cowboy's boots
Tucked just beneath her feather bed
He lost his temper and turned red
And he swore he'd kill the man
She smiled and said that wasn't wise
"You had best just leave while you can"
"He's a man that can dance real slow,
"And wrestle steers for a livin'
"He breaks wild horses hereabouts
"And his heart is full of givin' "
Oh, he heard danger in her voice
And he was not a stupid man
He hoisted his bag to his shoulder
Tipped his hat - struck a trail for Cheyenne
Her life is good - good as can be
And she lost her love of the sea
She smiles when she can dance real slow
And drink beer that is cold and free
10-4-20
Contest: Completely Your Choice (21)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
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