Tomorrows Bells
David J Walker
It’s nature’s way of warnings
The chirping’s and howling’s
And tolling’s of bells
Clouds gatherings
And scatterings of
Of aberrant feelings
That dwells
In the late-night starlight
And the variant paths to
The various Heavens and Hells
The lines and their moving’s
In contractions and swells
The heart knows what
Comes and goes
In the dark tolls
Of tomorrows bells
Categories:
howlings, allegory,
Form: Rhyme
I heard the wind scouring trees
As around my head danced whirling leaves,
In the sky, the clouds they raced
Scudding, at some graceless pace.
The wind gave voice, in manic howlings
As chimney pots surrendered cowlings,
Any hope of calm now cast asunder,
For in the distance, rumbled thunder.
A crack, a flash, blinding, bright,
Lightning sparked to my delight,
Who is not humbled by a storm,
For 'tis the day, being reborn.
Categories:
howlings, earth, power, storm,
Form: Rhyme
The weeping widow wept as she tended to his fatal wounds, the winds whispered through the woods, the widows wailing woke the howlings of the wolves.
Categories:
howlings, death,
Form: Alliteration
Earth's nature provokes sacred as a rooster,
crowing greetings
invoking today's meetings
toward GodSun's rise.
World worn spirits
sacred as a wolf
howling toward full moon light
enough for fierce feast feeding times
rendering EarthMother's nourishing sublimes.
In between rabidly distancing Yang
and radically inviting Yin,
both intrusive greetings
and inclusive meetings,
wildly ecstatic
co-emphatic
sacred life
means not yet death
of nature's howlings.
Categories:
howlings, beauty, earth, good morning,
Form: Free verse
FIRE
In every man is a decreed madness
A hidden urge for progress
It torments the mind like spikes of Jesus's crown
As like a potent atomic bomb
Ready and timed to explode
It's that feel to be great like God
Breaking open with ideas and motives
That are long hatched plans for tomorrow
Only if time shall allow it's mercy enough
Then eggs of this incubated shall crack
Opening to the world a challenge
Yes
Yes dear people
One mans success is a battle line for the other
They are to fight to cross and achieve
Instead of long, long howlings of failures
When this conquered one day, beaten one day
The joy is a good job done
Grease to the elbow of you, a worker
A real man, man of strengh, Oh hercules
As yours is a crown of gold
What men ought to earn been real men
Explode with ideas, explode with strengh
Achieve the ultimate
Climb the mountain to God, where Heaven shine.
Categories:
howlings, education
Form: Imagism