Arthur swore he'd be less brotherly,
When his brother got disorderly.
He would want their mum less motherly
To get him back to being orderly
A shock from one paid as orderly
His movements are scarcely soldierly
Many things handling haphazardly,
Though his allowance quite niggardly;
Toes from shoes saying it jaggedly...
Orderly whose walks much zigzagged
And finest garments the ragged.
Categories:
jaggedly, analogy, career, change, image,
Form: Rhyme
I like to stick my head up.
Sometimes it gets lopped off.
While the angry one glares at me.
I like to give them my views.
Especially when they are unpopular.
Even when they surround me and mob me
Yelling and screaming in a threatening way.
I like to be counted.
Even when they take swords and hatchets
And lop my head off at the neck.
Even when they do it jaggedly.
That’s on them, right?
I like to stick my head up.
Sometimes it gets lopped off.
By the angry ones.
Served to me on a Santa Claus platter.
And it laughs.
Categories:
jaggedly, write, writing,
Form: Free verse
The brook follows the path of least resistance
It does not confront obstacles
It embraces them
Nature knows not war
The landscape is tranquil, peaceful
Nature likes it that way
Rolling shades of green sprinkle the velvet hills with
A myriad display of colorful flowers
Flaunting the multi-hues of the rainbow
The eye follows the brook’s unimpeded meandering path
A Monarch jig-jaggedly flies in glee
Its life will shortly come to an end but
That’s Nature’s way too
A dark brown and brittle dry leaf
Detached by a tender wind
Floats and softly lands on a fallen twig
It remembers where it came from
Clear water caresses the rocks underneath,
Whispering sweet, gurgling, purling sounds
Its watery arms embraces the smooth stones
As it fills the cracks between them
This is Nature making love with passion
Subtleties which go unnoticed to the human eye
Are nevertheless relevant in their spirit
As life unfolds its evolution.
When we make love. who sees us?
Sometimes we don’t even see each other
We often forget that love is tender, giving,
Nurturing, healing and compassionate
Nature knows this –
We should too.
Categories:
jaggedly, love, nature,
Form: Prose
In Barren Fields
I jaggedly walk in barren fields
Where my brother waits for me
And angels descend with their shields
To protect his soul thru eternity
I gather strength to build my wills
Pensive and lost, cold and alone
Then I sit amongst the daffodils
Looking at his name scribed in stone
Tears running down my face
But he would not want me to cry
If I could only take his place
In barren fields of wounded sky.
Dedicated to those who have lost a loved one...either through external wars or internal wars.
02/09/2017
Sadness / Contest
Sponsored by/ Silent One
Categories:
jaggedly, death of a friend,
Form: Quatrain
I am from a place where the sun shines
Full of many many traffic signs.
I am from a place where we play baseball
WHACK
And umpires make calls.
I am from a place where there is an Arch
And where the cheese is full of starch.
I am from a place where runners run raggedly
Rather than jaggedly.
We are home to the ice cream cone, hot dog, and iced tea.
But are not near the sea.
I am from a place that has many teams.
Where two rivers flow as a stream.
Our colors range from red, to white, to blue
Because there’s nothing better than living in the Lou.
Categories:
jaggedly, adventure,
Form: Free verse
She stood there throughout the years knowing one day she would no longer encounter this earth.
Her fingers gripping the cold soil sinking in every inch of her hurt.
Her limbs hung low and her texture clung dry.
Her brittle hair barely gusting in the abandoned night sky.
Symbolic words and letters carved in jaggedly around her side.
She never complained and gave cover when the morning cried.
She enjoyed all of her existence in the sun.
It was life that was against her time that had just begun.
Categories:
jaggedly, destiny, life, tree,
Form: Rhyme
Canoe, golden brown inking rust colored depths, reflects the shape of my buried soul in rootless flight
Grassy banks envelop the waters and root the hoary trees that are the ghostly spectres bending
To reach for me with blackened toothed arms jaggedly carving silhouettes into the waning light
Hush their soft murmuring, the rustle of their fading leaves the whispered voices of chis descending
Melodiously they speak of the angst simmering from where the sinful spirits are beckoning
The eclipsing moon’s tide that pulls the unhurried river meets the sullied shores of my reckoning
The shadows of a godless eternity darkens the ancient seams of life and is slowly spreading
Categories:
jaggedly, allusion, angst, life, loss,
Form: Prose Poetry
Hopelessly drowning
Among raging emotions
Turmoil and broken pieces left floating
In the most dangerous of tides of time
Cracking off the barrier of a shell once whole
Chunks disappearing of a body unknown
Empty, incomplete jaggedly standing
Storms encompassing the bottomless landing
Crashing waves engulfing
Remnants immersed in the turbulent seas
Animosity surfacing in a calming tempest
Leaving behind an underlying malevolence
Categories:
jaggedly, life, sad
Form: Free verse
Wakening to the sound of myriad birds
Chattering on in their first morning chorus
Then comes the first intermission
Silence which usually wakes the bride
This is broken by the aria of the day
A rather boring repetitious rendition
Until the back up choir blends in
Louder than before jaggedly joyous
Second intermission is somewhat longer
As whatever available petite fours
And petillant fruits disappear prior
To the return of the full ensemble
The earliest writers of opera
Had to have been early risers
Categories:
jaggedly, nature,
Form: Sonnet