Sun off kilter tanning the wheat—
The crows broke into her cold fast,
As breeze stir dropped its sweetness by
The dark golden, her soupy flesh.
From childhood not cooling like
The sun off kilter tanning the wheat
Comes a girl's faithfulness on skin—
The atmosphere for pressing heat.
A sweat thaw on her boundless brow—
The girl running lost, wild and free;
The sun off kilter tanning the wheat,
Palms shake in her sign expressing—
The bleaking crows eat off her heart;
She's in their blue brassing— it speaks,
The child still not a child's bearing
Sun off kilter tanning the wheat.
Categories:
kilter, angst, bird, dark, introspection,
Form: Quatern
One day a piper, with stylish intent,
Wore a tartan kilt, in full regiment.
But with far too much swagger,
He sat down on his dagger.
Now he laments, in a high pitched accent.
5 / 4 / 2023.
Sponsor Tania Kitchin.
A Funny Bawdy Limerick Poetry Contest.
In full regiment, means, without under garments.
Categories:
kilter, military, music, soldier, tribute,
Form: Limerick
Do we ever get to expose the real person inside?
When the layers of sub diversion and control create our disguise.
Do we ever stop toning and shaping our feel of what’s wrong or right?
So many interpretations we are forced to yield darken our skies.
Do we ever know love and it’s true power without filter?
Pretend, exaggerate, give up on the straight line, accept to live off kilter?
Do we stumble until we fall?
Or, does true love simply out live us after all?
Categories:
kilter, age, appreciation, journey, life,
Form: Free verse
Jolly old Happy Jack enjoys all the notoriety
Adds much spice to life and gives it variety
Never once said
I have a level head
A little off kilter but surely no scourge on society
Categories:
kilter, happy,
Form: Limerick