Keep on thinking young
for we will all be younger one far day away.
Time will skip away on lightsome sneakers,
time will outrun its miles to go,
time will melt its dream
of a ticking clockwork universe.
Sometime, out of time,
we will return to our prime,
the flower of being
will peak and not wither
nor will we be hostage to
the indecency of untimely entropy
for flesh will not rule over us.
Keep thinking young.
10 million years are but a short dream
for the blossoming of just one soul.
Imagine ten billion souls awakening
like beautiful flowers in Gods garden.
We shall not be old in our minds
and our mind will be our flesh,
our body will be a mirror
of our eternal reality.
Start to be younger today,
here in this mechanical timepiece
of earthly life,
for soon we will be much younger
and our light
will outshine every sun.
Categories:
lightsome, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Rain drags words out of a dark sky.
Words raw enough to grow antlers,
lightsome enough to slip between
parting flesh,
unmade words grown
from mouse ears and the stringy lips
of hollow reeds.
A long untrammeled Celtic rivering
unabridged and uttered sheer.
If I croon a cobbled nursery hymn
then that blank meaningless verse
might transmute into the ancient rattle
of pebbles on a Scottish beach,
or a seagulls blare from a bobbing coracle.
Something frail and Irish stumbles by,
size it up, seize it, snare it,
unlatch its tenuous tones, the lull and hum,
let it rest between harboring cheeks
recall itself through the hollow bones
of the fierce and fallen.
I cannot understand languages,
not broken languages and their scrabble
their luggage was ever too heavy on my tongue,
but Gaelic is a raptor in my blood
or a cuckoo born
in a ten thousand year old nest.
Here in the flood of a singing rain,
I could be damaged enough
to be what I seek,
then perhaps faraway mountains
would haunt no more.
Categories:
lightsome, poetry,
Form: Free verse
COMMUNICATION
He spoke so softly, so lovingly,
Words that caught a summer morning’s breeze
And they flew about the sleepy town
Gathering aroma, color and body
From the various flowers
And from the various trees
Oh there were garden flowers and wild flowers
Oh yes, but there were unruly green weeds.
There grew the sturdy oak, the weeping willow,
But there were sick trees with rotting fruit had
lately gone to seed
Well, the caring breeze swept right along,
But was cruelly changed by negative flow,
And words of honey began to sour
In blazing sun and rooster crow
Thus was born a tale old as Babel,
A semantic puzzle don’t you see
All aint sweetness, loving, lightsome.
Careless mouths don’t blend together
Through human fault and fickle weather
Dave Austin
Categories:
lightsome, confusion,
Form: Free verse
I got that feeling you are not love me anymore
Your kisses are as hot and cold as before
Where the reflection of San Francisco’s pier
Brings nothing to you such illusion of lightsome
I fear soon it would be over upon the warm I keep.
Courtville’s home might split in half
The cars might follow the shame
And a court battle has just begun.
Oh, God, believe me! I’m going to fight to death
To give domestic life another paramount twist,
Scream if it’s necessary but my little boy isn’t going
With her.
You blame me for all and for what it is no there
Like the time I write and make you within my limits
Nothing I could do to change color and vain
But my little boy, the one you have given to me
From the last autumn isn’t going to live with that ugly bull of yours.
Categories:
lightsome, family, father, husband, mother,
Form: Dramatic Verse