Thicket like at rest
Raises as lanky limbs stretch
Scuttles hurriedly
the creek is quiet, mossy
phantoms surround inlet
safeguarding all who visits
a lonesome eagle overhead watch
me strike a match _____ flame
dies in cold breeze
silent is vast sky
slowly life appears
chameleon on sediment
gecko peeping
fire I try to kindle splutter
gasping for breath ~
orange tongues appear
god’s original juices
consecrated ibis lands as if
sent from Nile where I drank
waters centuries before
sweet solitude filled with
memories of pharaohs
chariots, hieroglyphs
inlet waters fill voids in mind
I’m inconsequentially cosmic
egyptian geese descend
estuaries flow through limbs
nurturing blood …
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I don’t want my limbs chopped off.
That’s what mental illness is.
Not in my mind,
There’s an apple tree.
Around there.
The filing cabinet is there but stretched thin.
I don’t want my limbs chopped off.
So I’ll sing a song about it.
Loud alarms ringing.
It makes me happy so.
Still fraying.
Afraid of alarms, but running toward them.
Everything could be red but it’s not that way.
Everything could be: so it is.
I don’t want my limbs chopped off.
I’m not an octopus.
Nothing grows back anymore.
Except for mental illness.
Yes.
In a dissociative state.
They would rain back down.
Like a cannonball!
Spiralling toward the sky and me.
In the end I don’t want my limbs chopped off.
Or so they say.
These silent pages, barren, white,
as still as any snow-filled night,
will come to life when dawn begins to breathe.
Then words, in fresh emotion caught,
like wind-blown leaves from limbs of thought,
drift down to paint the emptiness beneath.
In vivid colors, crisp and clean,
they whirl across the frozen scene
and circle in a poem like a wreath.
Crick, Crack,Pop!,—“Ow!”, ach… won’t my joints of ache
never relent? The tension—every move—
with each attempt to loose—a rigid groove—
my muscles,—all efforts to simply break
the pressure,—ayayaye,so,taut—,to shake
free my body, to feel the strain improve,
I’ve tried to stretch myself so to remove
the overwhelming cramps and pangs, which rake
my shambling corpse.—But ill I find no cure
to remedy such condition as that mine;
Six months’ wait ’til a doctor checks my spine,
—and even then who knows if they’ll be sure
what sickness ails my feeble, failing form?
I’ll blow it off: pain has become my norm.
following day storm
the yard becomes covered by limbs
hiding squirrel seen
Beneath a galloping wind
I am gathering fallen twigs and
other broken scrub.
Suddenly, head bent to this
thoughtless labor,
I am aware,
now upon my unheeding skin
fox ears prick up.
The pink shells
of seeking fingertips
trace my shoreline.
An ocean spills over
the walls of my heart.
Flocks of Robins shower down,
a gift from the racing sky?
Swift time is confounded,
I am transfixed.
This very windblown acre
instantly revealed,
as just one more feature
within a sky-wide heaven.
Several
forever fading
fragments of
one single
shattered dream.
Who’s streams
of significance
flow far behind
the shadows of time.
leaving behind
their minimal
minor moments .
Which forever engrave
themselves
deep within
the depths of my
shattered heart .
Winter grace
fading in silhouettes
falling through oak limbs
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winter has arrived
ill winds have despoiled the leaves~
bare limbs and branches
Our time to spin round the world,
Back to rock n' roll!
Springtime leach's wings speak a lot
Back to rock n' roll
I've been to Mars still never let hopes
In flyin' around the world
Our time to spin round the world,
Back to rock n' roll
Fistful figurative piece of word
Back to rock n' roll
Riverside fresh, beaches of green
Really melodic peaches of leaves
Dancin' along, ready for any brawl
Back to rock n' roll
Time soon turns over
No more time to do things slower
Our time to spin round the world,
Back to rock n' roll
Seaside salty, beaches of sand
Really melancholic shrieks of leaves
Singin' all day in a lot of woes,
Back to rock n' roll
Our time to spin round the world,
Back to rock n' roll!
Autumn-time its morbid limbs alone
In silence beg for more
Our time to spin round the world,
Back to rock n' roll
Fistful figurative piece of word
Back to rock n' roll
(A typical example of poetic Rock Songs' Lyrics)
sunlight blinks softly
through naked, wise old branches
yearning for spring thaw
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limbs cage the spirit
precipice or protection
moments to ponder
bare tree limbs and trunk
winter wizard waved his wand
gifted a white coat
*Lurched Lousy Limbs*
thick soles seducing
eerie earth scrunching
tracing tactic trudges
cowering cornered crushes
pale paths tucked
gaunt gaze; gulp!
mystic monster smirked
nocturnal nature athirst
felon fondling first
then a twist
lurched lousy limbs
dactyls callous covering
goblin moved monster
dragging dainty disaster.
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~Note~ A goblin fought with a monster who'd claimed dominance before its arrival. At the approach of the goblin, the dactyls made per the feet of the monster were covered by the enormous goblin's. The goblin at that moved the monster and then a fight ensues. A claim on dominance.
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