Are we that cold-blooded?
NOT to be crass but had to butt-in...
Because although some might pass, there is a question I have been wondering?
If a lizard loses its tail, becoming derailed instead of jailed...
Who are the ones in charge, one might see or say thus far?
An overlord of the rent money spent, pent up yet NOT eating crickets,
As they seem or tend to chirp when all lizards should be getting out of church...
Scales weigh in what the scaly reptilian skin would be akin to,
The fact that we knew all along as we grew new tails,
After the olds ones were ripped off, being scoffed at by older dinosaurs,
Of course! Our necks stick out!
I would stick mine out for you.
Not just a mating call but what we are supposed to do.
I thought you knew. It is true.
A lanterne is a five line quintain verse shaped like a Japanese lantern with a syllabic pattern of one, two, three, four, one.Each line able to stand on its own, and the poem may or may not have a title which sometimes forms an integral part as a 6th line
#1
Black,
yellow,
brown, or white--
partitions skin
deep.
#2 WATER MEADOWS
rush
and sedge
hide shady
ponds--teeming
with
life
#3
by
the stream
so shallow,
weeps a willow
tree.
#4 DAYSTAR
dawn
tinges
the bleak sky--
hope enlightens
all
#5
a
sea mist
rolls inshore---
daydreams deluge
me
#6 BIRDSONG
lost
in the
soft mist of
a September
dawn
#7 EQUINOX
Rain
droped leaves,
spotted gold--
scatter in the
wind
#8 MONA LISA
Her
gaze and
smile followed
his every
step
#9
bells
tolling
on the wind--
old memories
die
#10
a
dry rock--
out of the
white water of
life
#11 HIGH RISE
Thin
spires
in the breeze---
tasselled teasels
touch
Lanterne #12
Faint
May breeze----
in the trees
ripples shaded
green
M-ay
Y-our
L-ife
E-njoy
N-ice
E-xcellent
T-opic
A-new
B-ecause
I-t
L-iterally
E-ases
Topic: Birthday of Mylene M. Tabile (July 09)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I remember when the little buggers
hit the elementary school -
the apologetic tone
of the school nurse
as she informed me by phone,
And the hate I felt
when I went to pick my daughter up
and the teacher said,
“Take her home, clean her up, and have her back in the morning.”
… and she wasn’t even dirty.
This feeling is really indescribable
here having paper and pen in hand
with a mind so full of many thoughts
these my tools shows my literal stand
One's thoughts independently alone
not belonging to anyone else at all
it's awesome to think on this fact
freedom is mine so get on don't stall
So many a message within my scope
subjects aplenty that I can choose
what's most worthy to dwell upon
want to take away someone's blues
Always be open to your spirit
to be lead in ways you know not
allow yourself to be shocked
literally free can't be bought
Treasure this gift that you have
your message is in you unique
stay solely true so now be free
it'll make you strong never weak
(quote from a famous poet
"An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose." Langston Hughes)
Oh buzz off you crazy crazy hornet
Trying to land here upon my buttock,
Here I am eating my crispy cornet
Lazing naked in my garden hammock.
Tried to coax it with my berry ice cream
But alas it seems unprepared or blind,
Dancing upon an invisible beam
Homing in on me with a one track mind.
Could it be I’ve enhanced the essence air
With a gross wind to further relieve me,
Or is this a mock symphony of flair
Of a Britain’s got talent “Bumble Bee?”
His “The classical flight” winning first prize
In pain my swelling one hell of a size!
© Harry J Horsman 2015
My last words (not literally)
By Asianae Aikey
I don’t have enough time
To say what I want to say
Too many goodbyes
Too many hugs to give
Too much pain
So much I feel on the inside
It’s clawing its way to the outside
It’s ugly and frightening
Twisting out in the dark tunnel
Hiding in the darkness
Waiting for its next victim
I have so many people I want to see
So many people I want to leave
I want to be alone
I want everyone around me
I just don’t know what I want any more
I don’t know where to go
Or who to turn to
Sometimes I wish that I wasn’t here
Sometimes I wish that someone would notice the pain that I am in
That someone would come and try to save me
Be my champion
Be my hero
Goodbye cruel world
Goodbye messed up people
But the last goodbye goes to me
(This isn’t true, it’s just a poem)
EKPHRASIS LITERALLY – a biography
Alliteration,the starting place, alongside
cinquains,apace in time,crystalline
lanterne and rhyme.Inspiration drew forth
footle,broken monoku for a while short
imagist was my style.Sequenced longer
poems metamorphose within this crysallis
changing into ekphrasis.Open,and free to be,
as you see,structured prose poetry.With
cadence and pause,others hear my voice,
aural phrasis now this poet’s choice.
Listen to me recite this ekphrasis on youtube under the pen name ichcthyschiro
has your mind ever gotten faster than your writ it sounding so good
When people have trouble to see
And say could you spell that for me
Put laughs on delay
And let their mind stray
Respond T H A and a T
This poem came right of the top of my head.
So I apologize if none of my words make sense.
Ya see I think most of the people my age are going through a really rough time.
There's a so called big world out there, and its our identity that we have to find.
Constantly we are molding by good, bad outside forces. So today I am country chic, tomorrow I might be a geek. Or better yet, a Jersey Shore drama queen.
But whatever it is, who ever I am, we are at some inward point we want to be wanted.
Sadly wasting our good young years for a hopeless cause.
Only to get older more mature and wish we could go back.
Knowing what we know now, to make things right. To not waste life.
But I guess that's the learning process.
I say all of that to say this. It all came of the top of my head. In literally 2 minutes. And that's it.
My heart was literally broken for the longest time
Written By Dean Masciarelli
Monday, March 29, 2010
My heart was literally broken for the longest time
And I didn’t know how I could still be living
After all the time that I had spent alone
More or less surviving and breathing like I had been
Because I didn’t feel alive after my heart was broken
And after the deed was all said and done
And literally set in stone with a point of no return
That’s when I had forgotten who I was as a person
Because I got lost in the confusion that I had been in
Especially after all the hurt that I had seen from being alone
But hopefully with a few more blessings and a little more time
Something really good will happen soon
Because I am so ready to feel complete and whole again
So that I wont have to be hurting like I had been ever again
Because I am truly ready to embrace life with someone
Who is loving and caring and kind
Who can love me and accept me for all that I am
But can also be my lover and my best friend
Like I would with them in return so that I can finally
put this past of mine behind and truly start living again
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