Like as the waves make toward the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Quote from Shakespeare’s Sonnet LX
Lines one and two
Source: The works of Shakespeare
Ward, Lock & Co Limited
London, Melbourne and Toronto 1911
Blank Canvas
Our earth has colours rich beyond compare
The force of nature we shall never tame.
Where hidden treasures underground so rare
Reminds us daily nothing stays the same.
The tapestry of life is woven fine
Each thread depends upon the master’s loom.
Connected through the one who is divine
Ensuring colours with each season bloom.
Create: the artist paints from canvas blank
The strokes of life are seen upon our face
On bended knee we know who we must thank
Bright colours of our lives we must embrace.
These precious gifts shall treasure till the end
Upon our death our soul then must ascend.
Christine 20/4/2025
Categories:
lx, art, nature, wisdom,
Form: Sonnet
When his father-in-law got him
into the poultry biz in Rhode Island
Joe had not fully contemplated that
first day to market when he
when he failed to truss and bag the birds
properly, a holy-moly cock-up so
when he tossed them into his ’02
Honda Accord LX to parlay
the beasties down 95 South RI,
they managed to wriggle free
the chickens did, got loose
from the burlap sack
the chickens did, flapping anarchy,
and mayhem, and bad policy about
the Aught-Deux’s upscale cabin,
the mad bastard capons pocking
fine leatherette and Boze while
Bad Chicken Farmer Joe flailed away,
fowl and feathers, feathers and fowl
flailing, clawing, at the faux cherry
wheel, finally rip-cording his failed way
down exit 8A for Quonset Point,
where, at the light, the cross-walkers froze
glaciating, mightily at the cockerel mayhem
unraveling inside a popular Midclass Sedan.
Categories:
lx, animal, car,
Form: Free verse
L,
While you're gone my mind tumbles
toward the sea
aimlessly bobbing
against the rocks and the anguish
of a washed up surf
waves move me in
and move me out
of my own way
I reach for the light of day
the sights soften the blows
searched amongst the silhouettes
inscribed in long lost soliloquy
darkness beckons
I breathe
I can only breathe in
the scents you left in your wake
I'm awake now
still but awake
awaiting
you're away and I'm reading
swept away and I'm needing
time, your precious precious time
Categories:
lx, love, miss you,
Form: Free verse
Tender as cuddling arms, this godly place
Bright the jasmines that pose in laced dresses
Enchanting my soul with bliss all around;
That paints this unbridled colorfulness.
No panels of steel gates here, or mown grass
That disapprove of a fancy free tread…
Where I graze the meadow, in abandon
Relishing the scent of air overhead.
Oh jasmine sprigs are fondled by the breeze
Where birdsong trills on moonlit summer skies;
That kindles inner holiness in me
As lush artworks enthuse these joy-filled eyes
Even in winter’s hand, buds glint the dew
That’s why I love nature staying aglow,
As any cycle thrills my thankful heart …
To pray for her dear life… to richly flow.
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Posted 6/05/2016
Contest of Rob Carmack, Srewed lX
Categories:
lx, joy, nature, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme