Autumn recites poetry to the manless meadow.
Switch off the light for the morning sun to bestow.
Nevermore will I impanel to greet this location.
Of greed-stricken brains and utter humiliation.
A few sips of soft drink into outer space.
To submerge the truth of the matter, for instance.
Is emphatically my strategy of permeability.
Somehow in this suffocating world fantasy.
My heart is a flower that has yet to bloom.
With frigid north winds and dreary fall gloom.
The picky masses crammed into rushing cars.
The same auld roads, the same auld traffic scars.
Exploring the changing hues of the leaves in the fall.
Broken pieces of golden light and low cloud squall.
Smells akin to a campfire on an autumn night.
The land is lit by an oak tree sunbeams light.
Categories:
manless, analogy, autumn, beautiful, clothes,
Form: Rhyme
Autumn recites poetry to the manless meadow,
Morning dew glistens and the sun is mellow.
I enjoy a cool walk in morning's freshness,
Yet memories of lost summer linger precious.
Beside tall trees the grass is turning brown,
Birds sing as colored leaves are coming down.
I see a scarecrow, in the breeze fluttering,
And the faded dying blooms without numbering!
Autumn's here and will be with us for awhile,
I see bales of hay stacked in orderly piles,
Geese are growing restless, ready for flight,
In search of another summer and other sights.
Categories:
manless, autumn, beautiful, bird, color,
Form: Rhyme
Poison filler her tears,
As soon as he walked in she had to face her fears,
Their eyes met,
his face rained with sweat,
manless man he was,
she was more of a man than he was,
love was a language he could no longer speak of,
Betrayal sat on the tip of his tongue,
wanting to fight with her words she realized the night was too young,
too young to understand, the young ones upstairs slept,
although she looked strong, her heart wept,
his bags sat packed, greeting him,
wanting to say sorry ,he realized his voice was too dim,
sharing ones body with another woman is nothing more than a sin,
not daring to look back, he walked through the wooden door,
The devil walks in disguise, but fidelity is what he wore
Categories:
manless, fear, love hurts, marriage,
Form: Rhyme
My homeland, now, a manless desert;
My people had fled to the other side of the world
Where peace hummmed, and freedom hovered.
My candles, left in Vietnam to burn, now, extinguished;
Their crimson flames had turned into dusty, white tears.
My mournful soul, like a sorrowful serpent,
Wailed while yearning to return to the lonely nation
Where, once, a war began and, now, still endless.
I dreamed of holding the incense of love
In my heart and wept for a battlefield
That still bled bitter misery upon its soggy soil.
I longed to taste the succulent sun rise again.
Categories:
manless, sad,
Form: Free verse
Don't let me end this life
Teardrops furnish my dreams as I sleep at night
Stress keeps a writer pasting his life
Blessed to weep, wasting his night
Look only to suspended glory
This is my end story
Awakened buried in depts of sand
Several enemies carrying a manless hand
Who can account for these muderous loyalties
As curteous as poverty spoiling me
I know I'm a loser
Riding passenger side in a best friends cruiser
My reflection through this glass lense ever so tiny
For death smurks at me
Holds me in thy grips as he lurks to see
A greater figure, who won't fall past the liquor
You can forgive me for my sins
Or you can kiss you wife and catch another nut
Should you rehearse my every motion before life begins
Then I shouldn't be another one of your brother's mutts
Your holy savior
I'm not asking you to forgive my behavior
I'm falling by a ratio of useless placeabeo
Oxygen molecules to my head
Toxic as swallowing cubes of lead
Your tears sooth the tears we shed
As mine would only move the dead
So don't let me end this life
Categories:
manless, life, peace, sad, seasons,
Form: I do not know?