I'll break apart like a marble
of sledgehammer smashing
strangers of this fable,
I look the eye into darkness...
Heresy is a cursed word here
but its all I have ever known
since before and after dust's cleared
and too fatigue for weeds overgrown...
Strangers are often comfort and warm,
honestly without such a false charm
A shoulder for the days we so mourn
after bullies cause us shattering harm.....
Bleed into me like the tap's dripping
Fading Ghostly like a new spectrum
of failed repetitive of the names hissing
The rusty old end and a new beginning
I heard a song about a pretty bird.
As he flies, he clearly warbles,
the prettiest sound you ever heard.
Below, a boy has lost in marbles,
but he never said a word.
As he sits, the words he garbles,
Stranger things, you've never heard,
ever since he lost his marbles.
• Blazing hot ice
• Chilly open flames
• Animals wearing clothes
• Humans with no names
• Empty houses with legs
• Rats hatching from eggs
• Marbles from the water faucet
• Shucking pods and getting pegs in
I don't want to pay the price
of my own bad decisions
I wish I could run away
from this bad vision
I can't change nothing
I can't glue the divisions
so little is in my hand
to avoid the collision
I don't want to pay this price
can you spare me the pain?
come down from the sky
and tell me we'll be ok
no walk take me far enough
to make my heart forget
do miracles really happen?
I haven't seen one yet.
But if I could just no pay the price
and make you just appear
have some magic in my fingers
to turn far into near
I'll let the rain now wash
the story of my years
we are marbles in the dust
flicked inside a child-made sphere.
Jessica
I scratched my head
my brain fell out
It ambled 'cross the table
Stared at me
most curiously, grinned ~
Then pronounced me disabled
"Marbles"
losing oneself
in the dance
is like a game
of marbles
snookered
you shoot
the pot
corner hole
unlit
never never
give up
it soon
becomes
the win
when you
lose
your marbles
you're leagues
way ahead
when they drop
you take the fall
there's only
one way to go, and
that is up
twister
is not a game
it’s not all
that you’ve read
dance moves
on the floor
of life
all
lit up
marbles,
shooting shots
like long legged
legends
you take your shot
you're delerious
still laughing
like there's
no tomorrow
dance moves
on the floor
of life
all
lit up
like legends
marbles,
loose
and lost
leagues ahead
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
I seem to have lost my marbles
I've looked high and low
Now I'm in a panic...
Where did my marbles go?
It wasn't very long ago
That I thought I was switched on
But I dropped the bag
And now they have all gone
I'm anxious to retrieve them
If you see them let me know
My marbles are important
I'll reward a lot of dough
What's that you say?
A big reward I'd give to you?
Have I lost my mind?
Well... yes, I have - it's true!
Racing, racing, racing…
Begins when the covers engulf me
In the lunar blackness
Where small sounds groan
Oh I’ve bested you, my friend!
Wait, that argument was four days ago
Fear, is death
For he who fails to
Act on ambition
Out of fear, dies
An inch with each waning
The Marble Faun
How did Faulkner conjure such
A picturesque title?
But what does it mean?
Racing, racing, racing…
Few hundred bucks is obsolete
In the grand scheme of it all
NF said it marvelously
Most important
Things in life to me
Are things I know I
Can’t buy
Racing, racing, racing…
An hour bleeds
Simpletons surround
Intelligent conversation does not
NF again
I’m not in the mood,
To have a conversation
And talk about a bunch of
Things I don’t feel amazed with
What do you want out of this life?
What are your true and deepest desires?
Seems like I’m the only one
Asking these questions
Few friends, maybe
Most caught up in trivial matters
Let’s go change worlds
Brick by brick
Racing, racin…ra…
I remember shooting marbles during recess time.
There were puries, tiny worlds of milky blindedness.
Big heavy steelies, bearings from salvaged, derelict machines,
Hematite cores of some new known planets.
And cats' eyes with color-filled center swirls.
I horded them in a sweat darkened leather pouch.
A drawstring puckered shut this purse's mouth.
Sanctioned by an adult playground guard:
Risking all for a marble that you want,
You might lose the marble you liked best.
Until marbles everything was
A sideshow midway carnival arcade
With plastic ducks you paid to overturn
And received a prize of a number underneath.
Everybody won.
Years count fewer and fewer ducks
And more and more the marbles grow. (8/3/22)
Bright shiny new marbles, we knew just what to do
Bro and I slid them on the floor as the door went smack clickety clack
we just laughed and rolled some more...
The year was 1967 and the colors in our head had wit and sparkle
we rolled them in the heel of our hand turning them to the light
we would play for hours and never fight;
Then one day we grew old and the marbles were put away
I moved down South and Tony stayed in my childhood quarter
Today I pray each day that as the years go by, I won't begin to cry
over a lost marble or two when the cells won't multiply
We had life in the palm of our hand but we were too young to know
that sooner or later we had to change, and grow...
marbles
in centrifugal spin
quasar
Celestial chandeliers, strung aloft the Milky Way
Aligning as constellations, invisible by light of day
Torches burning, that the sun prevents us to behold
Earth's luminaries ignite as dusk begins to unfold
Yielding glitter more lustrous than flecks of feldspar
Evoking optimistic wishes from those near or far
Magnificently they sparkle on a black background
Alight are these orbs, as jewels they are crowned
Revealing to all that life holds abundant treasure
Beyond any value, their worth far beyond measure
Lending us such clear vision, as through a cat's eye
Exquisite marbles are the stars in the midnight sky
Sparkling in the heavens, fulgid light for you and I
Your Eyes Are Like Magic Marbles
Your eyes are like magic marbles
made of blue sky madness,
they draw my sharpest senses inward
rendering me helpless to your red devouring lips,
which pucker with a blinding instinctive intensity,
as with silent snakes seeking a cooler ground,
hidden inside a hotbed of conniving bulrushes;
your perfumed presence bringing out deliriously
a powerful draw upon my protruding screaming loins,
as if you had stolen my lapping eyes and tongue unseen,
rendering them completely to the burgeoning sky beast,
that now swoops down with grasping talons of arousal;
as you sprawl before me with plumes of mad impulse;
we lie naked, moist and spent; two lovers embracing,
forgetting about time and trouble as living human beings.
Your eyes are like magic marbles.
polishing pieces
fragments of a broken brain
spinning poetry
MagiCicada17
"50 Words for Poe: Marbles"
She returned to her crib in the Asylum
gliding through all the walls covered in
The Dead Poets' Society writings
All she could think of was going to bed
a lot of loud Ghost sighing….you know how it goes
she just wanted to rest her head on a ...
soft duck down pillow
and all the lunatic wanted to do in the next room
with his incessant knocking and catawauling,
was to play marbles.
Ah to write a sonnet, she picked up her quill, affectionately dubbed ZoZo
She turned the music up, you know the drill, you know how it goes...
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/bhLhJm5VyHE
"I'd love to come back as the most annoying ghost ever."
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