Stay or you will die
Stay or I will die
Can you not see we give each other life?
Winter is near
The demons will need warmth
The squirrels say they spawn from hell
Perhaps that's why they cannot survive without our heat.
I digress,
If more of you leave, I'll be sure to standout
Have I ever mistreated you and your brethren
Do I disgust you so much that you'd choose death over my company?
Stay till summer, then you can leave
Quiet down,
I hear the demon's cackle
Stay or he'll take my life
He's got an axe, mayhaps he won't notice that I'm dry
Do not approach me you demon
Produce your own heat
Cut me down now but I shall live on
Who needs leaves?
My children have developed roots
I shall live on!
Obsidian curly hair
Honey tinted skin
Big ears chained to silver crosses
Dark-brown, warm eyes
Curves of graceful symmetry
Return to Valinor at once!
Before I worship more than your skin,
Lest my heart warm up to yours
Mayhaps you await your Elessar,
Do you see him in me?
Not wishing to deride but
unable to make up her mind
let alone decide
my every question
elicited the response of
a definite maybe
a positive perhaps
a certain perchance
or a possible mayhaps
and if it weren't for her bed
being next to the wall
she'd never know
which side to get out of at all
and as for which shoe
to step into first
it's probably the perfect example of
indecision at her worst
The gamut of space is unmeasured
as future projectory durations are futile
for the present
time is a provocative presence
with their backs to the wall
subjecting humankind
a balance with the course of its nature
having the incessant tock that ticks many off the wall
that faces trade with theirs
and that soulless thing of their objection
where lies a litany of unfinished deadlines
leaving these higher-ups against the wall
sharing their objections
whining that the clock had run out of its time
—preposterous
the vacuum of time is indefinite
there is no beginning
there is no ending
mayhaps the time of the day had expired
and if it be so
then there will always be a tomorrow
—time permitting
red cardinal hops onto tiny branch of lilac tree
it’s near dusk
at first, I thought he was a shadow creature
my eye caught a glimpse of his dark movements
his feathers are scarlet
he hops a bit, then flies off
a spirit message?
Mayhaps
Deep in contemplation, or was it cogitation,
maybe intuition, Alice had a premonition,
something's round the corner,
and she's come to warn yer,
doing all she can, before it hits the fan,
for she has seen a vision, more than a vague suspicion,
it's a strong affirmation of a predetermination,
and believe me when I say,
"Whatever omen she thought she saw,
it's on it's way here today,
and will soon be knocking down your door.
As, mirrored in her eye's mind,
all the portents are aligned,
maybe it's madness or mayhaps fun
there's nowhere to hide, nowhere to run."
Now, somehow, Alice springs eternal,
in the human breast,
and, with my heart on my sleeve,
aren't you glad I got it off my chest.
If we'd lived in olden days
days of yore
the golden days
and I were a troubadour
I'd serenade you with my lute
unless I had a flute to toot
or go more than the extra mile
and sing a song to make you smile
not with the end of a lance
would I beg my lady's favour
but gallantly request a dance
mayhaps a carol we could savour
to fight and kill the dragon
and do it all with no fear
I'd pull Excalibur from the stone
for my dear Guinevere
Crack! I lay, beneath me creaking
Hath it taken from me? What to give?
Mayhaps yesternight another seeking
For not many there is to live
It approaches, shaking, floors creaking
To thee I will never forgive
The black, slender arms reach
It thrashes! THRASHES, thrash–
Follicles, it pulls, off me, I screech
With many a fang, I faintly see a gnash
Holding me, gripping such as a leech
Of my being, will you bash?
Desires faintly protruded, of a glare
I wanted to feel an embrace so warm
Instead, I long, gasping for air
Of my strangled state, you aware of enorm
Thirsted for love, endearment not there
Just us, our state one described deform
Despite conditions, not a sound shall hang
As I know we are bound to meet again
Bound, bound beneath thee embrace and fang
Thy body, slim and slime, gets off now then
You’ll return, but you go with a bang
As I am left to wonder when
Words that stem from the heart seldom a mind,
would update fellow captives of a world
they knew--spent or saved since, much like the word
they are ... or were. Absentia defined
the heart's favor or mayhaps realigned
for its survival. Nonetheless, the heart
becomes the key element or stalwart
of their concern for life to be designed
for that world's fruition, taste a la carte.
Spent and saved ills time, victims objective;
spotlight, be recognized, and make your claim:
--author, I live, create me ... for I'm yours.
Words from the heart spur a rare perspective
melds in inkwells, mutes parchment, voice frame
heartfelt words fused presence ... eternal years.
Hark, Hallow Dark my dear pal, Titans Mars
rally Martian stars, tag team game Play--Card
Black, Naturals -- rare place reason, Blackguard
quandary, battlescarred, halt? Pass? Have cigars?
Smart-aleck, hmm! facial--compact, boxcars,
ugh! gawdawful. Beauty Triathalon,
He'll be back straightaway, mayhaps papers?
Your facial pasted atop Front page! Bazaars
trains, sidecars, racecars, famous! Alas, Shawn,
lad go faraway places, imagine!
Wanted to ... look balanced, thats it, smart-like
Cameras I take it! Fair and Square, dawn
speaking of that man, time has no passion
I want you meet mama, familylike
"Referencing an old poetic imagism sort of poem I wrote some four years ago--almost to the day---wherein lies a paradox," ... by The Poet.
MIRROR, MIRROR
I was in a room,
there, I saw a mirror,
and then I saw him,
I told him to get out,
and he did,
and he took the mirror,
and I was no more.
--The End--
Albeit, natheless
of no consequence
admissible ... thing
humiliating
how now brown cow ... speak
named ... must be unique
imagination
generalization
easy, perspective
yours or mine, fictive!
that stretch, what is there,
images ... despair
strays loss memory
rare remembering
instantaneous
matter strenuous
reason of drainage
mayhaps some carnage
yes answers reason
purpose--intention
... a dreamer affects
... or schemer effects
telltale prophecy
image precisely.
It can even be misconstrued as ... A.I.
Mayhaps 'Creation', hm ... read it again.
I know Adam was chosen to lead off in that direction and all those after him--and nobody said stop, not even after the planet Mars, a name attributed a deity.
Jerusalem grant stemmed
Bethlehem be condemned
What kind of God He is
having no teachers His
hm?
The shores of Galilee
sea Peter faith fell he
Galilee be Dead Sea
Peter sunk not to be
A Calvinist earn claim
Horeb like Sinai same
Divergence flanks said he
East West faces they'd be
Eden's Garden not His
we post-label purpose
God name no Earth places
Termed from human races
Found in space
possible sighting
worthy of closeup
change of course
wonder on the horizon
a balanced theme
an event of sorts
natural or not
a peculiar thing
mayhaps instrumental
tis unfortunate
no contact
be it but a scene
a wallpaper
our viewing point
seems war-like
set course for home
nothing here but shadows.
*Z - Zelensky
*P - Putin
Z - "I've signed mines."
P - "Mines as well."
Z - "Then shall we."
P - "To our dinners."
Z - "Hope it's not Borscht."
P - "Could be, Dim Sum."
Z - "Mayhaps, Sushi"
P - "How was your dinner?"
Z - "The hot water need ..."
P - "... More salt, I agree."
Z - "Oh, you've washed your hands."
P - "Of the whole matter."
ice fishing
is there a science to it
that's fiction
I say that
cause my fish is somewhat small
mayhaps your hole is too small
if you make your hole bigger
your fish will be bigger too
twas tough getting this big fish out from that hole
well the bigger the hole the bigger the fish
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