Midnight
The hour
Words control and establish
Thoughts trying to put together
The struggle in battle
Heat of the night
Sweat pours
Emotional and distress
It’s a test
Word block
Determined to not stop
Alpha letters tell me
Write On
Sentences say connect
The mind says, “Feel the Effect”
Words come
Writing begins
Mind over the Pen and Paper
The thought of end became transcend
Encouraged alpha Letters
Writing came to be
Look at what you see
Words and me
tap tap tap tap tap
a woodpeckers insistence
morse code for birds
I cry for help in Morse Code
But you won’t see it unless you’re listening really hard.
And you won’t hear it unless you’re watching really hard.
You’ll see it when I suddenly stop smiling, or start talking in monosyllables.
You’ll see it when my voice becomes cool and emotionless, or when I’m gazing into space.
Or when I keep hugging you goodbye, and don’t let go, because I don’t want to be alone.
You’ll hear it when my hands start shaking, or my eye starts to twitch.
But if you really search my eyes— I’m really good at lies—but my eyes will tell you why.
You’ll hear it when I withdraw from human touch.
My cry is silent, but you’ll hear it if you’re watching close enough.
There once was a man named Morse
Who was really as strong as a horse
But when he feared a little mouse
Running madly around the house
His wife quickly filed for a divorce
The hour is early. The night is cold. The flashlights flicker.
The tone; cold broken clarity with owl call.
Darkness is so much more than night.
Where evil roams, t'was here this night!
Listening to the rain, watching the water glisten and roll over the cars body parts.
Waiting for the man to let the body pass.
A stretcher is waiting, a body bag!
Notebook contains initial facts in a pocket on me with a cold hand.
Sometimes I wonder if I really care!
I get to know them after seeing their dead stare!
I have to dig in places much more worse than mud.
I go to places where few would go.
In all the madness I need to know.
I promise to them that I'll do all that I can.
Each case weighs heavy on this mortal man.
I look back on my life. I have no kids, I have no wife!
Killers and rapists, thieves and villains.
I hunt, I forage, I seek, I find.
My childhood detective hero made me my mind.
I sometimes ask him what he thinks.
I hear his voice say this to me of all things:
ENDEAVOUR.
i send a message
in a dark passage
repetition pulse
genetic impulse
you do repeat back
via a small crack
repetitive tone
you begin to moan
all things stop and start
skin not far apart
a very hard code
release a soft load
our messages sent
intimate time spent
With bent torso, fenced horse Corso,
Tows corpulent gent Morse into a Kent forest.
This portly source torments tense Corso to such a contentious extent
That he sends them off course with vehement force to show his discontent.
“Whoa”, vents the incensed Morse
With voice tense and hoarse from onerous discourse.
“Endorse a gentle course,
And dissent from one so dense and coarse.”
With sore torso resentment, Corso forewent his horse-sense and sent
Enormous Morse into a torrential watercourse from Trent.
“You senseless, offensive, violent horse,”
Chorused the tortured, drenched Morse.
Yet, Morse lamented and swore to descent his portly content,
As soon as Corso implements his chores back in Kent.
And to mend his sores
From his hell-bent horse,
Reinvented Morse reinforced his orders
By tensing the cords toward extensive fence borders.
With a consenting snort for repented gent Morse,
The contented horse, relented pretenses and wended a short decent course.
For Sheri's couplet contest
Short course in voice Mr. Morse...
I saw a dot was counted as one,
Two, three, four more the fun. :)
Then a dash stashed as a five.
Handsum set makes a hand jive,
And come alive with thought!
What's a tone if knots a knot?
I asked myself while hearing then,
that a dot n'dash last better when,
they're in stone.
My eYes decide that a Mayan knew.
Impossible time so long ago but I
Think to say true.
I saw another thing too...
Might it be they counted the dot
as two? oh?
http://message2013.blogspot.com/2009/08/compromise.html
The distant wheel revolves within the night;
its boastful stature begs to be subdued;
though comforting I find, its flashing lights
and its unwavering vivacious mood.
Its garland gleams from its circumference
in patterns that I cannot comprehend.
Perhaps I'm not the one who holds the sense
to understand the ciphers that it sends.
The cargo that it bears must be the key,
and so I board the incandescent gyre,
in hopes that someone down below will see
and apprehend my brisk formatted fire.
Oh turn-oh turn my metal merry morse,
and let your color-coded canvas course!
(Dedicated to Barry Morse who died February 2, 2008.)
You were a great actor who starred in Space: 1999.
When I was a little boy that was a favorite show of mine.
You made a great impression on people back in the seventies.
You were a credit to television and I'm sure that everybody agrees.
You died just eight days ago and that was very bad.
When people learned of your death, it made them really sad.