Hydraulic system, heart made of pistons
Every co-ordinated mechanical manoeuvre
My heart served to you on a platter, your hors d'oeuvre
I look into your eyes, a deplorable disguise
Retinas of glass, I see right through your lies
Figments of my imagination
Don't come and cause me more vexation
Circling my mind
Tormenting, suffering, sempiternal gyration
My nerve endings started with you
Now unaware to whom
Now that you're gone
I can finally take off this costume
Now isn't the time for salvation
I re-evaluate our amalgamation
Not even an antisocial personality disorder
Could sum up a source of order
Wander your favourite forest
Walk past me and get hit with my poignant odour
Uncover my carcass, I don't need a hearse
Just dump me in the Oder
Dismember me piece by piece
Put me back together however you'd like
The puzzle wont be beautiful
Something incomparable to Vandyke
Categories:
ordinated, 12th grade, angst, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
BUSH CAT KILLERS
Lions hunt anything,
They hunt all the while,
They approach their prey,
With incredible guile.
Their plan is strategy,
When they attack,
And like a squadron of
Soldiers surround their
Prey in a pack.
Lions have a reliable nose,
And with their sharp hearing,
This leads to a kill,
And the whole pride
Will enjoy their fill.
Their young are taught to stalk
With co-ordinated precision,
And together one day,
Will form a formidable coalition.
Their stealth and power,
Is a fearsome might,
They have spotted their,
Their kill,
And execute at their will,
Under the cover of night!
Often, opportunity
Knocks at their door,
As an old exhausted
Elephant falls at their feet,
On a stony river bank floor,
And provides an abundance
Of food, attracting drifters,
Like a crocodile!
Lion and crocodile stick to their
Boundaries In an uneasy truce,
Until the territorial
Hippos appear
And come near,
And the Lions then run,
Churning river sand loose!
They leave the elephant carcass
In the lost and found,
Swiftly running for
Higher ground!
It’s time for them to not
Be a hero,
As one hippo bite,
Can zip them to zero!
Categories:
ordinated, africa, animal, cat, hero,
Form: Rhyme
Orchestra
The zest of a Symphony:
Co-ordinated cacophony
With a perfect harmony.
Gyre, spiral, pipe, cone...
Look and heed each one
Humming a unique tone!
He beats, he plucks, pulls
By the Conductor's rules.
Pensively each one looks
In between songs' books
As a Clergy to the Books;
Then attentively all look
To he waving the 'hook'....
As papers openly stick,
Eyes trail the waved stick
While plucked harps click!
*
Life is Music or a Refrain
Sweet or with bitter pain
Cycling in a perfect chain.
Such is living's drab fuss
By an unnumbered mass
All crammed in one class.
Yet, He who the din braves
When the stick He waves
All crawl into the graves!
Categories:
ordinated,
Form: Rhyme
I appear on the stage,
A young actress,
Chosen because she was young and beautiful,
Learning the words to a great play,
A companion to man,
A diversion of intelligence,
Dialoging with excellence,
A talent discovered after many years,
Memories of elementary and secondary talents,
Movements on God's stage,
Well co-ordinated,
Respectful and appreciated,
The audience is silent,
Listening to every word,
Stratford-on-Avon,
A beautiful memory,
Where great actors and actresses perform,
A continuous stage at university,
The wisdom of acting,
God's setting and characters coming to life,
Enhanced living and blessings.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Categories:
ordinated, school
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Flies sip at salty tears of babes at empty breasts,
pop bellies sit and watch the bones of motherhood
waste before there beseeching souls. Where is God
they ask, and I must echo, suffer little children
surely this is not meant to be. And with what
compassion does the church ban contraception as
a nation is eaten by AIDS. When will the church
realise that it is the Lord we all answer to and not
an organisation engulfed in old laws that seem so
cruel. Yes there are values and beliefs that are
important and the fact that God lives in the most
of peoples hearts, these values shall live forever.
We can all work together, bring food to the table
and faith to the soul, but let it be balanced and
co ordinated with compassion and belief. This is
something that all faiths must share based on love,
faith and trust.
Categories:
ordinated, faithgod, god,
Form: I do not know?