Left with only his cup the monkey now panhandles on the corner of Beacon and Kent.
Categories:
panhandles, humor,
Form: Monoku
Love me
when you hear the lips parting the silence
And the soul of the night is unraveling
In the vapor of light
I'm just a child
who torments the dawn stretching
My thoughts on the bleeding strings!
Love me,
Upon being hidden from the eternal with astonished steps
Walking the shells under the eyelids.
Trees that break their eyelashes.
Giving into the shade. . .
I'm nothing else than a grass stubble,
White passions return to the panhandles of birds!
Love me,
We're close to the heaven:
Me, you, the yellowish leaf,
The deer, the desert licked up the warm windows.
Categories:
panhandles, faith, love,
Form: Free verse
Love without hope, is a rose without fragrance
Random musical notes, that have no cadence
An extinguished candle, by an unpromising wind
Where the heart panhandles, to a disheartening whim
by Daniel Turner
Categories:
panhandles, hope, love,
Form: Rhyme