There’s a world under all that snow
a world I’d like to get to know
Lots of bug-type critters, I imagine
sporting faces dark and ashen
No, no – that won’t do
winter must be positive too
Perhaps they’re playing hearts or bridge
downing cold drinks from the fridge
Or watching ‘Bug-TV’ from makeshift couches
of leaves, twigs or damp grass with their spouses
Every Spring I promise myself to ask them what gives underground
Maybe this is the year when that question I propound
It's the time for a new season, September again,
The 9th month of the year, when autumn retains.
Autumn
That turns luscious greenery into gold,
Striving to live, with stories untold.
The struggle that goes in vain as defeats exhibit,
They fall to the ground, their journeys quit.
Many more leaves fell upon the ground,
Waiting to rejuvenate, as they propound.
Soon the entire September went by, lacking allure,
To see them relive the life, ended premature.
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As Freshly Laundered Linens
Secured By Pins On a Back Yard Clothes Line
Airing Out In Daisy Aromatic Breeze
Set to Dry Under The Friendly Not too Hot Sun!
I Sigh, For this is All In My Mind
Sitting on My Granma's Front Porch
In Refuge From the Grueling Rays
Urging Me to Bare My Thoughts and Pen What I'm Thinking
Front Porch Resort, High Noon, Anti Sun Bathing
Dehydrating My Will For any Outdoor Frolicking
I Sigh, For While I Sit In The Shade
Cool Northern Breeze Blithely Tickles Laughing Leaves
Birds Chirping Chapters About Disappearing Honey Bees
Propound Is the Scenery and Serenade
Convenient Atmosphere For Shadow Work In the Shade
I Penned, I Sigh
I Think When I Pen and Pen What I Think
Seated On Granma's Old Wooden Porch Chair
The Chair She Once Sat On, She Ascended and Left Her Earthly Effects Here
I Sigh, Sometimes I Shed a Few Tears
Empty Nested, Time Tested
Constant Gratitude for Granma's Love And Energy Invested
All of Nature Singing A Song I Wish To Remember
Chorus Of Natural Equilibrium And Profound Splendor
I Sigh, Audibly In Silent Relief, Nature's Song Soothing Grief
As the Sun Sets, I Am Soothed, Settled, Nested in Peace.
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Scathing sheaves of love diverge endlessly,
O, yet I propound to despair of simplicity,
While watching the loving dances to jive,
Beneath dew resolute to heartbreak survive.
I climb above wintry storms into the Pagan realms,
Holding the torches of burning desire,
Looking for a cure to sweep me away,
Away from this heartburn and the embers of fire.
Roam I under the shields, clipping the wings
Of grandeur as obsolete as insignificance set forth,
Roam under the Roman skies, full of heavenly strings,
In a vessel of circumstance, happily heading up north.
The Paschal lamb offered to appease,
On a mountain lofty and noble I stand,
Please let me feel the wind’s breeze
In freedom exiled, not yet banned.
Cocoa from this bean derived
Essential to this product
Scarce thought for the deprived
With creamy blend of milk and butter
Our tendency to indulge
A fair wage and exchange- it's juster
Alas sugar laden, it feeds the bulge
And addiction
In assorted shapes and packs
To enhance temptation
While the bean pickers live in shacks
Obesity the scourge of the West
Small amounts only is the lament
Hard work and long hours spent
Sparse time for rest
An essential gift for the yearly fest
And post elective fast
Fair trade for all we must propound
You see its full of beans
So make it last
Though my mind has clearly gone,
my hollowed vessel sails on and on.
Tattered memories clatter through,
dried leaves in search of their limbs,
desperate to seek the plumpness of youth.
Their only hope; give up the fight,
to death magnetic earth,
once more, rebirth.
Yet far and wide they stride,
the empty vastness of my tumbleweed state.
My world weary gait,
my lucid lament,
only serve to further propound confusion.
Scents send senses searching relentless.
Optical deficits, no acoustic solution.
Solution beyond reach,
beyond my touch,
and I want it so much.
For King and for country,
for valour not treason.
I search for The Season,
the peace I believe in.
For peace eternal,
for posthumous pardon.
Unseen
Between shadows
Opinion is unheard
Feeling emptiness on the soul
Nobody care is she alive or dead
Sadness reflects in her lost eyes
Blank stare in the dark night
Weeping past days
Alone
Shadows
Cloak as a veil
Perceiving ostracism
As exclusion of daily life
Confining forever in four wall room
Inner fiendish voices propound
Secluding in a world
Fantasy rules
Reason
4-25-2016
Brush strokes of emotions on my life's canvas
Always the brown of dirt, seldom the green of grass
Dark and lonely, sans any glee
Even on the brightest day, it is darkness I see
I try to search within me, for happiness to feel
To lift my heavy head, and, for life, find zeal
Try to smile and help another human stand
But it's tough to maintain balance in my mind's quicksand
The colors look drab even with festive lights
My eyes simply refuse to see happy sights
I yearn to see beyond this monochromatic scene
And feel the warmth, hitherto unseen
Friends propound theories for finding happiness
Quick fixes abound and shortcuts to success
Nothing works and I am losing my grip on life's thread
I wonder how long I can last with a heart depressed
Pulsating honor doth corroded hearts impound
A blustery breeze echoes cries from each, preceding battleground
A recurring, eager parade of reporters, gawkers freely roam distant mound
Below, fatigued, tidy mass of steeled infantry; to death's throes bound
Neighing horses conditioned to mayhem the pageantry doth confound
On opposite ridges, mounted turrets prepared hell's fury to expound
On signal, a synchronized, concussive chorus doth its dark melody propound
Scraps of metal shards initiate; commencing another, toilsome round
After lengthy barrage, wits collected a more lethal volley to stound
Familiar, urgent order to charge christens hallowed ground
With youthful ardor a wide-eyed bugler doth the bridled expanse unbound
Shrieking rancor from recoiling rifles; a familiar anthem doth resound
Recurring cacophonous medley, weathered nerves drowned
Once more, a mass of flesh surges into the abyss with mortal hopes crowned
Anon, shattered limbs; gory wounds misery's cache compound
A noble story one that ought to be our good host laughed and swore the games begun. Come match the knights tale if you can sir monk. To bellow arms and blood and bones he swore. A noble one I'll pay off the knights tale lets do this right. You tell yours by and by either I'll speak or go on my own way. Everyone listen but first i will propound that i am drunk i know it by my sound. For I'll tell a golden legend and a lie. Forget your ignorant drunken bawdiness it is a sin and great foolishness. Tell us of other things you'll find to lack i see you are angry with my tale but why. cuz you are a fool your head is overpowered by the wine. If you are not enjoying yourselves then cut off my head but as i drink my wine and ale. Whoever won't accept what i decide will pay for everything we spend along the ride. So hold up your hand if you accept my speech reflect a little and don't hold me to blame if you choose wrong don't lay it on my head. And both of them had bawdy tales to tell theirs no sense making earnest out of game.
Long-lived morals over centuries lost/
You are one soul I refuse to accost/
Lack of appreciation/
Purely condemnation/
Undeserving of loyalty/
Seems you feel like royalty/
Certainly are misinformed/
Good within simply malformed/
Destroy my positive vibrations/
But recognize your obligations/
Cannot live to be alive/
Every scenario you contrive/
Will never thrive/
When no other soul will stay around/
You wish you would have propound/
Some form of favorable trust/
In the allegiance you let rust.
A frothy mist shrouds the ground
A cool breeze drifts all around
A frosty chill doth surround
Solar rays no longer resound.
A plethora of colored foliage aboveground
A web of tangled, rotting roots underground
Chelones, Mums, and Golden Rod abound
In gardens bright, colored gourds propound.
Ragweed pollens and mushroom spores confound
Leaves metastasizing with brighter hues redound
Stealthy Evergreens emerge into the foreground
Maple taps their sweet syrup doth expound.
Migrating birds skirting cooler air are southbound
Doting Wasp Queens from dying nest bound
Honey bees cradle in warm, colony compound
Squirrels Summer store will carefully impound.
Still Seconds ( A Valentine )
Chocolate box romance
Of ribbons and flowers
Wishes in poetical phrases
Letter and verse
Imprinted rhythmical beats of hearts
In soft sweet confessions
Underline Cupids children
But my love prowls
On feline soft paws
Its breath an engine
Its rhythm slow steaming
Waiting
Saint Valentines greatest lovers
In painted masks
Have struggled expressions
Too beautiful to defy descriptions
Of eternal Kings and Queens
In heavens love
Of Cherubim and Seraphim
But my love rages
In perfumed heat
Its still seconds it eats
Its constant deciphering of
Wanting
A full deluge could wax Shakespearean
With torrential emotion
Propound and profess
Passions unceasing delirium
And so esteemed the grammatical invocations
Of loves powered obsessions
Would write unceasingly on
But my love irreversible
Stands helpless acceptance
Its distracted ecstatic if
Its intoxicated blood
Needing
And so I break upon a howling wind
Aching pours from my throat
A screaming name
Desperate tempest to a brooding sea
I stand helpless
In still seconds
Unable to contend
With love
Last name here, First step there, only one allay...
Vestige sagacity, flaxen ochroid genes skitter down,
Diddle drizzled dints to acquiesce an ugly axis,
Whet of whiled grime, tips on me thus to dawn,
In hands of lonely children, bid these lips bye-bye...
Bequest oaths, for ode by love is a home plight,
Coalescing pivots crux fine fortunes through,
Docent tasks fathom nature's dew of grief,
Tons of totes vex abstruse wills to loot,
But virtuous lenity glib adept heartfelt reefs,
Gait jiffy haps with tribes so grim time tears,
God's flanges tarry finales who lope o'er losers,
But foremost, guerdon sojourn souls aiding others...
Accouter the outfitter by concords of trust,
Master a gentlemen and woman of good taste,
Upon Sunrise and Sunset, leave wise and do weep,
The bequeath of ensuing generations propound...
Upon birth and grave, life and death, -but more life...
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