Puzzle out the tricky bits;
kloangs can give you fits: so sick!
Here's a form that gets precise,
but when it all clicks, the sound is nice!
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The Kloang is a Thai form containing 4 line stanzas with the following layout:
x x x x a x b
x x x x b x a
x x x x b x c
x x x x a x x x c
Categories:
puzzle out, appreciation, writing,
Form: Other
there’s a tree
no one really knows where it is
or, instinctively, they know where it is but they can never quite find it when they search
let me begin again
there’s a tree in our imaginations
it holds a key
the beginning of a key
the pieces held scattered in fruits
that bow the branches toward the ground
the pieces fit together
if you can find them all
if you can puzzle out its shape
the pieces held in hand are light as sunrise
but their weight tormented the tree
the one in our imaginations
you recall
released
unburdened
the tree will rise for you
reveal the door within the peeking roots
with a gleaming locked doorknob
the key won’t fit within
that is to say
the key you’ve pieced together is not the key
but once you’ve tried to fit it to the door
you’ll remember the last time you had this same tree dream
touch your fingers to the knob
and enter
Categories:
puzzle out, adventure, anxiety, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Picasso in pieces —
a puzzle, out of sorts…
a commentary slice.
the raw rooster of war,
cocked and loaded —
a worldwide death sentence.
10/13/2019
Categories:
puzzle out, art, war,
Form: Free verse
The pieces fit together-
I know they do.
I just can’t find the right pieces-
I can’t figure this puzzle out.
The pieces: all a scattered mess.
How do I string them together?
Piles upon piles-
Abandoned.
Unused.
But they have to have a use-
I know they do.
Categories:
puzzle out, art, poetry, writing,
Form: Free verse
As I stare at this blank canvas
I wonder what to create
Should I write what I feel
I ponder if anyone can relate
Art in the form of words
There is no canvas that goes unheard
As I reach deep inside my mind
Gauging what's my biggest crime
I would have to say it's art
Now follow closely because this will get dark
Don't get lost in the shadow of my arch
There is no sun where the sun don't shine
I hope you listening close because that was a punch line
Art comes in many forms
I try to create outside of the norm
I was pronounced different from the day I was born
Now don't get torn
This is not sympathetic art
This is real raw lay out your heart
I make a puzzle out of my words
I like using synonyms antonyms and verbs
Not a shattered illusion
But a microbial infusion
Tell me can you follow
A canvas so hollow
Bruised at its outer edge
Heart still beating
But inside it's dead
Yet you can't help but stare
Would you buy it?
I bet you won't .. I dare
Categories:
puzzle out, 3rd grade, allusion,
Form: I do not know?
No man can woo her or bestow a kiss
Nor even help her opening the door.
For with her cruel tongue she ne’er can miss..
Her epithets will knock him to the floor.
No man caresses her in warmth of night
Nor brings her tea and comfort when she’s sick.
She puts them off by always being right
.And giving answers far too sly and quick.
No man can puzzle out what he’s done wrong
No man can cut the wire that binds her heart.
Yet now and then they hear a wistful song…
And think they see black demons swift depart..
Beware such women as they are accursed…
For never by love’s touch have they been blessed
Categories:
puzzle out, feelings, humor, pain,
Form: Sonnet
THE GALLERY
Another day goes by, outside influence on the outcome
Tearing the heartstring in two
And in my mind, strange topics pop up again
Without your love in my life
I don’t know what I would do…
On the home front on my own it seems I’m alone
To pick up all of the little pieces
Build a picture perfect puzzle out of nothing
But four walls as a frame that I am supposed to hang
Trying to change my life while my world changes around me
Mixed priorities linger in my mind
Live for myself, live for everybody else
Constant turmoil as we pass through time together
Depth of thought for me serves as prayer
To our God or my God in my eyes
I seldom ask for more than reasons why things happen
To understand and know He hears my cries
Snapshots in a photo album, memories in my mind
Like episodes in syndication over and over again
A constant circle of events repeating through my life
Were the lessons ever learned or does the lesson never end
Look, gaze into the four walls at how much lies inside
See how much things have to change
Hanging on the walls are scars left from all the pain
And though I try to put it in the past
Most of it remains; in The Gallery
Categories:
puzzle out, introspection, life, love, god,
Form: Lyric
You do the unbelievable
You astound us with your work
We worship your Holy Presence
We cannot say enough of you
There is so much to be Thankful for
Everything circumstance and obstacle
You put there for a reason
It is our job to figure the puzzle out
We must complete the mission at hand
There is much work to do
There are people who need your understand
May we seek you in the darkest hour
May they know who matters most in this world
May none of us put anything above you
Help us to know what's most important in life
Stick to those ideals, beliefs, and attributes
You are the King of Kings
You are to be honored and praised
You are to be thought of often
You are to remembered and studied
You are the Best Comfort, Life knows
You are the ultimate logo, the ultimate trademark
No one can Ever take your place
You have entire reign over us
Categories:
puzzle out, faith
Form: I do not know?
(Charles II after the battle of Worcester, 1651)
They spur their horses from the bloody field,
the battle lost – a story old as time –
the King in flight, his kingdom’s fate is sealed
in common soil. And still the church-bells chime.
They spur their horses from the bloody field,
with Roundheads hunting King for every crime
of office and religion. Must he yield
his head now, like his father, in his prime?
His followers will see he’s well concealed.
The battle lost (a story old as time),
the head of state about to be Bastilled –
but no. Just puzzle out this pantomime:
the King in flight, his kingdom’s fate not sealed.
They make him peasant, royal face begrime
and so obscured, you see the crown revealed
in common soil. As all the church-bells chime,
they spur their horses from the bloody field,
the battle lost – a story old as time –
the King in flight, his kingdom’s fate now sealed
in common soil. And still the church-bells chime.
Categories:
puzzle out, historyold, lost, lost, old,
Form: Verse