Any qualms, quaking aspen
In shading a graveyard?
"No; not when, worn and wrinkly
My own pride discard!"
Categories:
quaking, grave, tree,
Form: Rhyme
A willow trembles in the breeze
And stoops in awe as angels sneeze;
Quaking feebly to its knees,
Bending, doleful, if you please.
A day, as this, when squalls blow wild
The willow cries ~ as like a child;
Deserted, sad, forlorn, beguiled,
And all aloof, left out, exiled.
Now her branches droop away
Blenching down throughout the day;
Keeping blusts of gusts at bay
Harboured from the rainy spray.
Underfoot a lonely duck
Shelters in a babbling brook,
Dabbling in a shady nook
Safe and sound, her haven took.
Then above the daylight seeps,
In the sky the sunlight peeps;
She, thankful for the faith she keeps
The trembling willow gently weeps.
Categories:
quaking, nature, tree,
Form: Couplet
Run, run, run from the outbreak of quaking terror,
but where can you go or hide because it's not done.
Trapped, in bitter anguish, hands cuffed behind your back,
it’s taken your pride, you'll remember forever.
The locust has been released from its amber cage,
reproducing, scatter millions, killing slowly
igniting a Molotov cocktail round beings
with its infected poison sting convulsing rage.
People are feeling pain from the quaking terror.
3/19/2020
Categories:
quaking, sick,
Form: Free verse
first quivering shy hello regrets quaking - last goodbye unfolds
12/20/2018
For One Liner: Hello and Goodbye contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Categories:
quaking, goodbye, hello, moving on,
Form: Monoku
Unheeded in the spread of his name, quaking
Through the knit brow cuddling the sombre eye
Twice buckled into the couch of his yearning
The mouldy cast of unsculptured hands, moulting
In the surging sweaty cries' unexpected sigh
Sooner lost than won with unrenewed longing
Every day, every night in chastened haste, calling
That one face, one hand trembling on bosomy thigh
Through all the twigs of his knotty brooding
Mighty log in the dismembered chips, raking
In uneasy orgasms of a protracted lie
The woman clasped in the memory revolting
Fleshy hair to press, hovering nostrils, drinking
In the incensing vapours, and that face a wry
Screaming in the rubbing spasm, a bloody cursing
All, all and more, and the biting shame, clawing
Now at the name, silently growing, that shy
Child of old hopefully shared and lingered moaning
© T. Wignesan, 1960, first pub. in "Forum Academicum", University of Heidelberg, 1957 (from the collection: Tracks of a Tramp. Kuala Lumpur-Singapore: 1961)
Categories:
quaking, passion,
Form: Idyll (Idyl)
Surely there was some mistake!
This couldn’t really be a quake!
I know one person – not a joke –
Who thought he’d suffered from a stroke.
But no, the experts did unveil
5.7 on the Richter scale,
With tremors up and down the coast;
Virginia seemed to get the most.
New Yorkers seemed the most surprised.
We haven’t been familiarized
With quakes like this since ’44,
And this one we could not ignore.
For many, ‘twas a brief distraction,
With surprise the main reaction.
Life returned to normal, fast;
Could-have-been thoughts do not last.
Yet we think of others struck
Who didn’t have our same good luck.
Nothing really quite predicts
How Mother Nature gets her kicks.
Categories:
quaking, introspection, nature,
Form: Couplet
As I look up, I wake up,
I hear sudden sound
The voices they call me
When no one’s around
I stand here and listen
As softly they speak
For everyone’s laughing
At something unique
I don’t quite know
As I restlessly gape
How you can take it
That cruel stricken face
I love you it says
As we wait undisturbed
I miss you and hate you
And fake you it serves
What do you do when love comes unaware?
What can you do except tremble with...
Why do you quake?
Fear or excitement, breath or flame?
Here is the door
Here are the people
Open my heart
And see how it…
Bleeds, Burns, Craves, Yearns.
Life.
Hope.
Honor.
Lust.
Licking blood, as our fate turns to dust.
Categories:
quaking, dedication, devotion, life, passion,
Form: I do not know?