Now you are the quarry
Until then, You were hang up on yourself
You didn't have due regard
Someone has rained on your Parade
Cant handle it
Your eyes have grown tired
have you a safe place to hide ?
Numb days
where are the residual of your friends
dividing the public
was your aim
As the world rises and falls
you were culpable in its mindsight
Now you're the chased
your eyes have grown dim ?
Categories:
quarry, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
on the prowl,
a big cat;
hunger pangs.
oh, the thrill
of the hunt!
unaware...
sitting duck
of a prey,
selected...
from afar,
sneaking up;
creep, creep, creep.
stealthily,
leopard stalks.
quietly
lies in wait;
pounces on
impala.
Categories:
quarry, animal, imagery, nature,
Form: Verse
Does your writing have a time stamp,
or an expiration date
Does it spoil in the open air,
does it falter at the gate
Will children still remember,
when they have grandchildren of their own
That what’s written once and meant to last
—those words made out of stone
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
Categories:
quarry, truth,
Form: Rhyme
Stone quarry
Stone quarryman
Stone worker
Quarry worker
Quarry labourer
Stone mason
Stone chisel
Cold chisel
Metal worker
Whitesmith
Silversmith
Tinsmith
Goldsmith
Blacksmith
Wordsmith;
Black art
Word art
Categories:
quarry, art, jobs, words, work,
Form: List
Ashes afterlife, another elliptical ride behind the climb,
A course of strife, cursed by the past forward in time.
The wanderer of worlds step beside the tracks onto paths laid over tombs,
Malevolent, malformed, misconstrued by literature, words consumed.
Daylight is not bright, it's more like night with out the empty space,
Moon bright is more likely to shroud facial features cast still in their place.
Grounded in roots ashes afterlife, another elliptical ride behind the climb,
A course of strife, cursed by the past forward in time.
The wanderer of worlds step beside the tracks onto paths laid over tombs,
Malevolent, malformed, misconstrued by literature, words consumed.
Daylight is not bright, it's more like night without the empty space,
Moon bright is more likely to shroud facial features cast still in place.
Grounded in roots, symmetry decimates everything in chaos and torment,
Annihilated by thee elder ancient that awaken and no longer dormant.
I still hate your face as well as your ways,
As before and afterwards, eternal and always.
You disgusting being, I daydream you misery. decimates everything in chaos and torment..
Categories:
quarry, art, crush, culture, humor,
Form: Rhyme
I want to cry sometimes
Too afraid that I will lose my breath
Tackle a wall hard
It’s shrapnel beating against my chest
I want to scream yet it could possibly wake a beast
I don’t wish to hurt anymore
I just wish to be a better me.
Categories:
quarry, angst, anxiety,
Form: Blank verse
Everyday I shovel and rid some rocks
my super looks say this is a crock
he bats at my shovel
again I'm in trouble
thinks I'm stealing poop from his litter box.
12-03-17
Categories:
quarry, cat, humor,
Form: Limerick
Suits in the living room.
Basket of fruit near the kitchen.
The car's idling on the drive
During last meeting's decision.
Cheap cologne from the vendor.
Entertainment-level winks.
Push through this extra noise
To strengthen the customer base.
(I hate you right now
And don't need to be
Around you anymore.
"So meet by Six again tonight?")
(I relax with this wine,
It should be a cognac.
The Billboard reminds me of you.
"Spend the night here again. . .")
My membership is Platinum
The people here are big!
I lost my train of thought
And derailed down to a Pit.
A Chauffeur driven car.
For me does this make sense?
I find I'm tracking dirt then
And carrying recent pretense.
I look back on it and know
About as much as then;
It's eggshells thrown distractedly
Into Morning's lonely consequence.
Categories:
quarry, business,
Form: Free verse
To Quarry
In a field lion, doesn't learn
silence of storm,hunger of steps
In a sea whale doesn't know
silence of tides, thirst of water
In a dark Beast doesn't speak
Silence of Night, pattern of Dark
In writing I have lust of an Ant
To Quarry
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Categories:
quarry, art, lust, ocean,
Form: Rhyme
Self mutilation comes in many forms,
when I write, I like to dissect myself,
carve out bits of infection and toss
them into a quarry made for self-
delusion. Maybe there they’ll find
what they need to heal, and grow strong
even if it is under a crazed,
and utterly false pretense.
Sometimes a little ignorance is
just the right push, right?
I’ve seen it so many times,
proud imbeciles making gold
out of skewed direction.
Blessed be thou who will break
the bounds of real world
"common" sense, and rely on
something as blind as luck
to call their glory home.
And with a bragging heart,
they smile at the altar of
hard work and pray that
others follow in their half
stepping fantasy…
These sightless animals
follow the sound of lazy
back patting over the ledge
that was built for the strong
to learn to fly.
But no one unable to willingly
brave the fall, deserves to soar.
So, they tumble into the quarry where
I throw my brokenness, and wait
for another free ride.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Categories:
quarry, analogy, anger, growth, introspection,
Form: Free verse
QUARRY OF MINDS
A college full of seasoned eminence
A home once taken as a place of negligence
But now she is favored in greatness
A college that is now loved and people nourish
And always and will it flourish
Your fragrance it’s lilies of bravado
It ooze me off to a whole Eldorado
You once house those of graceful mind
Who achieved and are still even in their prime
Confident are they and always want to set pace
They were learned and escape the rat race
Once shy now are they men with the right face
What can I say than write it out in hypo state?
It is your love and it is your COLLEGE
Categories:
quarry, education,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Cut from the quarry of life,
block by block by block
towed to haloed ground
cut and pasting
pyramids of the mind
time after
time after
time....
To open a seam in the sky,
heart in the kings chamber
the soul in the queens
great lost limestone eyes
peering into the afterlife,
eating the gaze of god
on heavens horizon
but more often than not,
nothing is there
but a
great
great
great wicker chair,
the beast lounging beneath
firecrackers in powdered eyes,
igniting the burning reel
of a million lost lives
time after
time after
time.
Categories:
quarry, faith, lost, religion,
Form: Rhyme
With my tempered determination,
I'm obscured from my destination
by scheming whispers striking malicious
at my spirit thrusting seditious.
The court remains a dutiful sort
as they track down competitive sport
with dogs mowing down the scent they place
to ensnare pests they wish to erase.
One whimpering whelp kicks in the dirt,
hiding pleasure behind his alert
as drooling brutes prepare to assail,
allowing fraud to waggle each tail.
Flanking limited hope for movement,
they stave my pursuit of improvement
to pare my fiber when I adhere
with force of purpose flexing through fear.
With potent breaths, I break through the line
before their systematic decline
until they fall tangled beneath lies
to reveal the wheel behind their prize.
I wave goodbye without any shame
for not surrendering to their game
at the end of the day they'll look back
in disgrace at their baseless attack.
Categories:
quarry, allegory, social
Form: Couplet