Ramble Through a Birch Forest
the path is straight and narrow
not a rock in the way
birches as far as the eye can see
their trunks, like tall slender
asparagus stalks, reach skyward
their caps, leaves bunched
at the top like celery
I look at their white bark
imagining sweet birch beer
distilled or the sturdy canoes
dug out of tough trunks
I would like to stop
and ponder these things
but I must keep my date
with you
Categories:
rambles, nature,
Form: Ekphrasis
Spring Hiku 12
wrens warble on trees
river r a
m b le
s
to the sea
of i n f i n I t y.
Categories:
rambles, appreciation, bird, river, sea,
Form: Haiku
"Be not careless in deeds, nor confused in words, nor rambling in thoughts." (Marcus Aurelius)
In certain moments, less is more.
It's regarded as a cliche,
but when you think hard about it,
it is true in many cases.
I'm not thinking in terms of wealth-
in certain moments, less is more.
Imagine a boring topic,
now someone rambles on about-
tax refunds, software management-
a bacterial infection.
In certain moments, less is more.
It will benefit everyone.
Think back to middle and high school-
your math teacher talking about
their lunch, then algebra, then pens.
In certain moments, less is more.
Categories:
rambles, high school, hilarious, middle
Form: Quatern
The couch potato sits as he did long ago
Since video killed the radio star and
Hands that do dishes
The box in the corner
An ever morphing capitalists dream
Long since and now
It peers at us with sights and sounds
The young queen, the old queen
We can relate
Now colored on flat screen
Then the grainy image of black and white
Omo, the flowerpot men and the like
In hefty style now memorialised
In places to reminisce
Baird's time waster
An invention of all time
The couch potato sits on
He has learned much
But not much else
Categories:
rambles, memory, , memorial,
Form: Light Verse
BED OF RAMBLES
Nothing is certain
Within the board of your game
Everything is fluid
Apt to change
Actors as well as Scenarios
Motivations and words
Consequences for paths I have chose
Collecting the weeds
My complacency grew
As my complaints are kept unheard
The gardener
Grim reaper
Follows the anxious sewer
Costly co-dependence on the unloved few
I can’t have anyone
Because I cannot have you
If I remain denied
I swear your love will leave a thirst
None will be satisfied
My shadow will cast all your conquests
Looking over shoulders scared
Informed they jettison Terrified
I love you
Why must you die?
The one possession I refuse to share.
Categories:
rambles, absence, i love you,
Form: Romanticism
Not many would pay attention
Even fewer would care
If I went beyond pretension
And did as I dare
If I let go of ambition
And released my tortured soul
No glory or recognition
Playing the undertaker's role
I wish not any sympathy
For I've created my own hell
Look at me with no empathy
Let no tears leave their trail
In days you'll learn
My presence wasn't vital
You'll carry on with no concern
For this friend once suicidal
My hand clasps tight
Around the grip of this gun
At last, I'll be alright
In a world I'm forever done
The taste of cold steel
With my mind on one track
In a few seconds a life surreal
No care to turn back
In memory the laughs we had
The times we would smile
Life wasn't always this bad
But got worse by the mile.
Categories:
rambles, suicide
Form: ABC
Heart full of air; no blood
Veins full of life; no ambition
Thoughts clouded with a headache
a migraine of frustration
My hesitation to start or to finish..
New or old its always the same in the end.
Ending with goodbye starting with hello.
Simple mistakes of my conscience,
To love.
To learn.. To be brave in a world ha. Such a cliche.
To be intelligent.. Means nothing. Your brain doesn't lead your heart yet your heart guides your brain.
We think with our hearts and learn with our experiences..
SO sit down mask your bravery and your 'intelligence' and just listen. Shut your mouth please let me finish.
I'm sorry. I can't lead the deaf nor heal the blind. My talents are useless right?
Well goodbye.
Categories:
rambles, confusion, heart, heart,
Form: Blank verse
My man seem to keep his emotions within,
thinking his woman cannot understand him
All I know is, sometimes he tells me things that’s untrue
I stare at him, like I can read his mind and then,
he will say I am acting like a sleuth
As my mother always says, just tell the truth
Our relationship can be on one accord,
If he stops, acting like it is a chore
I’m are here for him but he says, not
I try to do everything to hit that spot
Some of his male friends join in and say women do not care,
That is why they go out and have affairs
Nevertheless, women understand more than they know
That is why we have to pack and go,
So we will not continue to be their yoyos
04/16/12
Categories:
rambles, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
Too Many Rambles
Tiger Woods
Seems to have spread his “goods.”
His life is now in shambles.
From his extra-curricular rambles.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010
Poetic form: Clerihew
Categories:
rambles, angst, family, funny, sports
Form: Clerihew
Avebury a Wiltshire village low
To windswept beacon of Ivinghoe.
Eighty-five miles,vale and hill
Wayfare freedoms,exhilarate and thrill.
Striding downs in grassy scrub
Midst trees and clumps of shrub;
Shaded lanes,gates and stiles,
Wayside pubs to rest awhile.
Overton to Wantage plain
Goring and Streatly in the rain;
Chinnor to Bledlow,in freezing chill,
To Buckmoor,Chequers and Coombe Hill.
Wendover to Hastoe through morning dew
Wigginton,Albury onto Beacon view;
Natural history and species now rare,
Time to idle or just stand and stare.
Categories:
rambles, places,
Form: Ballad