THE dust of snow crept into my Soul
seasons sleeping all the while
And the Thought:
where shall i go?
ONLY IF YOU CHOOSE the tiniest space of Heart :
Blossoms the fields
and a warm rain into my mouth
deepestly felt within my
bruised heart.
And r.f. wrote:
"I had for my winter evening walk-
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow."
And if there is a poet living
now within the thin skin of humanity
To wish the royal bee sucking
golden Love i shall express to thee:
Your beauty is satisfying as a woman
with nature's curves
Your images of things enlighten
the tiniest iris' of things unheard
Your existence that comforts
"For this Earth's gratitude
is a half with and without me.
Your last breath in untold time
"thank you as my soul hath room
for your Vision of this world:
we shall come --
toward beauty, soul, body
& tomb.
:: 01-19-2017 ::
Categories:
rf, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Rabbit,Badger and Ribbet the Frog.
Once upon a time in the cold land of bog
lived a Rabbit, a Badger and Ribbet the Frog.
Now you might think it odd in the cold land of bog
A Rabbit and Badger living with Ribbet the Frog.
But the King of the Castle he had three sons.
All fat and lazy didn't get much done.
So the King of the Castle got angry one day.
He decided it's time to send them away.
He called his Magician to cast out a spell
and send them to exile, so no-one could tell.
So early one morning the Castle surrounded in fog
he made up his Potion to convey them to the cold land of bog.
So goes the tale of the King and his sons
on the Kings command under Magicians spell
three sons sent to exile where no-one could tell.
Cast out afar in the cold land of bog
were Rabbit, Badger and Ribbet the Frog.
Categories:
rf, children, fun, magic,
Form: Rhyme
Ham vk4pr
In 1988 I got a puter ,
And it was cuter ,
Than a fowling ferret ,
Yes in the month of may.
Me old commodore 64,
I’d fire up for sure,
And hook up a radio,
to talk to Halliwell,
he was vk4ave.
before the net appeared ,
we had paket radio, with ears,
to-way radio, modem,
and a commodore 64,
around the world we’d talk,
morse code of any sought,
and I’d put up poetry to squalk,
with a punch-up on the way:)
Ham radio died,
cos we was supplied,
With instant contact, right away,
Internet arrived,
me valve radio finals tried, (6146 transmitter tubes)
but she lurks in me cupboard now today:)
the RF radiation in the room can light me fluros soon:)
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Good on you Coach D!
its like dem puters big bad Bob, H
if ya got a use 4 em you can ride dat hog,
bloody txting me fingers cant do the job,
have to keep on a romancin...
bloody cold here heed a lukewarm chic,
on ya mate,
Don
Categories:
rf, adventureme, me, , cute,
Form: Rhyme
1 Crest Road
At 1 crest road computers lurk,
and donkeys they run free.
Theres Halliwell he's hard at work, (Canadian imported about 1970)
friend of birds cane toads and me.
Look for savage dogs theres two or more,
Luke and Spook will check you out.
Or a big brown hound with a donkeys roar,
herself a pooch no doubt.
R.F. radiation on the short wave burns, (ham radio, towers etc)
there's an eerie glow inside.
Computers talk and packet churns, (paket pre internet toway, modem, computer)
where sometimes chips get fried.
So just beware if you go there,
past mean old Itsy at the gate. (buried great dane)
If you dodge the brown with half a prayer,
you'll get some coffee mate.
by D H Johnson.vk4pr
Of Rhymer Frank Halliwell [vk4ave] & his mean brown donkey
Google Frank, he has poetry pages.
He got me into computers commodore 64 in 1990:)
Categories:
rf, adventure
Form: Rhyme
Oh you do not see, dear friend,
That I am confused as well.
You do not understand.
The rage comes, like projectile vomit, from your keyboard.
Carried along wire and RF signals,
Right to my inbox.
I open your message and I begin to read.
The bile stops me.
My stomach turns.
I push away from the desk,
Putting space, air, light,
Between your needs and mine.
When I return, I examine my options.
Compose, Reply, Spam, Forward,
There it is…
Delete.
We’ll start again another day,
My angry,
Precious friend.
Categories:
rf, forgiveness, friendship, people, sad,
Form: Free verse