Trails before me
The guiding light of all who look
The veiling dark betwixt each star
The crumbled rook
The waning breath of who we are
Or whom we mistook ourselves to be
In sleepless fantasy
Fades as voiceless memory
Gazes upon a faceless sea
Turning, we weep
As silent ends the dream.
Pierces, the waking
The heart stirs once more
Beating with fierce unknown fear
We stept once more thro' trouble's door
We make our way in lonely dreare
If happiness greets us,
We'll away from here,
But no eyes dare we cross, or meet
We watch the ground 'neath our feet
Lest it fall away on some nameless street
And we fall double lost
To the waves of defeat.
Stare up toward the star that blinds
Know that nothing in the null binds
That the rush of life
Are the flowers of the eye
Frail and intricate beautiful
But ultimately a lie
Dream bears more weight
Than you or I
And the hour is late,
I’m afraid.
Standing ovations and rounds of applause
The elephants trumpeted just because
T-rump pulled their puppet strings
As if he had Angel wings
They should've been protesting with guffaws
I chose not to watch the bigotted sap
Or hear the hypocrite spew words he'd yap
At the butt kissing event
My time was much better spent
Wondering how people believe his crap
A message in response to Trump's address
Elissa Slotkin spoke of the big mess*
and in ten minutes of time
She was utterly sublime
With "Checkmate" she dethroned Trump's king in chess
*Elissa Slotkin is the newly elected Democratic Senator who delivered the rebuttal to Trump's address to Congress
A land without a single crook,
Because criminals they don't brook:
They'd out fish them with a hook
Relying in their roguish look...
A District without a Half Crook
Battered eyes to one make a spook
And as unpleasant as damned gooks...
The criminal, without fail, cooks
First claiming that he lives took
Then, high time petty that you forsook
No one has got wings of rook
Nor in Vengeful World saved by Book.
grey
squirrel
busily
buries acorns
keenly observed by shrewd ravenous rook.
rook swoops in, pillaging hidden treasures,
jewels shattered
on roof tops;
oak tree
groans.
15.10.20
'Double Tetractys 4' Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Eve Roper
The Queen bade us not to despair
When a knight leapt into the air
Sly as a crook
He took our Rook
Check-mating our King fair and square!
Clever you are
playing your game
you are no
common crow
However preened your plumes
blades of night to obscure
far from blind
I can see right through
to the dawn
You thought me taken
but myself I have given
I want to be your
sacrificial pawn
But do open the blind
and let the light in
I want to see you in all of your luster
as you slay me again
those little deaths*
I want more
*la petite mort
"the sensation of ****** likened to death"
25.03.18
Composed for Joseph May's
Picture This - Image 1
2nd place
the rook took the pawn
just before the pawn was queened
toppled pawn booty
Titanium.
Smooth and cold to the touch.
Rhinestones.
Blinding shimmer, small iridescence.
Blood.
Thick, warm, metallic.
Even the beautiful gems become absorbed in the red,
Their shine masked by hemoglobin and platelets.
Pain,
A tiny shoot at first, then blossoms into white hot petals.
Penetrating the skin, carving all the way through.
Adrenaline comes next, replacing the sting.
Numbness fills my body, already void of feelings.
I guess if I am looking for ways to feel hurt other than through emotion,
That an earring will look prettier than slash marks on my leg.
A robin its breast as red as cherries
The rook in mourning dress,
Its nest in the graveyard tree,
Cawing in sympathy to tears of distress,
Looking down sadly on misery,
Hoping its young do not see.
The long necked swan swims,
So elegant on water,
Its beauty supreme;
On land it looks ungainly:
A beauty queen in jack boots.
No sacrifice, the dove coos love
Snowy body soaring heavenwards.
Jack Horne
27th April 2011
for Constance's Four Beautiful Birds contest
Written large & form erroding
Shore & folly show.'
Blending light & water almost solid.
© Joe Maverick 5-12-2010
for SKATS sandcastle haiku contest
8D
my mind is an open book.
read it and have a look.
"Open" said Crow.
"We near the brook"
"Stones are there and
little by little does the trick.
Love the journey... it's the
Mother of all invention.
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http://www.usatoday.com/tech/science/discoveries/2009-08-06-aesop-experiment_N.htm?csp=34
Article By Malcolm Ritter, Associated Press
NEW YORK — From the goose that laid the golden egg to the race between the tortoise and
the hare, Aesop's fables are known for teaching moral lessons rather than literally being
true. But a new study says at least one such tale might really have happened.
It's the fable about a thirsty crow. The bird comes across a pitcher with the water level
too low for him to reach. The crow raises the water level by dropping stones into the
pitcher. (Moral: Little by little does the trick, or in other retellings, necessity is the
mother of invention.)
Cousins in flight
The skies their place
Black and grey plumage
With a different face
This genus Corvus
The colour of night
Passerine order
A wonderful sight
A pest to many
Nuisance to lambs
Natural progression
In natures plans
As we roamed the lands
Viewed these birds
Helped their demise
Incredibly absurd
Colonisation has rid
These important birds
From the following islands
The sadness incurred
New Zealand, Hawaii
And Greenland too
They are called a murder
Does that remind you!
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature4.php
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