Rubbed smooth and round in river slides ~
Cobbles jumbled - roughen stone-road rides
Categories:
roughen, river, travel,
Form: Crystalline
Get drunk oh bottle
dance through the market Square
Covering your shame with linens of lies
a repulse and comic act
While easing into the saucer
Get drunk oh bottle
beat ember of tired flames
igniting the lost lot
forging the the obsidian ring
With time no longer finite
Get drunk oh bottle
gather your clay
mould your way
through life pottery
It will neither roughen
nor toughen
enjoy your created path
For only in a day's dream
do men's folly come through
Categories:
roughen, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
Thunder growls beneath fired sky
Crackling its way down street wires
As booms pound on our ceiling.
Forceful winds roughen wheezed noise
In a pitch quite deafening
While we huddle together;
Enjoying silent movies.
SEVENBITS Contest hosted by nette onclaud
10.02.2017
Categories:
roughen, nature, silence, wind,
Form: Verse
What is a sand box? I'm getting confused
A hydra of meanings that's much overused
A Soviet missile that goes very fast
A hollow shaped mold - hot metal to cast
When building an arch to empty as planned
A poison dart tree - hura crepitans
A tray filled with litter - a toilet feline
A gadget for trains to tackle inclines
To roughen fine paper for calligraphy
For qualified shrinks a great therapy
A safe place for software that's dodgy to run
Or just a kid's play pit to have lots of fun
Categories:
roughen, funny, word play, words,
Form: Verse
She wrote,
Live with enduring trust and hope.
Your angel will always light your way.
I have lived and endured
Absent of trust, a Love beyond me,
As she has lived
Absent of that truth which
Left her,
Absent me.
I have found nothing in my aloneness
That could make my emptinesses
Any less hollow, nor clear my head of
The loops and chatter.
Though I've had so little solace,
I have found rest in you.
A man must build his house alone and
Roughen his hands as well as his heart
Before he should open his door, before
His bed blooms the two as one: before
The great and alchemical, Perennial, Art.
Categories:
roughen, loneliness, lost love, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Sun shines bright on the happy bride
Walking slowly, on the arm of dad
To the back door of the church
Preparing for the grand entrance
Waiting for the march of the organ
All in white, seed already planted
I stoop to pick up a penny
Dad always said to put found pennies in your shoe
For luck
This penny was bent and sharp
Had obviously been through something in its life
To roughen it
But in the bridal shoe it went
The march began
Slowly I limped into the church
A bride, with an omen in her shoe
Categories:
roughen, change,
Form: Prose Poetry
Optimistic
Being alive is war
We often pray not to die young
Yet battle up battle
We live our lives in destitution
We stretch arm to feed
Yet we are part of the globe
We unable to sleep
In warm of our love ones
We sleep where we are after the day roughen
A terrible life indeed
We accept our destiny
With optimism for a better future
Categories:
roughen, abuse, adventure, allegory, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
The dawn is near
The sun is almost setting
And darkness, soon be scattered
No matter how you try to stop it, it will come to pass
The colorful world we once knew
No matter how colorful it is
Will soon be gray
And we forget
Day after day
Will make us feel it’s so fast
And then we hope to go back through time
But the least we can do is to reminisce
Our eyes become dimmed
Skin that are smoothen in time soon be roughen
Our strength shall pass
And then our mind will be willing but the body will not.
Our memory will fade
And the only thing you will remember is today
And those beautiful ones, we kept in are heart
And cherished in our lifetime
Like a candle burned out
And so do we
And as the light is almost through
We turn to our maker
We become lonely and sad
Thinking it is through
But then it is just the beginning
In our Master’s Grace, forever will be laughter
© Philippine Copyright 2005 (11/04&15/05) by Michael Hilario
Categories:
roughen, life,
Form: Free verse
You'll cry a pond or the ocean,
but who will care?
The one and only, plucky motion
I should've dare.
It's really hard to recover
from the fever.
'In any case don't let it govern
the gravity lever!'
I'd been taught. It all ended
in conflagration.
Beside the grave knees were bended
in consolation.
I should've learnt: what's born
in flames and fireworks -
a deadly curse, poisoned thorn,
epitaph of forewords.
But noone care, except, maybe,
hysteric loner,
who'd lost the key for the abbey
inside the manor
belonged to misery and tears,
steady dejection.
I'm glad to face only peers
in foes' reflection.
I'm glad to thank you for Nothing
which can't be bare,
for that thrown rocks which had roughen
mine soft nightmare.
I'm glad to say, lucky you,
I'll overcome this..
Although, you know, to tell the truth,
I hope, I won't miss
this perfect script in the clouds,
swing in the garden...
I want to say, at least, wanted...
I beg you pardon.
{
I love you.
Pardon.
}
18.03.2013
NikA
Categories:
roughen, allegory, courage, dream, forgiveness,
Form: Verse
Just old me,
all that I could take,
only they can see,
roughen and hangin,
my blood is on my knee,
a prayin to my lord,
a singin like a bee,
a prayer for my lady,
i won't be comin home,
a kiss the children for me ,,
tellem daddys gone,
i won't be comin home,
I feel my broken bones,
a hangin in the darkness,
tellem daddys gone.
won't be comin home,
the American dream I know.
Tellem daddys gone.
I love you pudding pop,
kisses to the misses,
for all the work I've done,
tellem daddys gone.
Categories:
roughen, anniversary, courage,
Form: ABC
A beautiful word, like sex
on stick and bears no guilt,
is the sure epitome of
my blood and not of my belly
Not to omit the brevity
of its syllable, oft sounding on
my breath, I till it not only
when spring comes, but in winter too
Those who care and speak
what they think of
my epitome makes me breathe
life’s expectation easier
I supervise that it sways elegantly,
not to impress my ego, nor to roughen lives,
but to comfort palms with skin, oh like mine,
keeled by handshakes of psychotropic war
Categories:
roughen, on writing and words
Form: Lyric