Trapped in a cage wrapped in a rage.
Nearing to an age, bleeding page.
Forever in an age, vomit all over.
No ruffle saved a rotting brain.
On starry, moonlit nights
Or those pitch black ...
These are the roads ...
I drive forth and back
My tailights and headlights
Go rolling through the mist,
Scattering newly dead leaves
With a turn of my wrist
Fenders ruffle the wildflowers
That grow high by summer's end,
Brushing them with wind ...
As I go sailing 'round the bend
The fog through my fingers flows
Cool, damp almost eerie to feel,
Sends a shiver along my bones
With one hand on the wheel
Time, it disappears out here
Old songs on the radio,
All around spin tones of gray
Driving as fast as she can go
Between midnight and morning
A lonesome hour for some,
Here you'll find an empty seat
If another soul wants to come.
HONESTY
Double dealing yet convincing individuals
Are all over like clouds in the sky even though abominations-
They could be on every corner of every street ignoring the heat
Under their feet as they wait for a new victim or recruit
But you must never be one of them despite their many methods
Of persistently swaying-they will eventually abandon you when it
Benefits them even if you rip a hem-you deserve a better life than
Than that of a Judas Goat`
Never steal nor lie about either yourself or others
It is neither honest nor right to do either even if you can be
convincing and want to ruffle some feathers-leave it to those who
Who enjoy causing trouble and instead huddle with the honest
citizens- your honesty will grow stronger!
Faded murmurs soothe new twilight
as a gentle smoke blows around
the wind... mild circles hushing
my Manila dwelling along
a dampened , rainy lane
bringing me back home to shelter me
after a rugged storm of heart, its pain...
breezy whiffs with the falling
of wrinkled branches
ruffle the threads of drenched sky,
yet the soft fire- glow of home
cradle these breaths ...and all else lays quiet
in the twang of sunrise.
First Place
Things beautiful are strange and fitful a lot;
Delicate, changing and entangled in a knot-
Now bright and the next instant rather dull;
Seeming complete just before being all null
The feel of alure and appeal that made it so
Is lost, or drains out just in a moment's go!
Aversion erodes what was so lovely and dear,
While evasion moves the inner straggling fear
To ruffle and void the crude, puzzling delight
Of freeing from the spell and its fanciful flight,
At once by choice and coerced, in potent power.
The drives to glorify, and make it immortal, lower
Escape into the virtual domain may find the glot
For the replica of the real with the missing plot;
Thus to hold on to times ever after,with instress
Using words, colours, chisel or muse to express
And the pleasing charm of the affected percept
Is rendered into a hypnotic,fallacious concept.
NATURAL, FEMALE she is poetry's core
A ROMANCE of the ages, now burned
But SEASONED SAGED to see what's in store,
New PAGE turned, lessons returned
She longs for the spew, the geyser's might
MA-GIVER of FIRE and true desire,
Soft as a woman holding the light,
Wet with the dew of the Amazon's pyre
WATER breaking, making draughters
To currents of talk, a blue blood stream,
Flumes flow below where futures expand
A broad expanse, a waking dream,
NECROMANCY on shifting sand
RHEOLOGY charts the change we know
MIDASOREAL touch, a golden sting
PUNCTURING darkness where seeds now grow,
NANOBOOMS echo as life takes wing
BIOLOGICALCOLOSSUS starts to creep,
BURROWING deep, the pulse we trace,
ELECTROGRAM where secrets sleep,
RAPIDPHOTOSYNTHESIS finds its space
A RUFFLE then a CHEW_SPIT, GUSH,
NANO_FISH swim, then ANALYZE we must,
IMBUE the worth that can be found,
DRESSED TO THRILL, returning dust to dust
EARTHEN MOUND, humblaia, mistress,
MATRIMONIAL HONEYMOON SEASONED ROUNDS, RUSH IN, the BY and BY
in a birthritten trust, where variety abounds
WHERE WE ARE FOUND,
EarThen Eye OfMined
Simplier times, laughter, genuine heartfelt, conversations, children being children, fresh lemonade stand, neighbors being neighborly, these all define a special hometown feel..
Wadena in northern Minnesota, nothing special to those passing through on old hwy 10 or 71, but step into the neighborhood coffee shop the Boondocks, where the aroma of fresh coffee, cinnamon rolls, pancakes bigger than your plate, and you’ll be right at home.
The memories of my adopted home truly brings tears to my eyes, a town known by my dear husband as HOME, memories of morning trips to have breakfast with his dad and mom who became my family will always hold a dear place in my heart..
Let’s not forget the kindness, love, genuine heart felt talks, the belly laughs from the men in town reminiscing of their days in the army, times of playing ruffle ball, playing catch, planting gardens, a table full of sugar cookies, every Xmas, being together as a family.
My hometown will always be a quaint small town up in Northern Minnesota, Wadena, Minnesota
As feathers ruffle,
they show toughness where they stand.
Tough Old Birds don’t fly,
Oh, trouble...trouble, trouble, trouble...
I refuse to let you ruffle feathers of mine.
High mountain, don't dare stand in my way;
I'll push and claw my way to your summit!
Dear obstacle, I defy you! Put me through
Any test, and I shall pass it; God willing.
Concrete dust drifts like sand across a coastal path.
An old woman battered with facial features that hung on her face,
Disconnected and hanging.
She leans forward in her blumonge, waterproof, unwashed nylon flares from Matalan.
They ruffle in the wind as she looks out withdrawn onto the A350.
Her gaze is muffled by a sheen of intoxication,
She tries with the majority of her self to keep her lids from closing,
Mascara encrusted into the creases of her skin,
Almost soldering her lashes together in a gluelike fashion.
Leans hazardously towards the path of oncoming traffic,
Gesturing with open arms to the creatures of metal that push past her.
The only trace of their moment in time is a gust that pushes her body back to safety as it, Confused and unobservant,
Collapses onto the urban stream that claims her yet again.
I watch as she continues to stumble on,
Reaching out to every vehicle that steams on past,
She does not see me.
She is clogged by something greater and more sombre than I know.
She is a perfect reflection of the time and place,
She is what we all are feeling but continue not to show in fear of the outcome.
She is us.
I'm not old fashioned I'm just from a time when everything was better !
Tether me with flowers
bring me sunshine everyday !
Do not ruffle up my feathers
when I'm doing it my way !
Fasten smiles upon me say,
"Go ahead, do it your way !"
***Caveat lector: This piece may very well "ruffle" a few feathers, and I'm sorry about that, guys.***
The female realm has a mysterious equality
Where women share an odd intimacy
Concerning home, and children, and men.
Somehow they seem to know
That what they do is worthwhile
And makes all the difference to everyone.
Whereas men, thinking themselves
The calm center of everything,
Set about the business
Of quietly and confidently
Sorting right from wrong,
And good from bad,
With a cheerful, but naïve,
Masculine conviction that what they do
Is somehow worth the effort
And will make, in the end,
The slightest bit of difference to anyone.
To be like a bird and fly and fly
To touch the edge of the azure sky
to fly together, to swoop and soar
To visit the clouds forever more.
To dance with the wind, a pirouette
bask midst a gold and crimson sunset
Fly over mountains crested with snow
Finding wonder-filled places to go
Fly over meadows blazing with bloom
To ruffle wildflowers' sweet perfume
To fly on its back to rainbow's end
Then fly with rain, a welcoming friend
To fly with wonder at each new place
To fly high hoping to see God's face
To age gracefully, as it has grown
Then tell tales of places it has flown
Of magic lands, where Bird had a key
To open secrets just birds can see
With a final breath, Bird seeks the sky
where now its spirit will fly and fly
Sit back and enjoy the celestial view,
you’ve climbed a volcano to get there.
I wish for every star to shine upon you.
The definition of ‘Dreams Come True’
step out in front watch them all stare.
Sit back and enjoy the celestial view.
Every wall faced you pummeled through
even when the starting line was unfair.
I wish for every star to shine upon you.
Knowing that one and one equals two
building blocks don’t lead to a scare.
Sit back and enjoy the celestial view.
Head down, plot, sip that cold brew,
flip the Powers That Be a high end swear.
I wish for every star to shine upon you.
Their jealousy is a neverending flu,
don’t let that contagion ruffle your hair.
Sit back and enjoy the celestial view,
I wish for every star to shine upon you.
My skin’s made of flowers,
Waiting to blossom in the shade,
Fighting the urge to turn grey,
As they look desperately for—
The summer breeze of tomorrow.
Where their petals ruffle in the wind,
Feeling cold beneath my skin,
I shiver at thought of being alive.
Ladybugs,
On the tips of my fingers—
Grasshoppers,
At the base by my roots—
My body is an ecosystem of renewal.
Glistening morning dew,
Droplets of golden sun,
It feels as if my life has just begun.
My petals may fade with my mood,
My colour may change with the seasons—
But my seeds stay planted.
In the strong soil where I stand,
For I may be stunted for a while,
But my growth will never come to an end.
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