Midnight,
Hoots and despondent howls
From crevasses of puking earth prompt weakness at slumber
Webs!
They encircle the pin-line threads of silence, viciously muted,
Drawing porous patterns of maladroitness
Dawn,
Loose drops of old water, cusp-sized, blend with the rays of the
Rising sun, smelting our principles.
Images,
Lachrymose consternations congeal the blood in our brows,
Stifling the grace of blinking lashes
And we lose patience.
There’s a new-nurtured ruggedness
Which opens the snouts while we yawn.
In the distance,
Moonlight, sapped, means nothing with her downward gaze.
But the sound of maudlin drums hastens closer and nearer.
Categories:
ruggedness, depression, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Friend...
You are generous and brave
Funny as can be,
A natural in all that's good
With much sincerity.
Truthful and trustworthy
Your honesty is kind and
I wish to state it clearly
Am glad that you are mine.
You're attentive and considerate
Passionate and true and I
Skip the road of ruggedness
To only be with you.
For loyalty means something great
Hence needless for correction,
I believe in you and all you do
My friend in the reflection.
Categories:
ruggedness, friend, me, mirror,
Form: Rhyme
Shall have my act together,
My rhymes will come real clear.
Stamping with such confidence
Without no doubt nor fear.
Some days I am muddle,
Some nights don’t flow with song,
Will skip this road of ruggedness
Then shall soar along.
For what is bound will come in time,
Whatever is was meant.
Until I’m pleased and somewhat eased;
Will take this page too vent.
Calmness will immerse me,
Clarity will come.
Perfection at it’s finest;
From the path I’ve run.
Tapping with a little hope;
To bring about transition.
Shall not be confused no more,
Perceptional Precision…
The clouds above they hover,
Promises of rain.
Drenching precious water,
So life can rise again.
Positive finale…
Last verse to share true light.
Let’s have our act together,
Righteousness is right.
Categories:
ruggedness, encouraging, endurance, inspirational, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
This is a poem written by a teenage girl looking for a husband.
It was written as a prayer, and this is what she asked of the Lord:
Dear God, I pray all unafraid,
As girls are wont to be;
I do not want a handsome man,
But make him, Lord, like Thee.
I do not need one big and strong,
Nor yet so very tall,
Nor need he be some genius,
Or wealthy, Lord, at all;
But let his head be high, dear God,
And let his eye be clear,
His shoulders straight, whate'er his fate;
whate'er his earthly sphere.
And let his face have character,
A ruggedness of soul,
And let his whole life show, dear God,
A singleness of goal.
And when he comes,
As he will come,
With quiet eyes aglow,
I'll know, dear Lord,
That he's the man
I prayed for long ago.
That girl's name was Ruth Bell, and she
later met and married Billy Graham.
Jim Horn
I have had the flu for over ten days and am getting over it.
Categories:
ruggedness, allegory, analogy,
Form: Couplet
I look at her and I see what I could be
Surely, she looks at me and she sees what she could be
But when I look at her
There is innocence to that preserved beauty; purity
And she has softness to her; a delicacy
There is no weight to her walk; lightness
I am grounded
The ground knows my stomp; it is heavy when I walk I step underneath the floor
Movement on quick feet that only know logic and drill
Its movement between weightless balance and momentum
There is no delicacy to me
I am strong with an earned ruggedness
I am no harp player
I hear drums: bhum…bhum…bhum; I listen for horns in the distance
For her, there is stillness in her breathing
For me, my heartbeats on my eardrums
She has seen rose petals in the hands of a lover at her door
But I have only seen rose petals above graves
And I cannot have it all
Categories:
ruggedness, gender, women,
Form: Free verse
A lean figure, bearing love
Burdened by a need for belonging
Starved by abandonment and disregard
With eyes of plea that look upon man
Rejection's curse; an unmet gaze.
The cold, the toll
An attempt to live diminished by ignorance
Loyalty pledged, discarded by the heartless
A tale of sorrow; a tail of fatigue
Walking away, a strained wish - running away, an insuperable thought.
False safety found in humanities' trenches
Malice offering an invite, with little reward
Torture imposed upon by a hand of crumbs
Survival, not a guarantee, fortitude, a hope
Blood that oozes for paper, congeals to mark.
Escaping acts an option that imprisons
Time slows but age shows
A sight of ruggedness in motion
Wounds that offer a feed, delved into
Movement that agonizes, inciting condescension.
Unsteady breaths, signaling an end
The search for an owner in vain
Brutality suffered in pursuit of a home
A last limp affording no sympathy, still
Callus paws giving way as love remains unrequited.
Categories:
ruggedness, abuse, animal, dog, feelings,
Form: I do not know?
Sleeping Ageless Beauty.
Her face Shows the ravages of old age and time
A face weathered worn
wrinkled craggy uneven
And engraved with furrow and line
She has stood tall her head in the clouds
Against the battering unforgiving wild
Wind snow and rain
Along with her sleeping sisters
Overlooking a wild inhospitable rugged
Windswept terrain
Moulded shaped hewn
By formidable elements
Under countless sun stars and amorous moon
Her ruggedness and unevenness
Gives her a kind of majestic beauty
Although silent she speaks
When captured by adoring eye
By an onlooker who stands in awe
Soaking in the peace making heart smile
Leaving satisfied
Inspiring artist and poet
And lovers who swooned
Under her presence
And amorous moon.
Categories:
ruggedness, age, beauty, creation, mountains,
Form: Rhyme
Breaking rules to make new rules
Chasing godly minds to fish out moles
New pals while old were in **** holes
With them in d quarters of my life I make some new goals
Jumping cliffs that could break ma back
Trekking distances that could get me wack
Swapping my gentility for ruggedness
Oh I sing Aluta while pop washes away
Isn't ma white turning grey?
A murmur that leads my heart to sway
On a mission which vision was seen
In which yellow leaves would turn back green
And success would wash away my sin
Only patience foes I lost to recall
Would join d crew in d merriment mall
Those that sees nt would be seen not
That is karma taking it's course just
With the Patience Old and The Destined New........ A new life begins.
Categories:
ruggedness, addiction, friendship,
Form: ABC
It's not perfection in things if it exists
that means so much to me
but natures imperfections and beauty
like the ruggedness twisted bows
of a sprawling tree.
The unevenness of a mountain view
lush green sweeping valley's
buttercups kissed by morning dew
Ricky silver ribboned winding streams
the power of an angry raging storm
a single red poppy
growing among a waving field
of ripening barley corn.
A temperamental ocean
the crashing waves upon the rocks
A flock of raucous calling seagulls
hovering over the fishing boats dock.
Beauty on everything around in that I see
For natures imperfections
created by Gods hand
are perfection to me.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013.
Categories:
ruggedness, beauty, creation, nature,
Form: Free verse
Why only yesterday
the craggies youthfully
flowed down your cheeks.
When did your neck
turn tweed and your fingers
thicken more than before?
Sure, your ruggedness attracted me,
but this is different. Each new line
a furrow of our riverbed,
a new bend toward lights out
and goodnight Irene from more
than a dimly lit dance floor.
Next to you each night
I slumber to your breath
and in slumber, dream eternal youth.
©Kathryn McL. Collins
Categories:
ruggedness, husband,
Form: Free verse
What would you see if you looked through a child's eyes?
The world would be a mystery,
Just one big surprise.
What do they feel when holding daddy's hand?
They would feel ruggedness and hard work,
The sign of a man.
What do they hear when listening to mommy's lullaby?
They hear a soft, calming voice,
That they know would never lie.
What do they smell when walking in ma maw's front door?
They smell chocolate chip cookies, apple pie, and more.
They'll remember playing house with their sister,
Or racing cars with their Bro.
And they'll look back on these memories,
As each year they grow.
They remember papaw's songs and him playing the guitar.
And they'll recall stories of the war,
That he told them in the car.
They'll remember Christmas, the family, and the sight.
But they probably won't remember,
What all new toys that they got.
They remember love,
Which will help them through their life.
And they'll pass that love on to their children,
And their husband or their wife!
Categories:
ruggedness, childhood, , Lullaby,
Form: I do not know?