My song will be out of tuned
Distorted and seaming in ruin
A matter of false fact
Under a pretense that
The truth will be told
And not bought and sold
Categories:
seaming, truth,
Form: Free verse
'Cat's Cradle's' a string game, --forty inches
enables a noose. Fastened end, handles
it's stable. Weave string through finger-pinches
finagles new patterns that'll form like, 'Candles.'
'Soldier's Bed' is another fine heartburn,
bolder threads perfect, designer fashion,
shoulders had carried the full weight in turn.
Old sage said, "Time waits for none," new passion.
'The Manger' is the fourth well-known styling,
form major curves, though new sorts of concerns,
the nature, be wrong for Christ's smiling,
become fainter, --drinking trough, hoofed beast yearns.
Hand strings, a challenge that'll be quite scheming
that springs unexpected hurdles, loopers
then straying's toward taxing twist-seaming
planned strips; string game for two-handed troopers.
Categories:
seaming, allusion, analogy, appreciation, change,
Form: Lento
Drifts
Pen to paper,
sword to the soul,
write your heart out...
Now!
Do something,
sing,
dance,
prance even,
but do not stop.
Living is a funny
the experience
a mock reality
of all our tomorrows,
we forget about the present.
It is a miracle,
all it's own.
The light outside,
bright full of sun,
and yet
there is...
a dark side of the moon.
We are dreaming,
beaming...
seaming to make sense...
and not.
Nothing,
common... at all.
Categories:
seaming, america, cancer, confidence, courage,
Form: Free verse
Sutures of connection,
words tightly sewn
Seaming together
—closing the unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Categories:
seaming, words,
Form: Rhyme
And she swept as her eyes wept.
Still she continues dreaming,
With little knowing
Of her little friends seaming together
A dress just for her.
Without stall,
Away she went to the ball.
Categories:
seaming, princess,
Form: Free verse
Seaming in a sewing room, earning his copper coins in twos. With patterns, tools, & spools, fast pace so hard to do. Rusty fans that are always frozen, feed dog staying broken with a boss who's constantly smoking fine Cuban cigars. Just another day at Sweat Shop Bazaar.
Categories:
seaming, art, character, creation, day,
Form: Rhyme
find me here
in
this
concrete form
delusionally real
sinking into seams
seamstresses seaming
what has been stitched
in
me
needle to flesh
she has stolen
my
breath
find me here my dear
find me here
your arms are my addiction
your love opens the shore
find me here
in
the
sand
sinking for more
anchored by this concrete form
find me here
?
Categories:
seaming, art,
Form: Concrete
Out in the distance
I saw three tall ones
towering high
Amidst the distance meadow
Serving as sentinel
With a gawking boldness
Out in the distance
Emerged three flat ones
Seaming up the looming distance
Between the earth
reaching to the sky
crouching with style
while poised
Amidst the lonely pasture
Out in the distance
I saw three round ones
Holding up their own
Scouring the wilderness
With its awesome beauty
Thus evolving
an enchanting world
amidst the withering spread
Categories:
seaming, beauty, nature,
Form: I do not know?
Perilous assumption, the faith I've read
my mind, my mind, the tone of led
is not contingent on my tread
but hope in virtue's seaming knead!
The evermore, I vacate head
and pray, accomplish what God's said,
no idling force, depicts instead
there must be action, leadings fed!
Oh, path's dissentious rise from bed
creating logic, fear not dread
by peace's hodge-podge, stealth unwed
some oneness, trust's lodge, copious, shed!
Is prayer, surmounting, higher . . . . . said!
Categories:
seaming, prayer,
Form: Monorhyme
In the early morning light…
You stand before me, and slowly disrobe, as you have so many times
before.
Then …for a moment… as you have so many times before…you stare at
me, not seaming to see me at all, as you wipe the sweat from my face
with the palm of your hand.
Then…for the first time, as if looking for some lost truth you hope to find
buried in the depth of me, behind the silver mask I wear, you stare at me
in a way you never have before…Long and hard, until…tears begin to roll
down your cheek, when…for the first time… you see yourself, as you truly
are, through my complete indifference.
Written: August 23, 2014
Categories:
seaming, introspection,
Form: Personification
A few toys were her trade
standing on the side of the passage.
Bearing the daring of a beginner
she had being long hours frustrated.
Seaming week enough
a close forties male approach.
Never looking at the toys he whisper at her ear.
The toys were cheap
but the girl choose to have no price.
The man turned to go away.
But what a price is to buy if you care
for the one you wanted for party.!
The girl looked down at the toys in tears
wiping the edge of her sharp eye.
Categories:
seaming, caregiving, depression, friendship, life,
Form: ABC
As his rider gives the judge a glance,
He tosses his mane and shifts his stance;
The winner he is, without a doubt,
He trots in place and then moves out;
Not quite believing what I saw,
I watched in silence, struck in awe;
Almost as if he wants to tease;
He crosses over with seaming ease,
His perfect cadence and fluid prance;
I sat in wonder as I watched him dance.
~Write A Backwards Poem Contest~
Categories:
seaming, animals, cowboy-western, introspection, nature,
Form: Couplet
Mayhem mondern-day mayhem-
merely considering if but once the pious... .
Summer-rains threatening-
happy-day clouds-lume, plume-billow... .
Undivided-faith;
open-fledgling-boasts-of both, this...
having considered but-if only-once... .
Opportunity-embraces-grace,
grace... the-chance... .
Love;
rejoices... !
Oh-love, brotherhood,
God-man-grace,
they dance,
joy--it-sings... .
Enlightened hearts-defiled,
once-shame piercing, chaining, relentless,
endless-it seaming, eternity... !
Faith, hope enchanting,
delighting,
""hold-on child, "please... !""
Oh-yes-knowing,
peace-leads the-soul, to-open;
remain, in-the questing... !
God's devotion-abiding,
cleansing;
oh-love, the-brotherhood-of man;
grace, together-they-dance,
joy-singing,
chanting... yes,
for all-eternity... !
Oh-the Glory-the Glory... yes... !
God; His mercy... !
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=18CJGlp5eiI&feature=related
Categories:
seaming, inspirational
Form: Prose Poetry
Gentleness invokes kinship,
more than trust's oft biased recommend,
that fills my warranty for beauty's own in crypt,
I thank thee God, for measures in contend!
Forever, in that beauty were love's tend,
the faith between true friendship might erupt,
still it is forceful, deft attainment's quip,
mere looking gives to Soul, some filling up!
And see thee still, in all my eyes do ground,
wherein love's mercy must have contemplate,
if it were loathsome in some vile resound,
my heart would not have of these words found state!
Oh beauty, you are mine, not underrate,
the vestige I did yearn to so expound,
when will is chastised so, the quiet sedate
does moisten my eyes swell, no more impound!
Thy beauty love, be love, in nature's gate,
the seaming center of this garment's strung
holds empathy as moment's turn belay
the love that I do feel, be inward sung!
Categories:
seaming, art, love, nature, on
Form: Rhyme
a parody on song "Winter Wonderland"- inspired by my winter alone in an
unheated house.
"Come away, I am threadbare
Snow is falling....
Where there' be hair..
A cold-as_sed dam_ night
It's really a fright
Walkin' in my winter underwear..
Butt-cheeks gleaming
Through the holes, near the seaming
A nasty cold a_s,
My skin is blue cast
Walkin' in my winter underwear..
In the meadow we can make a snowman
And pretend that he's an EMS
He'll say- "sonny is that really you?"
Or did someone paint you a_s blue?
Later on, I'll perspire
When I light...
My a_s on fire....
It burns so that way
I'm happy so say
Walkin' in my winter underwear...."
Categories:
seaming, funny, health, parody, song-winter,
Form: Burlesque
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