It’s caught up, always, in those little things:
street corners, half-familiar: shop facades:
it’s not so much expansive boulevards
as rain-worn roofs which pluck the silvery strings
of sorrow. Part of my subconscious clings
to remnants – ruined fragments, broken sherds.
They say the brain’s an organ which discards,
not hoards. Why, then, these cruel rememberings?
A tranquil helmsman, plotting perfect vectors,
is how I see myself. Wretched delusion!
We’re buffeted by failure and exclusion,
divided into Hectors or defectors.
The only shred of dignity it brings
is when we learn to love our sunderings.
Categories:
sherds, memory,
Form: Sonnet
I had to write a helpless poem
that others couldn't stand
I had to write about their fear
that kept them running grand
I had to tell them that their fun
was coward to enjoy
I had to tell them that their friends
had joined them in a cloy
I had to say they never tried
to solve a problem yet
I had to say they often said
there's never time to get
I tried to say I'd help them out
but never knew my place
I'd only introduce myself
to friends who kept my pace
I wanted all my time to be
a service for my words
But often thought to spend my time
I'd have to be on sherds
To offer them a helping hand
I'd have to be half crazy
And only know to wait for them
in hopes they'd curb their lazy
They only go to wait for death
and any hope that's cozy
And only know to cling to rope
when hung for deaths more rosy
I wonder if they'll ever change
and hope they find their way
I'll offer up my services
when knowing them some day
Categories:
sherds, absence, analogy, slam,
Form: Quatrain
YOU KNOW YOU CAN
~~~~~~~~~
Thank you
bless you!
Will you?
Hope you.
For your comment, thank you, bless you too.
I have to ask, will you, hope you do!
Can not,
will not,
care not,
do not,
To say that you can not, will not try;
is it that you care not, do not lie?
writing
typing
scribing
carving
these modern days writing, typing, words
easy, compare scribing, carving sherds!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Inspired by Anne-Lise , dedicated to her and Jan Allison!
Categories:
sherds, appreciation, dedication, words,
Form: Tyburn
L-innets flock songless on a bough of love.
O-ur vows are sherds and my heart is a
V-oid that no sweet words can ever fill.
E-very beginnings have ends but ends are new beginnings.
I-n the kepler of her heart, I live; she hopes that
S-omeday the moon will give back light to the sun.
W-rongs are rights only done wrong
A-nd apologies seek to make wrongs rights.
R-iptides run but matters of the heart crawl.
19/06/2017
Categories:
sherds, adventure, feelings, funny love,
Form: Acrostic
They wove a wordily world
Out of space and sherds of imagination
They wove meanings in mere metaphors
Like spinning spiders
The seer just slept
The poem prospers posthumously
And rake in income post-humorously
S/he died poor but partly NOPE
S/he gave life to you and me
S/he gave a piece of life to us
S/he gave a smile to us
S/he enlightened our dark hearts
Poets and poetesses never die,
They live on shadows and ghosts
In dusts of lively libraries, helly hells and heavenly heavens
Categories:
sherds, faith, inspirational, uplifting, life,
Form: Alliteration
The silk lines billow far out
in the thin sky
saturated with light blue sunshine.
I hold them together
in my left fist
on my hi-tech chariot;
my right hand twists
and we are loose from earth.
The silken lines undulate
over continents;
gallop the golden stallions
as I observe the people
releasing the flavours of their foods
the clench of cereals, the delights of fruit,
the iron of flesh, the sere of burnt blood
coming to me in a gracious sine curve.
It seems nothing has changed much
since the first chariot chase;
men still do not look
me straight in the face,
building dynasties on the sherds of others,
constructing palaces
to supply the noble rubble
on which to found new fallacies.
Categories:
sherds, life
Form: Free verse