Categories:
slant, allusion, blue, color, desire,
Form: Footle
I sould not stop for Death—Impatience—
Spurred my footsteps on—
His carriage lingered at the gate—
But I had long since gone—
--
The daisies whispered at my heels—
The wind implored me stay—
Yet Time unbuttoned from my grasp—
And swept the road away—
--
I met the dawn with breathless haste—
Too swift to turn—too late—
Categories:
slant, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
As I am feeling so slanted,
He continued what made him panted.
Categories:
slant, first love, love, lust,
Form: Crystalline
take not at face value
look slant and see new view
truth may be hard to find
and half-truths leave you blind
trust not what first you see
let your mind wander free
sixth sense may shine a light
on things that not seem right
some face values deceive
to lead you to believe
belief is not knowing
and often misleading
look slant and see new view
take not at face value.
Categories:
slant, light,
Form: Rhyme
Loosing My Slant
I’m Developing a View
About a How of a Thing
Letting Go of My Mistakes
To See What Freedom Can Bring
To Lose a Perspective of What
Misdirection Sometimes Gives
To Forget How to Win Just
To Find a Joy That Still Lives
Is It All a Lost Focus
A Happenstance Chance?
To Learn Just To Be Clear
And To see How to Dance
Away From Regrets Full of
Deep Sighs with Remorse
Turn Away From the Belief
Of A Thousand Years Tossed
To Forget Your True Level
Which’s Off Centered Oblique
To Tell Someone “I love you”
Without Looking Back
With a Turned Cheek
Categories:
slant, angst, farewell, future, growing
Form: Free verse
Tale of Supply and Demand
Some sloppy light has fallen down,
Where checkered mice drive kittens mad,
And all the cheese is owned by dogs
Who ride all night on giant slugs.
Into this pool of sloppy light
There slips a merman, small and slick,
Whose only flaw is eating toads
(He likes them raw and eats them whole).
The word is out, the toads lie low;
A crunching sound rewards the bold.
And when the merman’s had his fill,
He belches warts and slaps his tail.
Now toads make cheese that dogs must have
To keep the checkered mice enslaved
So they will drive the kittens mad
(This gives cats flavor slugs demand).
Unhappy slugs are not good mounts
And a walking dog’s a nasty grouch.
A plan was hatched among the mice;
They’d snag the merman late at night.
They greased a toad with tadpole jam
And placed him near the merman’s den.
The bait was swallowed hook and line;
The catch was scaled and poached in wine.
It’s fine for dogs to ride their slugs
And mice to drive the kittens nuts,
Just so we keep the truth at hand;
“The wise invest in tadpole jam”.
Categories:
slant, fantasy,
Form: Light Verse
THE SLANT RAINS
They grew up in the same sprawling city
Didn’t meet until they became neighbors
He was struck by the radiance of her beauty
The first time he saw her in twilight hours.
With fantasy of love months passed him by
He couldn’t muster the courage to talk to her
Except for uttering smile-laced passionate ‘Hi’
Whenever they chanced to cross each other.
She didn’t know when his dreamy eyes
Lit the candle of love in her heart’s corner
Beyond measure it took her by surprise
When she craved for his arms to hold her.
Coming home on a cloudburst night they met
Under the dim street light in a desolate corner
In his arms he felt her warmth in the body wet
The slant rains fused the two hearts together.
October 29, 2018
Categories:
slant, crush, love, rain,
Form: Rhyme
I That Eyes Wind For Love
know hands that just with be
that could just whispers: me gone
certain feel dig stay she'd or
feelings so deep and loose I'll
can't buried into let her just
be in paved her strength slant
right this sunken stars and your
.... hole road grow sign design
Categories:
slant, life, lost love
Form: Shape
When the poems sound ordinary,
change your pattern of life.
Live more than write awhile.
Go out and run a mile.
Get yourself a new wife.
Visit an observatory.
Sit and zone awhile.
Witness something vile.
Fall deep in love.
Be reaped by love.
Break a woman's heart.
Get your heart broken.
Just press down the lead to start,
the only saving token.
Write, live with vigor
and unatched hunger
of madman intensity.
Lyrical festivity
may well be conjured.
Categories:
slant, life,
Form: Rhyme