the knife
slicing through
leaving
no wound
paddling
pushing
pulling
in rhythm
and tune
unrelenting
smooth
steady
strokes
pounding
kicks
hard
fast
roiling
boiling
churning
yearning
shooting high
floating
flailing
freely
back
into itself
again
and
again
and...
...
... ...
Categories:
slicing, sensual, water,
Form: Free verse
Roller skates
Roll smooth
In circles and orbited figure eights
Gliding great with the rhythmic moves
So quick
So slow
So cool
Ice skate
Aerodynamically
On icy floors slick and wet
A ballet on a frozen slough
Beautiful blades
Upon delicate
Crystal blue
Rumbling wheels
Radioactively
Alive with pumping legs that reel
Forcing friction like a mad banshee
Athletically willed
Heart rate
Speed kills
January 15, 2020
Double Dactyl Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
Categories:
slicing, appreciation, sports,
Form: Double Dactyl
slicing silently
through unruffled waves
a stealth canoe
posted on September 10, 2019
Categories:
slicing, nature, silence, water,
Form: Haiku
Have to write poems about food for a Food
Poetry Recital in Shallotte, NC at Roark
Library end of month of March.
Slicing Enticing Cake
Had started out when we were slicing,
An incredible cake seeming so enticing;
When found,
Perfectly round,
With excellent icing and sweet spicing.
Food Fest Was the Best
Food fest had been really the best;
Is easy to chew up and then digest;
Calories become;
More than some;
Find another we went on a quest.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Categories:
slicing, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Emotion to the top
Spreading fire, spreading the spirit
Looksee what it designates
Moving with the head beat
Slicing like thin clouds
Alternative
Speech marks, going to the clouds
Slicing like rain on a glass window
Why can I feel this?
Like normal, like longer.
Etiquette charm endearance
Fire like smokey joe
Belonging
Singing
Believing
Reality
Categories:
slicing, analogy,
Form: Ballade
I grab the rusted sissors
And thats when I press down hard
Then slice my skin open to see the flesh
It burns and makes me crave for more
I never meant to hurt you
But I cant stop this hurt and pain that lies inside
I am already dying slowly everyday
There is no possible way to stop
That is until you...
Can learn....
To help me...
Feel what....
Love Truely Is....
Categories:
slicing, confusion
Form: I do not know?
1.
for the smoothness is gone
only now, do i detect
stone too cool
for the ends of the fingers.
2.
often my watch
seemed broken unable to keep time
i smile now
for i will never be on time.
3
i use to watch time
with roman numerals
but know time watches me
so i see myself
walk by backwards.
4.
as words disperse from a old dictionary
the pages
all have the same chapters .
but new characters grow on the branches
as the stars
swim where the leaves
of knowledge cannot touch.
5.
now is the time
for touching the lips are plump
with temptation
but poems still taste of ink.
6.
fruit with seeds
in the inner chambers
the metaphor that hides inside
that will reproduce
other symbols
as i cut it into segments of slices
for somewhere a teacher waits...
Categories:
slicing, art, imagination, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Free verse