His old house is crumbling away..Speed- aged by a motorist..I do not make any play.'
Its on the register of old English buildings at risk.'
Estimates at dollars sixteen million to fix
Such very old sticks.' Which i think is exessive as
Its only built light' beams laths and clay tiles
Foundations rather slim, on average only nine
Inches, the earth deep in.' so that cost
i see as really
Grim, nearly as obverblown? as is great appreciation of him."
Your actions speaks louder than words
Your desertion of me this whole summer
Brought me to end of my life
You said you love me but hid her on the side
Traitor and betrayer lack the feeling
To describe your actions
While I was struggling for breathing
Darkness of night became my new friend
Slept alone, telling her our folk tale
I painted in my head
Like an old cardigan one refuses to wear
I carried the weight with spear in my chest dear
I let the porch light turned on
But you showed at my party with another spear
That wind so wild can cause those wooden limbs
to shake from side to side as though to slap a face.
It is worth watching through your window
feeling the weird warmth within, while witnessing
another's violence, as viewing a movie.
How vain do you feel inside
seeing the outside wind and rain?
Have you watched a ring fight,
heard the punches with leathern fists
on a face that takes chastisement
that you and your fellows cannot feel
on your own flesh, without or within?
Have you seen or known of the past
of rockets, guns, arrows, swords, spears, pain, death,
been sheltered by your country, your land, your home,
felt warmed, protected, on your flesh, in your core?
And how did your ancestors watch and hear
an agonising burning at the stake or crucifixion?
How unworldly is that hideous view
that can of course, from such a small distance,
generate a weird warmth within.
(April 2022)
Short days stretch, and long nights shrink
when Sol hangs high in the sky.
And I hear the eerie cry
of wild geese honking in sync.
Robin Redbreasts are the first
on the scene to welcome Spring.
Unabashed, they sweetly sing,
as showers quench Nature's thirst.
Beneath shrouds of fragile flakes,
snowdrops and crocuses sprout.
And green gets scattered about,
a warm breeze is all it takes.
Daffodils poke through the snow,
piercing white with spears of green.
And Spring arrives on the scene,
letting frozen rivers flow.
Beating loudly
Men with spears,
Loin clothes.
Women
Breasts bare
Tribal dancing sunset,
Golden.
Paint a picture-7 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
24 September 2020
He did got the cracks
Kept tightly close racks
Sold roughly in cash
Bought iron mouth spears
Puncture foes into tears
Guys them want dough
Don't weigh the load
Tomorrow's cold
Somewhat unfold
Bold trigger
Sold smugglers
Cold fingers
money
Penny
Coke.
Diminished Hexaverse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
11/5/2020
he was like autumn
all around him
slowly died
i guess i was like autumn too
but adapted to blossom
embracing the moods
now
it's raining again
i foresee thunder
rocking sunless skies
with lightening
dazzling duller days
heaven's tear drops plummet
like a perpetual symphony of
spears and daggers
hidden wounds bleed once more
i bury my pomegranate heart
to hibernate underneath a
veil of evergreen leaves
your shadow appears
in obscurity of dreams
a reminder of regretful
stubborn bitterness or
maybe forgiveness
a time to move on
the dead do not speak
yet we search for answers
to questions that should
have been known in life
we aim to make peace
with the silence
I have a craving for cheese
Milky smooth and oozy;
Hot and melty, buttery
Cheese sauce smothering
My broccoli wood
It’s cheesy
Joy.
My eyes are my spears
in bushes of opportunities
they lead me with confidence
but it is only good scenery
and plateful of edibles I get
I do eat with my hungry eyes
my hands are too short
and legs not fast enough
to identify and catch real games
every hunting expedition
with empty hands I return
but with satisfied eyes
that mean nothing to my life
in this land of opportunities
that belong to me not
NARWHAL
Spares of Death
Fear.
Eyes tightly closed,
I am singing me a lullaby.
Fall Asleep,
I tell myself.
Fall asleep,
lest one of these lighting rods of ugliness
plunge it's terror into my heart.
Like angels of death they snorkels around me.
It's a dolphin!
No, it's a whale!
It's a massive ugly creature.
with a spear of death in its head.
Ugly!
Beautiful!
Awesome!
The huge oceans!
Indeed the fittest place
for these contradictory pods of terror.
10/1/2015 © A & J Juman The "Said" Poet
These, the nations raged; their kingdoms, were moved...
He uttered His voice, her earth melted; be still and know
That I am God I will be exalted in this place; it's worlds ?
Peering about the face of her globe where shadows lurk
A pagan's planet ? Crawling through stain glass temples
Bowing to demons as fallon angels gnawing upon poison
Splinters, which form their tongues ? The scepter unholy
In hands of shame these thrones defiled mocking ? Veils
Covering while stealing thus, dividing; innocent children..
Made blind and his chambers this pain ? Your woodwork
There is no glory nor treasures tomorrow darkened kings.
a clerihew
A bride, Britney Jean Spears
young girl of seventeen years.
After fifty-five hours of married life
annulment granted - no more wife.
September 24, 2012
If Britney gets another chance
This time she better wear some pants
When getting out her SUV
She’s shown us more than we should see
5th place finish in the contest
spears sing of spring
push past rag-tag laggard snow---
trumpet the sun
When winter sweeps its silent snow
And wraps the forest's silver glade
The pooling waters frozen stiff
Own spears of ice that droop in shade.
From trees with furrowed ruts and grooves
The flakes that fall on garden stones
Are tiny angels heaven sends
To grace moonlight with quiet moves.
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