Lavenders “allure,”
they “lure” bees, butterflies, folk,
toxic air immune,
flower on spike, fragrant vent,
evergreen shrub in svelte perfume
dilute blob oe’r skin,
red blotches, wrinkles, acne,
stoma clogs clean flush,
witch hazel spoon scoop fold in,
with mauve plant a face fillip
Sweet, spiced and salty,
courses, with subtle mint hint,
wild herb a chef’s boon,
its honey glaze gels with greens,
or muffins, waffles, ice cream
Lavenders “allure,”
they “lure” bees, butterflies, folk,
toxic air immune,
flower on spike, fragrant vent,
evergreen shrub in svelte perfume
You are a force of nature pursuing me
At times so strong onyx overwhelming
You say you want me to be your wife
But I am afraid I can’t cherry oblige
Can’t see green forest for turquoise trees
You took a yellow year courting me
In your mahogany mind I belonged to you
Love is a mysterious crime I’m not in the mood
I am blue rain on your passionate parade
Purple is your pain because I will not stay
I kept your silver secrets as you have mine
Never got my sea legs as you stalk me online
I prefer to be bluebird who got away
I’ve an encouraging word I must say
I’m not your one your chocolate soulmate
Whoever she is for you she will wait
My garden plots my demise
Haunts me like a living soul
The care I give is appreciated, yet expected
Each time I weed takes a toll
When it's time to prune
All hell breaks loose
The clods grow stones to throw and wound
The ears of corn hear all that I say
They stalk me, following every which way
The sly potatoes sprout eyes to spy
And the others sharpen their spears to slay.
As I sweat with tools through the rows and rows
I hear the whispered names they call
I know the slang they use , ( crying, "hoe!")
Meaning a loose woman and I'm appalled !
Tiny Terry Titmouse peeks at me from a wee stalk of barley.
Is he consuming this plant?
Is this his home or his slumbering place?
I watch his eyes flicker open.
He does not appear to be afraid.
He makes no moves.
A country mouse for sure.
Slow and steady, not wasting any energy.
I admire him.
No hurry.
No scurry.
No hustle or bustle.
Does he have any idea how lucky he is?
I think of my city life, and I shudder.
Wishing I had my own stalk of barley.
Following down the sidewalks
Watching from my backyard,
Everywhere I go, he stalks
Waiting to catch me off guard
Even in the safest places
My town, my school, my home,
The shape of his masked face is
Hiding wherever I may roam
Lock yourself into a closet
Behind dresses and blue jean,
Fight back and scream 'cause it
Is the night of Halloween
And, when fear is so unbridled
And helpful friends are not there,
Remember, everyone is entitled
To at least one good scare.
(Inspired by the film, 'Halloween', (1978)
Written: October 19th, 2022
Used rhymezone.com
In the darkness, I am shapeless.
Formless I slink through the gloom.
Witness, for a moment, death near.
Your breath is deep in its tomb.
In the darkness, you are helpless,
Senseless and fearful forlorn.
Blind to what’s within deep shade,
Displayed in expression adorned.
Your heart beats quicker in darkness,
Your hardness and will are undone.
Looking in shadows for demons;
The legions are really just one.
You fear the darkness around you.
Surrounding, smothering smoke.
Instead you should fear what’s in it.
Admit the terror evoked.
Opening eyes in the darkness,
Harmless is not what I am.
Staring you down from the corner;
No border halting advance.
The gleam of my eyes in darkness,
Its sharpness surprisingly bright,
Pierces your soul as you see them.
Flee, you cannot this midnight.
Fear feeding the fire inside;
Desire to feel the rush,
Of a mortem imposed on you,
And pursuing fresh bones to crush.
You stumble backward at my sight;
A wight from hell in the gloaming.
Fear thick in the air between us
Keen my senses are honing
In darkness I stalked
And forwards I walked
Out from the shadows
While seething
And seeking
The sweet rush of death
In the window,
stopped, i feel...
The street,
the moon,
the crowd
they stalk me...
Wait for my flight...
my jump...
Wait... I'm not
Bird... !
A poem is not a poem if it does not
have death on its mind. The joyful and uplifting
is for the witnessing of summits
yet behind that revelation,
a hushed spirit walks to the gravesite.
The light and bouncing sparrow
nests under the somber hood of the ebon crow.
Words grow from the ecstatic pain of creation,
they sing of love and splendor,
but let the drowned sailor have his walk-on part.
If you write of eternal things, then give death its due,
for one must be the garb for the other.
God in Her fortress of infinite love
let’s grim death stalk even the brightest muse,
She allows the mad fancy of romantic love
a place to die and be reborn again.
Then when a sweet poem hints also of death
it will tell of a greater knowing of love and life,
and not be just some piece of a lesser truth.
Like a leaf stalk
Forever
I will hold
You-
My leaf blade.
Turn up the lights
Fold up the bed
Turn up those voices
outside my head
Lay out for me
Feed me with lies
Just hold me up, your patron saint
Do matronize me
'Cause I can't make you stalk me
if you won't
You can't make your mind think something
it don't
Here in my light,
in these early hours
I will pick up my heart
and not feel your power
But I can't, no I won't
'Cause I can't make you stalk me,
when you don't.
I'll freeze my eyes,
then you won't see
The heart you don't feel
when you're not holding me
Evening will come
and you'll do what's wrong
Just give me till then
to give up this song
And you could give up our wrong
'Cause I can't make you love us
if you won't
You can't make your mind feel something
it don't
Here in our light,
in these late hours
I will pick up my heart
and I'll feel our power
But I can't, no I can't
'Cause I can't make you stalk peace,
when you don't.
Don’t stalk my territory again
Stealing my sleep
Making me cry in vain
Which under servitude you can no longer keep
Whether all the weapons on Earth you deploy
To cull your desire
To employ
Ruse, fuse or fire
In a bid to finish
My ambition
To diminish
The mission on which I embark with passion
To protect the territory
You thought subdued
With the armoury
No longer skewed
In the favour
Your demons mustered
In your endeavor
To get my destiny frustrated
In word and deed
Just because I demand you stay
Away from the territory creed
That leads you astray
As I defend what’s mine
Ordained from on high
Despite your loss of spine
That leaves you dry
As long as greed
Takes the best of your power of judgment
Indulging your misread
Of the situation that works to your detriment
Unless you desist
From hatching your evil plan
As you persist
In snatching my territory in concert with your clan.
Oh you stalk of corn,
How withered you look now,
Stripped of honour and full of scorn
Oh you stalk!, now you bow,
you have remained standing only
as a provender for stalls and fodder
Once in full bloom, you were the
cynosure of the farmer
Paying homage to you regularly
giving you largesse
of herbicides' and fertilizers'
The delight of greenery, the envy of
weeds, the lusting of goats and sheep.
The stalk of corn of yore days.
Your peak outlast, your decline at last
Your grains harvested, gladdens the heart
of many wearied;
In dough's of pies, in puddings and porridge's.
The pangs of hunger you salvaged for man
and for beasts
Your seeds await your demise oh stalk
of corn,
To take your place in the vicious cycle
of life by the farmer
Oh corn stalk, you are bowed and
withered waiting for the set time.
Corn stalk, I salute you, take a bow
for now.
You have fulfilled purpose and destiny.
(written on 20/09/2016)
Don’t let the worms touch the brittle petals,
Just blow them to my empty palms
As gentle dream. I can no longer settle
Be lonely as a leafless stalk.
And coltsfoot not roses,
Just coltsfoot surround me
And nothing comes close
As close as a dream comes.
It rains all over our roofs and our raincoats
And we might fall or wither away,
I long for the time,
for the night when the moth comes
But hope for a visit of an insect less gray.
And coltsfoot not roses,
Just coltsfoot surround me
And nothing comes close
As close as a dream comes.
I can not run from his history or dodge a best forgotten past,
I'm constantly reminded of his flings that did not last,
You can run but I've learned you can never hide....
I get swept into his embrace but pulled out by a historical tide
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