A marionette of the void
Aware of the needle like strings,
Stranding on the edge of light
Yet covered by the veil of hollowness
A woeful homunculus, gazing at the abyss
"Blessed assurance glory divine ..."
Supine haze swiped tall grass wooing shadows,
as chimes of wren's feathers a float parade,
begs a trace with leaves sought resting barrows,
the fondness parting loft and low portrayed.
Nourishing willows stranding morning dews,
while lengthy lappings the murmured streaming,
courses the sourcing promises pact sinews,
of turned new leaves and blazed hues trails dreaming.
Quietude slights segmental furtherance,
edging up-ends the friendlies beckoning,
hail the awakened, embracing balance,
trice the brevity traipsed separating.
The listless stares a sheltered clemency,
keys to a kingdom freed their fervency.
when paired
pilot whales
choose one mate for life
a monogamous linkage
survivors will beach themselves when their mate dies
In the night
those tiny hairs
stand erect
at attention on my neck
Eyes darting from
lights undisturbed movement
Gulp almost in audible
under the racing muscles thrum
Noises unnoticed in the sunlights charm
Now bring visages of predestined harm
Dark scurries into shadow
Is there someone there ?
a pause expectant of reply
listening as the sound bounces
and breaks
stranding me in the silence
Floorboards give a gentle rasp
as my sight fumbles in the shadows
does the dark look back
horses
wild horses
they sleep stranding
but no one understanding
when two wild ones love
they meet up each night
two bodies
one sky
one bed
stars
one blanket
two heads
one cloud
four eyes
one hungry stare
two minds
one thought
four arms
one cuddle
four lips
two tongues
one kiss
two bodies
two hearts
two souls
one moan
now you understand
if this what's happening
beyond
you will sleep standing
gotta protect
what's happening
Tamer Hossam
Winter winds scatter snow onto the road,
and icy patches make the asphalt slick,
sending cars careening into the ditch.
With tires spinning, cars end up in the ditch,
though city trucks applied sand to the road;
for there's no grip, the pavement's still slick.
Black ice and slushy snow make the road slick,
stranding vehicles all along the ditch;
it's not a safe time to be on the road.
When the road's slick, you'll skid into a ditch.
by Mark Miller © 12/05/2014
Arms of blood living harm
Ruin track veins open lines
For dismal posture charms
Yellow tatters skin gore itch
Dark draw future empty essence
Longing Son's lost youth innocence
Only spoons stain last will remains
Of powder frozen poise deliverance
Strewed heart soul lingers full alone
Riding down our empty filed hours
In haste as needle war lays waste
For corners concrete poppy flowers
Pencil in halls meeting date dread
Stranding left feelings sector dead
Chemical whisper softens cellular disappearance
Fast
Toss the knotted rope
Thrust the knife
Standing still
I wait
Kill the pain
Leave the burdens at heavens gate
In anxiety I saturate
Standing still
I wait
Rain
Falling from hell
Washing me in bloody tales
Standing still
I wait
Drowning
As I drink old mans ale
Tranquility killed
Stranding still
I wait
Beginning
The road to dust
Horror seems to be a must
Standing still
I wait
Ending
Agony dances on my head
Angels running from me
Standing still
I wait
Black
Both blood and the night
Rotting to nothing
Still
I wait no more
So this our time
Our time to know the unknowable
But time stopped
with this dagger to the heart
delivered from a stranger's lips
How long knowing takes
with numbed minds
and shattered thoughts
You tore a gash in time
stranding us in pain
you exchanged for your own
Future unreachable
Past unchangeable
when
on the breath of a balloon
you gave your life away
Thoughts froth, crest, and merge through ocean’s
indiscriminate wandering, no recognizable
beginning or end like smoke on the wind,
melding, melting, fusing coalescing.
Reality a fragile grasp held on
a two-dimensional canvas once white,
clean, stretching taunt, taunt as the
implausible reality of our existence-
existence standing, stranding, hair, fur, frond's
weaving about crowns of trees in rye fields.
Everything alive, writhing, wanting,
needing, thriving, dying-skin crawling reality
like orange oil on the hollow cheeks of despair.
Pain, defies, belies, confusion's frame stretching
upon illusion's claim-eye to hand, hand to brush
the clean, white, membrane between brain pan and
paint pan. No recognizable beginning or end
melding, melting, fusing, coalescing-gone.
Self-Portrait with Fur Cap, Bandaged Ear & Pipe
Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890 Dutch)
First Published in Five Poetry Magazine 2013
Here, Here Now
Here, Here Now with each single word
Is strangest poem you have ever heard.
America's beauty all around was abounding
We had family fathers who were founding
Dreams of theirs had been so astounding
No defeats only victories were resounding.
Thanks for my poem drinking and downing
While around with them I might be clowning;
Don't like effects that me out end up drowning
If unhappy will find people who are frowning.
Dastardly disturbs me when you are demanding
Final, ultimate result is lack of understanding
So why should some poor soul you be stranding
Follow God's ten and lead can be commanding.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
www.story-telling-around-the-world.com
Penetrative prodigious plundering pestilential prod of pain
Ambiguous avarice amassing astounding avalanche of ache
Injuriously instigating incessant inconsolable irritation
Nattering numbness needling nerves to nail the heart with fire and fear.
ii
Feathers flocking night
The rocks gnaw the flesh of sight
Icarus groans death
The stake through the tongue
The vice tightens without end
I crumble in skin
What singes the brain
Stranding me in motion scraps -
The hog teeth of pain.
iii
O Christ, your cross spike
My flesh, plundering virtue
From my callousness.
Trembling nail in me
Biting bone breaking blood's vein
Winces through the night
Vinegar or gall
I would drink for ease of pain
And blind fear of death
Yet to die is ease
I seek but grimace away
In sweat and shaking.
..........Smile forged with tears and sorrow
was all I could feel
i felt the pain on my rips
as my breath start to break
the say its a heart break
I think is a death call
like a gun short on the four head
as I stood on the four front
cautioned with flame of fire
that burns directly the heart
Slowly I break down
as the pain speeds up
all I could see is yonder
yonder stranding forth s it's hand
calling me down to under world
fighting it was the next option
Strength far away from me
water run down the bridges
I don't want the call,not now
the sun sets up fear to the skin
now dishing out death to the soul
she is the light to my life
..........Could she be my doom?....................
lonely corridor---
sound of her high heels
stranding me
Aeneas crept into the depths
of the underground, upright
he stepped
darkly
as dead roses pressed
and she wept
(Persephone)
in the pit
(indemnity)
where shadows slept
bellowing
as bellows sing
so readily
below those mourning bells that ring
burrowed
'neath the death of Spring
borrowed
from the breath we breathe
burroughs
of departed greed
ennui ennui ennui I scream
wake up! this hell is not a dream
and all is eaten as it feeds
and everything is as it seems
and everything is vanity
as Ashteroth to Easter bleeds
calamitous insanity
the bedlam that Pandora breeds
and Neptune drowned himself in seas
abysmal king of dead seaweeds
the pit is dank and dark and deep
and filled with those of restless sleep
and as the riddle of the Sphinx
shows that time is entropy
just as chains are naught but links
our DNA, life's tapestry
unweaves itself unto deceit
stranding us in furnace heat
like the Rich Man full of thirst
as is the last so was the first
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