The homeless poet sorrow , i---- [ lyric of the homeless poet ]
Since the last ten years I have been befriended
With street life and love I with the cold breath weaved
The darkness of each night has made me lone
was I to be like that opted in the apt life not to be
not to be, not to be, not to be ……??
With that shoddy sky which never sought to be my cove
At least to shelter me from its wet tears in my live
Ache of heart breaks, wounds of hunger made
was I to be like that opted in the apt life not to be
not to be, not to be, not to be ……??
Humiliations of isolation profits
Misery of life surpluses surfeits
Oh street life, cursed to be you or the community
was I to be like that opted in the apt life not to be
not to be, not to be, not to be ……??
Who refused to save lives of us,
who ignored when I be thirsty
who blamed my life as the fault was caused by me
was I to be like that opted in the apt life not to be
not to be, not to be, not to be ……??
Categories:
surpluses, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme
When darkness dives to save the day
Subconscious minds drift off astray,
Bursting with burning hot desire,
Setting the night on phantom fire.
Under the dark sky's shelter, they
Explore a slew of shades of grey.
Under the moonlight, sly and lush,
Minds’ surpluses hover in hush.
Disturbing dreams, daring and bold,
Don’t hold back begging to unfold -
Sweat sets into nightmarish mode
Of feverish and icy cold.
As day’s safe undercover blown,
As night’s stark terrors frantic flown,
There’s no escape from dire pursuit,
Deafening pleas for help fall mute.
Demons of darkness, hot or cold,
Prance in the dark, not to be told…
Burnt out, their sacred secrets die
Under the oath of the night sky.
February 23, 2022
Categories:
surpluses, dream, night, sky,
Form: Rhyme
Another cold winter has passed.
Every winter threatens even colder icey blasts.
Green shoots still bud, somehow.
Frost subsidies; spring's hope approaches.
Now flowers need pruning, hedges trimming. But...
too many cuts, stump development.
Come either rain or snow,
balanced budgets make neither friend nor foe
of deficits and surpluses.
The gardener snips. Considering damage.
Restoring order. Uprooting weeds. Encouraging growth.
Preparing better, for next winter.
Mike Concise © 2015
www.mikeconcise.com
Categories:
surpluses, money, nature, political,
Form: Free verse