On looking through the window
A humorous sight I'd seen,
A quartet of lively ewes
Were playing Tag on the green.
Leaping over twisted logs,
Around the rocks they skipped,
Sweeping round the bendy field.
Down and up they dipped.
Butting heads and locking horns,
Bumping each other in the side -
( I think if I was one of them
I'd be terrified! )
At times it looked violent.
But it's their way of having fun.
What a joy to watch these adult sheep
Baa and play and run!
family reunion
the young playing tag
with our memories
Two thin tangled medals
sway in the rearview mirror
of your dirt-caked Jeep.
Indented identification
on polished silver surfaces
clang together a constant
reminder in your ears.
I heard the anecdote once,
landmines and folded flags.
My eyes began to fall
on hints of gray
in cropped hair,
flat-lined lips
and shabby strapped boots.
I want to reach out,
tug at the laces.
Watch as you untie.
Admired some artwork on somebody’s walls
And noticed that tags were attached.
I thought that the gallery’d left on the price,
But an answer was quickly dispatched.
No, those paintings have claimants, so after we’re gone,
Our grandchildren know what they’re getting.
They’ve made their selections so no one will fight –
On that outcome, at least, we are betting.
Though I like the idea and have heard it before,
I had never seen tags on display
And I’d worry that each day I didn’t drop dead,
All my grandkids would mourn the delay.
So perhaps if their choices were part of a will
Or were logged in a ledger or binder,
Then mortality’d keep himself hidden from view
And that art wouldn’t be a reminder.
I'm reserved..Don't say much...
I'm shy..but confident as well..
I don't Express b/c I feel lurch...
When my own said thoughts make my life hell !!
My thoughts are pure and I know that!
You make me feel like I've made a mistake...
Mistaken..In choosing you from the lot!
Mistaken...b/c my emotions r being put at stake!
You'll one day realize what you've lost!
I bet you will !
Just as now i'm realizing my fault!
Realizing after being thrown from top of the hill !
.
Will never expressmy sentiments again ever !
Optimism is dealt with pessimism everywhere
Innocent being tagged as ''Clever''
Enough done ! Now can't bear !
.
Not Everybody can know you !
Not Everybody can Understand you!
Not everybody can feel the real person in You !
Everybody can NEVER be YOU !
Society is wrong
college is too long
a subtle bubble that wraps and cuddles
like snookies thong, its junk
thinkin youre grown up
and matured in 4 years
under pressure of peers
that cant release till 2 beers
Youve smeared your smirk
your boys seared and jerked to be frank ya furt
it stanks that the mirror doesnt flirt
so is that why,
you try treat me second rate
then kaput and dog what i say
cause youre insecure and afraid
and its got to gnaw at the base
im the salt to your taste
I hope all of these words
are a saw to your face
ive stirred the hornets nest
hoppin the fence with each rhyme
like i was just south of the most southwest lines
its time to diss this order, screw the court of florida
this border torture is a scorcher
but we can afford ta pay for ya house, a spouse, hospital bills,
more of whatever you feel and all of your mental disorders
its hilarious, my diss burns like asparagus
when you piss out your arogance in the middle of the toilet
Its so hott I could drop a egg in it and hard boil it
you've baked your plans o imma have to spoil it
you could saran-wrap your grams and still foil it
Just cover your manhood when the recoil hits
Peering out around and about
Bewildered puzzled face upon me
Noticing something was just out of place
Though it has probably been here all along
This hesitant pace I’m rambling on
Wondering to myself aloud
As if an answer would soon too appear
Right through the paper thin air
Marveling at this spectacle of a thought
In which I now embrace
Recapped those of my last stops back behind a ways
Only to discover there is no rendition in recovering ones foot trace
Silly Silly Grace
For it is of such distaste as lead in the race
That so patiently abates its next comeuppance
Although it certainly wasn’t expected
An answer did appear
No not through thin air
Twas more an epiphany of sorts that stated in recourse
Thou shall not speak to oneself so clearly
Tis truly kinda creepy
None the less the answer I do confess is life…
Simply love purely living
I’m a young boy
A single mother’s son
I’m a young beach beaten by a tsunami
Sent by an undersea earthquake delivering ripples of death
Carrying my mother and hers out to sea
Ravaged sands asking the sunset to reveal the secrets of the sunrise
I’m a father to a wonderful child
A beautiful wife’s husband
I’m the love in each rain drop of a gentle rain
Nurturing arid hearts with the moisture of my words
Watering seeds of the future with hope
The catalyst for the magic of spring
I’m a teacher
A Painter
I’m the strike of a snake
My fang: a pen’s nib full of black venom
Poisoning compressed cellulose pulp;
The anti-venom: beautiful words
Administered through the ink gracing the surface
A student of verse
~ I am a poet ~
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I was tagged by raul to write a poem that ends with
"I am a poet"
now I'm tagging Elaine George
Lyric poets, lovers of fine rhyme;
balladeers who weave with lines a tale;
satirists and bards of the sublime,
and troubadours who sing a light rondel.
Will my muse appear to me and show it?
That place I long to be, where they all dwell. . .
and I'm with them because I am a poet.
(LInda-Marie, I know how you love doing spur of the moment stuff. haha. You are IT. You
have to end your poem with those words, "I am a poet.")
There once was a Santa from Nome.
From house to house he did roam,
When done he stopped for a beer
And some friendly Holiday cheer.
Alas…… he couldn’t find his way home.
thank you Carolyn..lets see what the chef can come up with...
Remains
Pulse Taken
Living or dead?
Fate reveals my destiny
Alive!
Thanks Ruben Ortellao! Jared Picket your next!
Modern Cinquain Based On Word Count....1,2,3,4,1
Earthworm-like twins, parallel to
one another
quivering and both equally
yearning to explore
the others skin.
Tension-free, nervousness leaves
in that moment
I remember the Butterflies
and the Finger-tip tickle skinsation.
his words come trough with such fierce emotion
a strong brother with pride and devotion
he writes from his heart and when he starts
he continues till the ink runs dry
sticking to his beliefs and holding his heritage close
he injects us with another dose of reality
we tend to stray a bit too far away from the truth
then comes along this man who reminds us of our roots
although we never met in our words we built a bond
remaining true to ourselves and spreading the word
that many are scared to hear
he comes through throwing punches of lifes little secrets
reminding us that in our minds we must keep it
his poetry is devine and makes us feel in different ways
showing us that the world today is still like it was back in the days
i wish i could say more about my new friend but this is hardly the end
a new dawn will arise and pens and paper are in his hand
he's ready to take us on new journeys in his mothers land
Great day in the morning
All poets take warning
Cause this man is hoot hollerin' fun
He says he's a senior
But by his demeanor
His youthful spirit will not be out done
So Daver it's true
We can learn much from you
For life doesn't end as we age
So youth watch out
When Davers about
His pizzazz will take center stage
A very hot Maine Potato was just placed in my hand
By the beautiful Talented POETESS "POETRY SOUP'S " Dane Ann " "
There is only one rule that can't be broken , The words "it's Hot"
can be spoken, Save YOURSELF and Write a Token Of Esteem
of Honor to a Family member on POETRY SOUP. Here's the scoop
Keep the game clean "TAG YOUR IT Barbara Jean
Please read Dane Ann's POEM " Look Out, HG---YOUR Tagged"
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