From the thistle and vine
From the thicket of thorn
Into the light of the morning
Out from the briar patch, gone
In a flicker of light
Into the glimmer of dawn
Slipping out at the daybreak
With the rise of the sun
In the ticking of time
From the clock on the wall
Ring the bells of a new day
Sing the words of this song
As the cripple creek winds
Along the bend in the road
Through the cut of the canyon
Through the layers of stone
In the literal mind
Of the words as they're known
Comes the turn of a new phrase
Twisted off an old one
Down from the rain in the sky
Onto the earth where it falls
Through the Rock of the Ages
Through the Roll of the Souls
In the blink of an eye
In the wink of one more
Slipping back in the nightfall
By the light of the stars
Bring the whistle and rhyme
Into the twisted knot hole
Another day in a lifetime
Back to the briar patch, gone
Categories:
thicket, light, night, stars, sun,
Form: Rhyme
Blossoming flowers that grow in the thicket of time
Valentine cards carefully written growing ageless with time
In loving care with the moon,
a glowing cupid darts about with spriteful aim
shooting gold tip arrows full of magic
targeting Valentine souls of the world,
when they are hit, they don't stand a chance!
Sweet chocolate candies and black bow ties
grins that say, I loved you from the very start
Forever your heart holds the key
in this sweet aftertaste there is never any haste
when it comes to love, take your time !
The comings and goings of passion need simmer,
for its only through long lasting bonds
that they glimmer and shine !
Categories:
thicket, appreciation, valentines day,
Form: Free verse
As I idled on the grass
I heard a little cricket,
But I could not see him though,
He was somewhere in a thicket.
I found his chirping charming
An engaging chap was he,
But just where he was chirping from,
Was quite a mystery.
Yet I did not search I listened
That was quite enough for me,
He could chirp away all day
I enjoyed his company.
Entry for
LATE FEB 2019 ,ANY FORM OR NONE,
ANY THEME,UP TO A MAX OF 20 LINES Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Stand.
21/2/19. Placed=1st.
Categories:
thicket, humorous, insect, nature,
Form: Rhyme
I walk into such thicket for such answers
Life purpose
For hope of learning nature’s charms
To find life purpose
For those days I lay dying
I hope to not discover—not living
I not want this life to live
Not to give up.
Unless it neededly be so
I wanted to remove from life:
That which that that fight bad
[And]Cowardly chaos
I sought to rim wide and tightly the tree [of life]
To drive life into no certain escape
To deprive, of all luxuries, it.
If it prove a fighter . . .
Then I’d so speak of this
In published prose
Be it gentle—or sweet
As lover may so be
Of such I’d ably speak truly
I see as it lie—in men’s lives
For there to be an unknown
Whether it be:
DIVINE
OR
DASTARDLY DIVINE
I walk into such thicket for such answers.
Categories:
thicket, education, high school, life,
Form: I do not know?
My trembling feet may venture
Where others dare not go
These fingers touch the blood red thorns
And remind my heart to beat slow
But still the sparrow sings to me
Quietly from the dogwood tree
Echoing across the falling leaves
"Come to me, come to me."
Categories:
thicket, absence, corruption, desire, dream,
Form: Rhyme
It’s an old dog day
when the dragonflies play
and the pines smell sweet
in the Big Thicket heat.
A shallow creek a-runnin’
and the lazy turtles sunnin.’
Soft sand under feet
in the Big Thicket heat.
Cicadas sing and fly
in a raucous lullaby.
A siesta can’t compete
in the Big Thicket heat.
Then night gently falls
and an old owl calls
while tree frogs greet
in the Big Thicket heat.
Now Daddy tells stories
of the Old Woods’ glories
and our day is complete
in the Big Thicket heat
Categories:
thicket, natureold, old, , Lullaby,
Form: I do not know?
I remember the dance of the Indians
As we lay behind our thicket fence
And the rain fell just as they wished
I took your hand, you squeezed and we were there
Moving bodies flowed like they were meant
To be together until the bitter end
So? You ran away from your heart
Nothing really seems to stay the same
Can my pleas forgive me?
It kills to think that I'll never be with you again
Do you see me now?
I don't know, somehow ... you were mine
Categories:
thicket, allegory, loss, love,
Form: Ballad
As the burning bush astral signals
impale me all at once
I climb Jacob's ladder before I plummet
running from the siren song
That billows beyond waterfalls and the journeyman's sighs
Its unbearable lying among cranberry leaves
the ivory cuts me to sheaths
Beyond embryonic sheets I cry for a spiritual sleeve
To wipe my jaundice tears
I'm a derelict trespassing
the backtrack on twilight throng
I'm in a cranberry thicket
where cherrywood dies before sundown wrong
paddling among particles of saw-dust hay
gulping mildew in cavernous outhouses
just to sober up today
Singing, rhapsodizing
how you blew the whistle on my bluff
About how I was the liar
clinging to craggy rock and moss
Its just the coyote blitzing the canyon
and the raven in my cannon
That remind me of the briars I use to dodge.
Now I find comfort in their lodge. ...
Categories:
thicket, allegory, introspection, sad, me,
Form: Verse