The Breakup
How cruel I was
cold shoulder against love
no reconciliation
her heart was as cold
as mine
The night was endless
The day saved by a dog
I had some news beginning
but without her
She was not a part
It ended fairly
She had a home, but not
near
My aloneness was great
the dog and I, in the forest
unruffled by reality
Eating lunch in a beautiful
café, she came in and I
desired her greatly
I was in love, wrote hot
poems nothing could
ever go wrong
We know, life is perfect
I had tiered her out;
She wanted to be free
Freedom is a must, but
When freedom hurts those
We love, we have failed
Categories:
tiered, abortion, absence, abuse, addiction,
Form: ABC
I thought to clip a rose
as I did, stopped to think,
would my clipped rose
be happy with a faucet
drink? A clipped rose
in a thermal made vase,
yet of glass pure sand remained,
I sensed, a blessed clear trace –
like sacred-core of a stone, like my
deeper earpiece, closer
to the bone, my personal
spirit-phone – a clipped
rose...by the window, in
a fancy wet gown; residing
in a new blossom place,
keeping close to home, God’s
many wondrous, tiered inner/outer space --
on my beloved, painted kitchen walls,
cascades
of floral
waterfalls --
Categories:
tiered, art, christian, environment, flower,
Form: Free verse
SELF LOVE
I finally emerged from my hypnotic state
When I’d been scribbling notes to myself
Back in the room was quite a shock to me
Being both in and out of a kind of fantasy
Yet I do recall doubting my mental health
But then saw just what I was told to create
A letter to myself written in my own hand
Expressing a kind of love or so it appeared
A long list of all my otherwise hidden traits
If conscious, it may have tempted the fates
But that analysis seemed to be multi-tiered
And surprising for me, hard to understand
In summary, it said I wasn’t so bad after all
Yet some details were embarrassing in a way
A dream state suggestive of insights so deep
That I’d worry in future of my falling asleep
But some aspects of myself had parts to play
And that sooner or later had to heed the call
Since then, I have thought much about that
Is it better OK, rather than at the extremes
With my true self, I think I’d get along fine
Despite the temptation to step over the line
But of every version of me I’d see in dreams
Would I merely smile and even doff my hat
Categories:
tiered, self,
Form: Rhyme
.
her's paced back
forth mine
in the tiered
sheen
swing dress
i
yes
i
yes I with the
lust
panted
she
yes she
she felt mine pant
with mine duke
her's press'd
it
with mine other
all uv it's
frenetic digits
hern
felt mine
breathe
Categories:
tiered, corruption, extended metaphor, french,
Form: Bio
Midnight boom town streets have this allure
imagining an uncanny venture
eavesdrop veil surround but dark as coal
how I love my after hours stroll
Secret worlds unfold their impish plot
mesmerised entanglement a tiered whatnot
black crush velvet sky we must extol
how I love my after hours stroll
Gilt fantasies that float across each lane way
fluorescent gremlin from some ghostly parking bay
gust on salt ice pier might buttonhole
how I love my after hours stroll
Snow clad mall whistler gaffe prone
while wandering the ink hue urban zone
a chapter lift and snatch from begging bowl
how I love my after hours stroll
Traffic signals stellar stoic stance
heartbeat of nocturnal moonlight dance
frozen digit signage reeks of twinkling North Pole
how I love my after hours stroll
Categories:
tiered, beautiful, beauty, celebration, cheer
Form: Kyrielle
Her exquisite lace linen collar tiered in layers of dainty threes
Was not the only beautifying feature of Princess LaCrees
Her beetle necklace of green peridot was engraved well
Her monocle was designed by Bob Mackie’s protégé, Snell.
She was the ultimate spring peeper croaker.
We saw by her wardrobe, she was a leap frogging bloaker.
Prominently featured on her front was a darling topaz roach broach.
It was the kind of semi jewel that would never have to ride in coach.
Princess LaCrees knew to top off her flashy outfit with a favored crown.
Orange crushed velvet puff ball at the top, it was a coppery light brown.
She is dazzling, a jumper among the reeds, the best of the best.
Ribbit Ribbit she shouts, her head a big crest.
Don’t you get hungry wearing all of those bugs? Asked Lady in Waiting.
Not really, the princess answered, as her maids began the uncrating.
Grasshoppers, ants, beetles, and lady bugs were scattering all around.
She stabbed and ate them all with her wand, without making a sound.
Categories:
tiered, 10th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Disrespect pours out of this child on a regular basis.
His classmates would like to see him float onto an oasis.
Where he could enjoy his company and bully himself.
Or high and far away, up on a three-tiered library shelf
That he could not yell mean things to them any more
This child is loud, nasty, racist and a ridiculous bore.
His classmates despise him, they do not know that his mother
Has never made him respect anyone, just like his brother.
Categories:
tiered, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Her sign said, “New York or Illinois”.
He stopped immediately, and she climbed in.
Her smile was honest, immediate and amazing.
She was dressed in a long three-tiered skirt.
She had a ring for each finger, and an ankle bracelet.
Her toes had popped out of her flat sandals.
Her hair was as wild as a fighting grizzly bear.
She told a few stories, and then she asked about him.
He was not usually a talker, but they had a five-hour trip.
He opened up and told her everything he knew about himself.
Actually, he told her more than he knew that he knew about himself.
He was totally in love by the time he got her to Illinois.
Two states away from where he had planned to drive that day.
He actually kept driving and took her to New York.
It was the least he could do for himself.
Categories:
tiered, nostalgia,
Form: Narrative
Family Holiday Dinner
A time to submit,
A time to commit,
And pray for Jesus’ forgiveness.
A time to witness.
A time to express
And ask God, our family please bless.
A time to say grace
And thank the Lord
For the food we are about to ingest:
Yams and ham, turkey and cornbread dressing,
Mashed potatoes and gravy, and hot-buttered biscuits.
Green beans, collard greens, and corn niblets;
Sweet potato pie and a three-tiered cake;
Ice-cold water, soda, and milk,
Coffee or tea, and wine to drink. Amen.
Categories:
tiered, christian, family, holiday, thanksgiving,
Form: Verse
Elithene
The river nymph she calls to me in her fluid tones
of bubbling ecstasy.
Her echo soaking each flower and frond, every stone she strokes with lithesome bond.
Living grace of life and light, calling, singing
the day and the night.
At her feet, froth, as stiffened lace,
flowing down in tiered
liquid space.
And at her neck there rises a rapid frill
of foaming white
in overspill.
How I love her!
and name her mine
for all her ethereal quiver
For she is that which knows no time
She is Elithene, nymph of the river.
Categories:
tiered, fairy, river,
Form: Rhyme
the concept of a "hi-ku moment" ,personal experience provides the sole motive for recording an aesthetic moment of a timeless feeling of enlightened harmony as the poet's nature and the environment are unified in impressionist brevity with short succinct syntax,sans superfluous words, avoidance of metaphor and similes ,where an emphasis on imagery over exposition becomes ..genius... using an economy of words ..to paint a multi-tiered painting, without "telling all".
Categories:
tiered, poetry, word play,
Form: Didactic
the genius of hi-ku with an economy of words to paint a multi-tiered painting, without "telling all". to show rather than tell conforming to the key to true imagist poetry,a subtle difference ,to avoid ,like 'as'&'to' and the use of past tense verbs thus without verbs,adverbs,adjectives verse freed from syllabic constraint within its triplicity of format,and inherently unique zen cultural artform, yet still with a caesura and surprise.
NOTE:haiku' is the ' form original in Japanese' and the translations of the original Japanese verse form into the English language
Categories:
tiered, poetry, word play,
Form: Prose Poetry
My crushes are so numerable, it is crazy to try to remember them all.
When I love you it’s in a full blown puppy way, in your lap with Tarzan’s call.
Sky King, Mighty Mouse, Bugs Bunny, The Pink Panther, Howdy Doody.
Yes, I know it is dating me. I also crush on things sweet and fruity.
Cobbler, filled donuts, eclairs, turnovers, any kind of pie especially cherry.
I loved being outside picking fruit, peas, beans, and all kinds of berry.
I crushed on mushrooms fresh from the woods full of tiny ants.
When I got a bit older I crushed on bell bottoms, the hippy pants.
Crush on Elvis, Johnny Cash, John Wayne, Maureen Sullivan and others.
Cannot get enough of Trixie Belden, Nancy Drew, and Agatha Christie.
Love all things shiny dazzling – rhinestones, aluminum foil, names like Trixie.
Attracted beyond belief to Tina Turner, Cher, Bette Midler and Adam Lambert.
A hippie throwback with a green thumb; I love to wear a three tiered skirt.
TV is not my thing at all, but I love to paint, swim, dance, play racquetball.
I love what I love, and I mean for the rest of my life, flat out in a puppy way.
So if you want to be my friend, make sure it’s forever because I don’t play.
Categories:
tiered, love,
Form: Rhyme
Rice paddy wakes up ready to be planted.
Where are those lazy farmers?
Snicker laughs. Nothing lazy about them.
They are the most cheerful workers she knows
She feels swampy today, colder than usual
The plow is heading her way,
She can see it a bit past the tiered fields
Golden streams snaking through tall verdant grasses
She waves, but pointed bamboo hat man does not see
He is getting older, slower,
He does not bend as long over her as he used to
Gets more angry about the menacing rats too
Losing his grip in some ways
She learned that her sake is a hit in the west
No surprise to her.
Japan, Hanoi and Vietnam love it, don’t they?
She has heard old coolie brag about her rice, more than any other paddy.
Rice Paddy watches him turn the plow over to his son
Son is lazy. Should be getting plow himself. Spends too much time over nothing.
How will she fare when Old Man Farmer is no longer of this world?
She bows to him as he enters her waters, knowing she will miss him terribly.
Categories:
tiered, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Personification
Rice paddy wakes up ready to be planted.
Where are those lazy farmers?
Snicker laughs. Nothing lazy about them.
They are the most cheerful workers she knows
She feels swampy today, colder than usual
The plow is heading her way,
She can see it a bit past the tiered fields
Golden streams snaking through tall verdant grasses
She waves, but pointed bamboo hat man does not see
He is getting older, slower,
He does not bend as long over her as he used to
Gets more angry about the menacing rats too
Losing his grip in some ways
She learned that her sake is a hit in the west
No surprise to her.
Japan, Hanoi and Vietnam love it, don’t they?
She has heard old coolie brag about her rice, more than any other paddy.
Rice Paddy watches him turn the plow over to his son
Son is lazy. Should be getting plow himself.
Spends too much time over nothing.
How will she fare when Old Man Farmer is no longer of this world?
She bows to him as he enters her waters, knowing she will miss him terribly.
Categories:
tiered, environment, farm, garden,
Form: Personification
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