What am I in the sunlight?
Shadow!
And what am I in the moon's glow?
Sun!
I shine in the night in the pale moonlight
to light the way for everyone.
I stand in the shifting everything
and im changing with each one.
I am hanging on the end of my limb
and I am bright red and singing
I am singing 'come and catch me!'
to the reaching hands below.
I remember I used to run so fast,
Oh god! I used to flow!
I'd run till my lungs felt like bursting
Where did that energy go?
but, life is not only about my flesh, is it?
The body always gets slow,
But the mind retains that energy
if you know how to know.
And I know.
I know.
I am going where I need to go.
come with me friend, we'll go tother
into that dark below.
Into that dark, black mystery
where the shadows always go.
Don't be afraid, we are together singing.
Categories:
tother, god, metaphor, religion,
Form: Rhyme
I've got myself in a tangle
involved in a love triangle
my love is quite sincere
fond of one and fond of tother
I'm in such a lot of bother
i do love them both dear.
if only i could choose which one
my life untangled with one gone
can't be without any
tangled webs get complicated
should have been just one I dated
love jenny and penny,
20th August 2017.
Form T- poetry contest.
Sponsored by broken wings.
Categories:
tother, confusion, love, love hurts,
Form: Tail-rhyme
Indigo, not black, nor brown
not one or tother, coffee ground
It’s plain and simple, the eye to see
like winter’s bark on maple tree
I’m indigo, in mood and skin,
to be this colour is no sin
So to my friends of red and yellow,
just chill out, it’s cool to mellow
Categories:
tother, humanity, racism,
Form: Verse
Ah done cum frum tha ol' times
Whar we's jist roams free
I's gots a gun, a hoss un grub
'Un bedroll 'neath a tree.
Sum times ah jist works fer grub
An theys the tother times
Ah's jist watches tha stars 'bove
An sleeps un tha moons light.
Don't likes ridin' un tha rain
When lighten flies 'bouts
T'ain't safe ta be's board youse hoss
If'n youse tha tallest thin 'round.
Seed sum thin tother day
Done made me's feels so small
War a cowboy on 'is knees
An 'is hoss with head bowed low.
Tha cowboy held hat un han
Un front a wood cross
He war prayin ta tha Lord 'bove
Fer all tha pards we's loss.
Theys air up thar, that I's knows
Bacause las night I's seed
Ma frien Charlie ridin herd
Next ta ma pa, Reed.
One days I's 'll be up thar
An sum one down balow
Will looks an watches tha stars shine
Un sleeps 'neath tha moons glow.
Cile Beer
Categories:
tother, cowboy-western, imagination, life, stars,
Form: Verse