marsupials are just mammals
pity duplicity
speech whenever trammeled
surceases clarity
Categories:
trammeled, animal, confusion, spoken word,
Form: Rhyme
In parts of Derbyshire and Yorkshire
there are still pit-valleys,
where industry and nature collide,
marry, and have their natural born children.
The earth once gouged, raped and laid desolate,
is landscaped by those who once despoiled.
Time plays its part, plants its seeds,
it up-roots high piled slagheaps,
softens broken mountains of concrete.
I have walked these valleys,
in some I had to stumble over the fractured bones
of abandoned and rusting machinery;
the fire scorched detritus of coal mines.
I have also strolled through resurrected Eden's,
vales recreated out of the unspeakable
into the bright eloquence of beauty.
The hands of men
and the wings of gardening angels
have covered-up all self-made wounds,
have put to bed the deeply trammeled.
The Lord of daisies and daffodils
strolls unmolested once more,
through the worst and the best
that good intentions can do.
Categories:
trammeled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
They perch quietly
in the coaches looking at us through shattered windows,
bituminous eyes starkly stare from window seats.
It is strange thing to see, but the crows know something.
Some passengers hang in the stillness shocked by the
lack of time,
some arrange mangled bodies like cut-flowers
upon an oozing canvas.
The crows peck at the cracked windows,
the sky wants to come inside,
and it does
painting dazed faces onto trammeled forms.
The brief blessings of last moments come and go,
then the dead wave cheerily as the train moves on
across a still falling sky.
Categories:
trammeled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
On a bleak-cold icy day,
When everything was white and grey,
When frost benumbed my hands,
I stumbled on a frozen lake,
That was tumulted with life and sand.
I put a step forward,
And then I sunk down,
To drink the exilir of happiness,
Abandoning my barbed crown.
Time tangled in ice lattice,
And I walked through the aisle of memories,
Of warmth and cold ,
Of basking in the sun,
In the freezing winters,
Of late december.
Of cold winds,
And Christmas lights,
Of carolings and bribes.
But now I am trammeled,
In a suburban house,
No one knocking at the door,
No one strutting around.
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Categories:
trammeled, december, nature, winter,
Form: Free verse
STILL I love to rhyme, and still more, rhyming, to wander
Far from the commoner way;
Old-time trills and falls by the hill-side still do I ponder,
as my strides coursing through the streaming waters,
Dreaming to-morrow to-day.
Come here, come, revive me, Sun-God, teach me, Apollo,
Measures descanted before;
Since in timeless verses, I must follow,
Prints in the marbles of ancient folk-lore.
Still strange, strange, they sound in old-young raiment invested,
Songs for the brain to forget -
Young song-birds elate to grave old temples be-nested
Piping and chirruping yet.
Thoughts? No thought has yet unskilled attempted to flutter
Trammeled so vilely in verse;
Even if its for a while,
He who writes but aims at fame and his bread and his butter,
Won with a groan and a curse.
Of course, We still love to rhyme..
Categories:
trammeled, age, art, brother, creation,
Form: Classicism
LOVE is perfection... in itself, eager it is open... always there for another, hides
itself from no one.
Hate knows quietly fears, knows nothing of this hides anyone it can away from this.
Look around if you would... ?
It will cry out about everything that LOVE is. Is and seething quite jealous because by
itself, yes living alone trammeled within, it can't see anymore all that LOVE truly is...
because even by itself, LOVE it's BEAUTIFUL!
Hope you find it as you can within yourself as you look... because I know now God BEING
FAR GREATER, IS PURE LOVE, the devil he is the denial of this, is yes merely the grand
exclusion of LOVE; God... . Someone sadly exclusive crying out from with himself, nothing
other than an airy hate of Him
God Loves you... be it the dawn of the day, or as you lye peaceful, or-still "raging" in-
your-slumber... !
Author notes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VskUOPrkPqM
Categories:
trammeled, inspirationallove,
Form: Prose Poetry
~ (~) "The actions of a fearful man desiring for peace-alone for him; another, God, is relevant
not only in the speaking but as well... the act - anything other than this - compels the soul within
to remain - alone; trammeled-apart-only yes, secured; apart-from its prudence - consumed by
the cowardice; forever-resulting." (~) ~
~ (~) "As I am marked by the effort, the effort marks my growth as it were; is... can always
be... !" (~) ~
~ (~) "Poetry I feel if it truly can be defined would be like trying to fully describe a flower-being
in love, beyond feeling or sight, inspiration, taste, it's in the efforts, we or at least I I am finding
now I become as relevant, free; grow to know peace." (~) ~
Author notes
~ (~) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kl-VCHzS1So&feature=related (~) ~
Categories:
trammeled, inspirational
Form: Prose Poetry