Hear me, blonde tressed bonnie-lassie!
Kill me not by thine raunchy eyes.
Never could ye imprison me
By thy voluptuous coax
Thou can't get blood out of a stone
Akin to it, tranquility from my heart
I'll never get drowned to your fathomless sea of love
As I fell in love with nature
Rose, indeed, art thou be depicted by bards
Lacks they, to ponder spine thee beneath it
Trust I on a hissing snake
Than an enticing Circe
Virile juvenile may thou admire
Realize they not in thy love quagmire.
Categories:
tressed, lust,
Form: Free verse
Glorious are the blue-tipped ridges of snow drifts,
a see-though sun is a crystal teardrop in my eye.
Sunlight sparkles through a clear mirror sky,
glorious is the bright and luminous snow.
A mouse has scurried over a surface ridge,
its paws impressing tick mark tracks,
that glint and check a fleeting length of time.
Mind mesmerizes itself. A diamond
polishes a skin-deep prism.
The glory rises, my heart pounds out,
long hallelujah moments.
At the foot of an icicle-tressed oak
a Black-Capped Chickadee
chirps-out loud its song of life.
Glory sings along and hits its high notes,
again, and again.
Categories:
tressed, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Butterfly kid takes a photo of the other ones dressed.
Some are perfectly together, their curls perfectly tressed.
One is a chicken hawk, just leaving his enormous nest.
He takes a terrific photograph, surely one of the kid’s best.
Categories:
tressed, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
PIGS WON'T FLY
Yes, the little ones wonder,
but, like you, their thoughts are so small.
Go ahead, run away,
but you can't lie about the sky.
It doesn't fall, and pigs won't fly.
Resurrection, ascension, assumption.
Spare me your consumption.
Do not feed me any more corruption.
I'd rather not love at all
than to love so small.
Long ago secure,
deep in the corn,
I fled the warmth
in search of scorn.
Down the long street I escaped from home.
Liberated from potential,
freed from expectation,
I found my near rescue where the long street ends,
the one place where the sky does fall
and the mermaids never swim.
The beauty of a life mocked
by the bold and the proud curdled into a crowd.
Better dead than unexpressed,
even if hushed, pretty, and tressed
in a corn-yellow sundress.
Fallen I stand.
Crawling away from the long street
from under a heavy sky,
I am electrified and rectified.
Freed of the lessons of the damned,
taught by the selfless well-wishers of man,
no longer searching like you
for the pig who flies.
Categories:
tressed, love, moving on, sky,
Form: Free verse
On Halloween Night
As in the darkened chambers they slowly dressed
becoming beings that scared even themselves -
witches, zombies, vampires, werewolves, full moon tressed
gathering in dimming light amid the smells
concealing within a graveyards silent night
the sights that silence the hallowed eves church bells.
Serpent-like they move veiled from denials sight,
apparitions at each unsuspecting door,
moving in the shadows - fearful of the light.
Shadow creatures endless quest for more of more,
end their roaming at first sign of yawning dawn,
counting pieces of their booty on the floor.
Crawl away to distant dens with curtains drawn
as the howls of distant demons fade to morn.
9/8/2014
for Gail Angel Doyle – On Halloween Night – Poetry Contest
Categories:
tressed, childhood, halloween,
Form: Terza Rima
Life has been long tressed out bitter sometimes filled with many fears
filled with many tears days I've spent counting the tears from life up's and
downs thinking to myself when will this dark circle around this cloud pass me by
I always look up towards you for strength and guidance needing more and more
everyday hoping my life will change in a spirtual way I can only hold on to your
unchanging hand as I pass through this life's quick sand you are the only one
who can see me through without you I can't make it through this tunnel of life's
dispair as I wake up today I can see the clouds and the milky way as I sit up on
my bed I can feel your love everywhere I know that a change is going to come
with each rising of the sun a new day a new way with your love I'll be okay
I'll keep holding on to the sun a new day has just begun I'm still here I'm free
I'm healed sent here to do my master's will
Copyright@July2011
Categories:
tressed, faithchange, day, life, love,
Form: Rhyme
My heart has sought your mystery
guardian dryad, ivy tressed tree,
other worldly mound and ley;
long I’ve searched the fair Sidhe.
Here, found I the ancient long bone,
the knurled hawthorn, the Druid’s home.
Sheltered, shrouded, and overgrown
within St. Cyril’s grave well come.
At last, at last my longings free,
and I can dwell a time with thee
A time, past time, with all the wee
Before the banshee calls to me.
Categories:
tressed, adventure
Form: Quatrain
...At the Shore, zoneyed
hyperspantechnic aerobes
seek treasurefiner-
metal detectives,
hopefilled, as high-tech fishmen
at Igloos of beer
ponder the dearth?, Nay!
of paille tressed, bespectacled
easy-easelers
at hungry palettes
and the sketchmasters who're
ignobly absent!
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Categories:
tressed, nature, parody, philosophy, places,
Form: Haiku