Not gold or gem, but knowledge true,
A hidden spark, just waiting for you.
Through dusty pages, paths we pave,
Each step is a question, wisdom we crave.
Like buds unfurling, we take flight,
Learning's sun, a wondrous light.
Thoughts take shape, like sculptor's art,
Ignorance left, lost to the heart.
Old tales whisper wisdom sings,
Of heroes brave, and hidden things.
A torch against the darkest night,
Learning's flame, where dreams take flight.
Forget the sweets that melt away,
Learning's feast, a bounty to stay.
With wisdom's eye, we find our way,
Dreams take root, where purpose plays.
A wealth within, no fire can touch,
No thief can steal, it loves us much.
In every book, a treasure lies,
Each page is a path, to open skies.
So raise a smile, to learning's call,
Drink deep it well, and stand up tall.
In knowledge's arms, our spirits rise,
A love that blooms, beneath wise skies.
Categories:
unearthed, appreciation, creation, cute love,
Form: Bio
Within the chambers of time untold,
A saga emerges, mysteries unfold.
Abandoned shoes, their tale profound,
A murdered man's voice, an eerie sound.
No rhyme to bind, just vivid portray,
Of a restless spirit seeking the day,
A detective chosen, against my will,
To unlock secrets, my heart stands still.
Through history's pages, I wander deep,
Exploring shadows, the past's secrets keep,
His silent echoes, his presence near,
Guide my steps, dispelling fear.
A puzzle piece by piece, I lay,
Each detail etched, like dawn's first ray,
Though the perpetrator's fate be sealed,
Justice sought, wounds may be healed.
In the dance of realms, a bond we share,
His phantom touch, a constant air,
Through winding corridors of memory's space,
I trace his steps, his pain to face.
Categories:
unearthed, death of a friend,
Form: Rhyme
The apple fell to earth. It was bitten through
it rolled; mossy soil coated the tooth-cleaved part.
Already grubs were working their way out
of the pith creating a teeming mulch.
Adam had fallen asleep yet again.
the overripe grapes fermenting in his guts
turning to drunken snores.
It was the flood of the moon.
Eve squatted behind a mulberry bush
wishing she were more fair and slim
like the angels in her dreams. Her body was changing,
tidal rains washed her blood
and that travail begot spawning buds,
the tillage of arousal.
The apple was changing, dissolution morphing
into beauty; the earth had gone into labor.
This had not happened in paradise before,
this was self-regeneration, death, and life,
the copulation of dirt with air.
Eve’s belly swelled, growing as round and burnished
as an autumn apple. Instinctively Adam built a nest
of straw, green shoots and saliva.
She grew large, gravid, and snappish,
stamping her feet impatiently;
this birth would be a paradigm of progeny to come,
a dewy innominate offering
quilted from angelic and demon seeds
and she knew not what to call it.
Categories:
unearthed, poetry,
Form: Free verse
BOYHOOD UNEARTHED
It’s
cool
X X It’s awesome
X X Can I keep it forever...
X the fort X
9/13/2019
Categories:
unearthed, boy,
Form: Shape
unearthed pain
buried past restrained
sweet torturing secrets
forever remain
Categories:
unearthed, sad,
Form: Verse
Bloody mess,
torn dress,
fermentation did the rest,
camera’s flashing, mind’s crashing,
as worries were finally put to rest,
as the missing child was found,
with a shovel through her chest,
and half buried in the ground.
One cop vomited as he grabbed her arm,
which was two feet away from the body,
and in his head rang the insanity alarm,
another cop’s face disfigured by dread,
as they completely unearthed the dead.
Categories:
unearthed, loss, sad
Form: Dramatic Verse