He sets up His mast upon His raft.
He sailed the tops and groves of the trees in granting
There He goes through the forest, soaring His craft
He provides energy to the wild as the swift wind passes.
The freshness of the timbers climbing,
When they flourish where they're standing
The aroma of wood is the best for understanding
That should have it to vend banded we invoke.
We notice vines developing, surrounding the trees,
Sustaining one another breathing in this sphere of unity
We concede that we're learning from them by will
A loving connection between these trees and plants
The woodlands breathe with peace and with sense.
A tree's liveliness needs sustaining credence.
For its essence, it rightly deserves to be pleading
As if they were holding hands, the trees and vines
It shows us they have the capability of a love within residing.
The trees and different characters thereof,
An advanced tier of life to replenish our air above
An intelligent, complex organism of vitality
We discover more about this reality-based formality.
Categories:
vend, god, imagery, inspirational, nature,
Form: Imagism
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
|I am a billboard available now |
|for advertisement of anything |
|like product you want to vend |
|or some dream you like to sell |
|I stand high lighted day - night|
|in full view of loitering people |
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I m
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w n
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decide to
profit now
Categories:
vend, image,
Form: Shape
There’s a place in never never land
Where shopping centres go
Every single night to replace
The goods they have on show
You’ll never see them travelling
'Cos they go through hyper-space
And sometime in the panic
Get returned to the wrong place
So if you’re in your city centre
And the shops don’t seem quite right
You can bet your bottom dollar
They’ve had a busy night
And in the panic and the mayhem
What should have gone to Crewe
Got sent to Market Wittering
Causing a to do
The staff doesn’t really care
So long as they can vend
And people seldom notice
Just carry on and spend
It doesn’t really matter
For in the retail game
Every single shopping centre
Looks the bloody same
Categories:
vend, business, humor, imagination, mystery,
Form: Rhyme
In Wall street
almost all is gossip,
often all is trick ...
you don't labor,
you negotiate illusion
Purchase, vend and distribute
f finances, capital,
boodle,
buck and
money...
serious joke,,, !
Categories:
vend, allegory, allusion, appreciation, creation,
Form: Limerick
Her eye balls gleam as bright night light
Her brow hairs, blinking black as ackee seed
Sag upon themselves
And the two curve as crescent of half moon
I mesmerize whenever she grins
And I wonder, are these teeth or diamonds?
And an utterance from her
Makes me fall into a trance
And as it chimes in my hearing
And I vend her name within a million times
And I think it never halt
And I become a child
Savouring the company of a toy
Her prettiness, her look
I wonder her ilk.
Categories:
vend, love, romantic,
Form: Romanticism
Danger lurks around every bend
as one travels the leafy path
peril in each step now does pend
With every move we must contend
as nature rages with her wrath
danger lurks around every bend
Passing onward through life we fend
with the odd brush we fight off death
peril in each step now does pend
Trouble everywhere we contend
pushing we travel every path
danger lurks around every bend
Battling our way through we vend
no time to stop and take a bath
peril in each step now does pend
Sometimes peace found in aftermath
as we outwit the psychopath
danger lurks around every bend
peril in each step now does pend
Categories:
vend, conflict, holocaust, life,
Form: Villanelle
FRAGRANCE
It’s the fragrance, mother;
the intoxicating crispy fragrance
of colored newly mint coinage.
Sometimes the shimmering glitter
of gold or silver.
It matters not mother
what figures are imprinted on,
just the fragrance!
The fragrance that drives me
to plunder my core,
to pillage my country to nothing,
squandering it to desolation.
The fragrance that possesses me
to bare my nakedness to them,
to vend my soul’s worth,
to trade my country’s worth!
The fragrance that devours me
and sparks hunger pangs,
coercing me to crave and covet theirs
staining my hands with blood !
It’s the fragrance mother;
the musky musty odor
of old and used notes,
sometimes the dull hue of coinage
that quenches my thirst and ardor!
It matters not mother
what figures are imprinted on
Just the fragrance mother!
Just the fragrance.
Categories:
vend, satire,
Form: Free verse
Jilting muse with availing inspiration did wend
Barren reservoir doth futility portend
A bristling quill with no well to descend
No gratuitous frills on vapid contours suspend
Seeking with brokered shill to amend
Imploring vagabond seeking itinerant dividend
Wading through flooded channels, silty grains to append
From literary vault embezzled title apprehend
In voluminous discourse a simple aphorism distend
In ancient annals a trite fable from corroded parchments
rend
From Medieval chronicles a homily with which to contend
Out of Victorian poet's graded folio a euphemism vend
From contemporary laureates' silken threads, new yarn
spin
distend- to stretch out, to inflate
Categories:
vend, on writing and words
Form: Rhyme
there is this bar i went to once up north
it is called les pugilist.
it is a canadian dive bar somewhere
in the western province of quebec.
the parking lot is filled with large trucks
wandering in like steel framed geese.
their drivers touch down awkwardly on
cracked vinyl barstools.
they eat truffles and curse!
water boarding themselves with pitchers
of labbat blue and listening to french versions
of willie nelsons pancho and lefty.
at times their vision blurs and the criss
cross patterns of thier matching flannels
enrage each other.
the only solice they have is a cigerrette
machine over by the window that does
not vend cigerrettes but tickets to heaven
each seperatly blessed by the pope.
Categories:
vend, allegory, , western,
Form: I do not know?
I have waited so long to feel a presence,
Dormant my soul lies within my sorrow.
Only emptiness is fulfilling as a taste of lonely bitterness,
Drenched in the stench of despair.
I implored to the Gods for some embrace,
I attempted to vend my soul for some tranquility.
My efforts were tireless and boundless,
And yet I still amble in this darkness.
After decades of torture and torment,
My life in it’s suspension of hate,
The Gods finally remedy my plea.
And sent me a vessel of light that has shown me love.
For all my days that lay within the shadows,
Never have I seen such beauty and pure splendor.
Luminescent as the brilliant sun,
I caress the warmth and encounter embrace.
My mind could not quite endorse a new,
But my heart has opened immensely.
My will is now pursuing your empowerment,
And I am no longer sad.
Categories:
vend, loveme,
Form: I do not know?
I have so much anticipation
Love always in supplication
Over a cup of tea to think it over and over again
Vend this yearning that abuse my mind
Exhausted with your banter acts
You confused me with your synthetic laughs
Owed me with so much love
Unaware of your context move
Now I’m awake with this contusion
Out of the blue, it’s come a new you
Mine you if I tell you I’m not in love with you
Oh! Could I say it loud?
Right, I heard you say why?
End is now my dear lover.
(Acrostic form)
Lie
17/9/08
Categories:
vend, angstme,
Form: Acrostic