They walk in tired circles
paved down into vined-up sandstone
clawing at the humidity
fighting the ghost of evil
that haunts the world today
but nobody believes them
so nobody cares
and they’re all dead now
so who cares?
Categories:
vined, deep,
Form: Free verse
Her vined plants strangled her in her sleep
We knew it might happen, she sleeps so deep
Only ninety-nine, one of the cousins said.
We felt bad too that our young grandma was dead.
Ninety-nine is not that young said the doc.
To say it was the plants is kind of a crock.
Women at age ninety-nine often die in their sleep.
We stopped talking to this imbecile, he was a creep.
Categories:
vined, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
One single teardrop for all of mankind
empathetic emotions that flow like the sea
attached to each other we have been vined
only together can we set ourselves free
a tear for the world and a tear for the babes
hasten your feet towards paving a path
it is health and well being, that everyone craves
let us share every blessing to lessen the wrath
a globule of water on a baby cheek lost
they are our future lets cradle them soft
do what we can, without counting the cost
lets raise them with love then keep them aloft.
One single droplet and splatter it goes,
don't make them cry, just give them a rose.
Categories:
vined, appreciation,
Form: Sonnet
A hard rain fell over town last night
Beating down the crops in the field,
Disparaging still the farmer’s plight
A hard rain fell over town last night.
My flower bed is a depressing sight
The vined trellises I will not rebuild,
A hard rain fell over town last night
Beating down the crops in the field.
My flower bed is a depressing sight
A hard rain fell over town last night,
Disparaging still the farmer’s plight
Beating down the crops in the field.
The vined trellises I will not rebuild
Nature has taken the season’s yield.
written September 4, 2021
[This is actually a "trionet," a
poetic form I invented which
extends the triolet and blends
with the sonnet form of 14
lines.]
Categories:
vined, environment, garden, night, rain,
Form: Triolet
The psychedelic oranges and greens of the seventies
Brought scads of foils and flocks into homes that had been
Saturated before with flowered, and vined wall papers.
Nehru jackets, hippies, flower children, and Viet Nam soldiers
Permeated the news, saturating our breakfast newspapers.
Colored TV is exciting, but worth the extra expense? Not sure.
Children are joining communes, making new families.
Questioning their parents, their politicians, and the war.
A war which the young soldiers are not allowed to question.
Religion is losing her grip on the family.
Sex is no longer blatantly reserved for marriage.
A revolutionary time brought about on the heels of hero assassinations.
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., and the Kennedy boys glancing down
From their heavenly seats, wondering what is to become of us.
I wish I could say things got better….
Categories:
vined, history,
Form: Free verse
oh wrap me close dear jungle deep, with fronds and fruits entwined
and hold me to your ancient emerald breast -
I long to hear those thrums within, the pulse of thickets vined
and feel your misty essence fill my chest
oh let your warming whispers brush the tympans of my ears
with sultry songs of woodland mysteries -
face-to-sky I'm pattered with your maze's torrid tears
as heaven weeps your primal histories
your canopy, breeze-tickled, shakes its tresses high aloft
to daub upon my cheek your orchid breath -
whisp'ring o'er the blooms and dells to shrug their shoulders, soft
through tragic tangles worthy of Macbeth
your winding streams and waterfalls, your scents of sweet and spice
sing songs of wooded wonder, rare and rife -
I pray aloud a blessing for this perfect paradise
and all such spots divine, the blooms ... of life.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Strand Select 2 Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Picturesque" Poetry Contest, Eve Roper, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
vined, appreciation, beauty, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Surrealisticity
WHEN IS TIME?
Ethereal benevolence surrounds the omens of my dreams
In lieu of hoped-for transcendence trickling through my seems
Your obtuse ambiguity invoked an angelic enlightening
My infallible faith was revealed through karma kin testament
Cosmic assimilation aligned and proficiently primed
Commemorate the acute frame of our selfless minds’ time
Time binds blind finds of time-vined minds highly inclined
Life's design resigns time's illusive rhyme to hide nine
Inside three's tree's evolved vigor of modalities
Scenes of six indicted through frail stale mortalities
-Times the crime between linked lines of yours and mine-
Infusing our soul's essence of true time unrefined
Will open our doors to the infinite nature of the divine nine
TIME IS NOW.
3=Life percieved
6=Life's connectivity
9=Life's existential reality
Categories:
vined, allusion, death, fate, heaven,
Form: Blank verse
fickle crickets:
serenading sirens
of retreat, as chartreuse digits
creep dark alley swamps;
hanging jungle themes invade
quiet dens perpetuated by
creation’s wet glory...croaking:
ancestral tales of grandeur.
mammal sigils:
evoking tootling
trespassers of environmental legacy;
nature redeeming medicines
sustaining miracles of light...EPA
earth.provides.assistance:
yet mankind defers pollution-free
toxic-free lakes of life.
scatter kingdom:
encroaching breaths spew
poisonous darts of entitlement
never biblically enforced;
gather eggs of free-will, lay deep
in vined elegance towering
beneath second-heaven despisers
of extant species.
Categories:
vined, earth, green, heartbroken, life,
Form: Free verse
Down the road is a place,
of a graveyard with vined-up gates
As two lovers, they stand and wait,
to bring others to their fate
His domination, chained by his side,
yearning to unleash what they hide
Bound together amongst their rot,
bodies entwined in a knot
Gruesome acts, which they commit
no one escapes their deadly grip
While he feasts on human flesh,
she grins and drinks from their neck
They come together in the night,
damnation for all, before daylight
Categories:
vined, gothic, love, romance, romantic,
Form: Rhyme
Cabin hidden-
vined by years of growth
like memories collected in my head
nestled in the woods
away from civilization
a world all my own
one with itself
a yearning to be free
wanting to be alone
taken back in time
when living off the land
showed independence
when life was calm
and i was young
overlooking scenic lake
while eating fish and fries
at the age of 15
Categories:
vined, life,
Form: Free verse
The Gate
is wide and spacious
but overgrown with vined flowers.
If you are inattentive and preoccupied,
you would miss it
and pass the entry way
that eases on the step stones to the pond.
Therein, the waterfall cascades
sometimes softly, sometimes loudly
depending on the wind;
and the fish swim in schools
encircling the rocks
until they spy your shadow.
They greet you with hungry, open mouths
swimming toward the edges;
life is so simple here.
The gate greets all comers,
human and animal,
insect and plant,
sun and moon.
The gate is always open,
Come,
See.
Categories:
vined, garden, nature,
Form: Free verse
A garden unattended
is a woman abandoned
Grass growing unruly
her hair untidy
Petals dried out
manicure urgently needed
Dry stems and twigs
chapped lips and dry skin
Weeds vined and entwined around trees
ingrown toenails and coarse heels on feet
Categories:
vined, abuse, garden, women,
Form: Prose