A butterfly, aliferous,
of subtle slights, soniferous,
common spirits, days just went by,
aliferous . . . a butterfly.
Low pinnacles alight sought rest
forgiving sun favors spread best
microscope's trial . . . clinical's
nigh shipyard trash, few binnacles.
A game of chess, castling sleight clouds,
floating iced-pawn, a seaboard crowds,
Queen waves her move, column King, guess,
castling sleight clouds, a game of chess.
A sun descends, dusk purple trend,
birds fly inland, soon be darkened,
crater aglow, twilight ascends
dusk purple trend, a sun descends.
Orange drawn night, few shakes be such,
the moonlight trade, silver isn't much,
tours came and left cause show took flight,
few shakes be such orange drawn night.
Categories:
waker, appreciation, imagery, life, nature,
Form: Quatrain
A sip of the elixir that invigorates the soul.
The euphoria that it gives calms the nerves.
A fuel of one's enthusiasm to face a new day.
Waker of one's slumbering blood.
Like a burning sunrise that sets the mood,
its glowing reflection stirs the spirits
to dip within the depth of its warmth
and burn the roots of sluggishness.
Where bursting figures desire to be lean,
it fits the path towards the flinty goal,
for, it awakens even the drowsing souls,
to flex and stretch their limpy limbs.
*I don't drink coffee, except native "barako".*
Categories:
waker, feelings,
Form: Free verse
*Image of Freed Fountain Pen by Pixabay.
Coffee Crumb Cake Critique
Coffee, dawn's waker-upper, cause to rhyme,
The second cup broadens your eyes, sublime,
Noontime, pot perking as penning moves on,
Performing phrases ... possessed noumenon,
Evetime trance poured milk and Kahlua,
Like Jericho's walls, pen falls ... Joshua.
2022 June 04
Categories:
waker, analogy, endurance, motivation, writing,
Form: Couplet
Wine is the mother of all
Bread is the son who made all
Wine leaks through the gigantic wall
Bread makes that very loud call
This is my body and blood
The bread is the kind waker
Yet is the one who is slayed
It was before the baker
Despite the bread being baked
This is my body and blood
Wine quenches the hot fire
Bread spreads the burning fire
Wine came from what is higher
Bread reveals what is higher
The is my body and blood
The blood moves within us all
We are all part of the body
The bread was showed to Saul
The wine was drank by many
This is my body and blood
Categories:
waker, christian, mother, religion, religious,
Form: Rhyme
I pray to HIM, the destroyer
Destroying is his purpose singular
He reveals the duplicity of a sleeper
Not in him, the forceful energy of a waker
Yes, I prayed deeply to the destroyer
After I saw the works of the creator
The creator is everywhere and is all-knower
A life-giver but could not make ME a winner.
Destroyer loved but was not a lover
Barely a parent yet a strict father
He bore his stick, He alone could bear life as a householder
The world is a multi-faceted creation
Plurality, infinity, continuity and no end
Nature turned wild and prone to destruction
We created zero and the nuclear weapon
Creation was contained in finite numbers
When numbers don't work go to the network
Family, society, nature all inter-locked
That's when my very personal God set to work
He said to me then
Clear the cobwebs and your cupboard
Turn off the fire in the sanctum sanctorum
Leave me not and look no further
Don't try to put the broken pieces of your life together
Come to my distant sanctuary
Its cold openness beyond the reach of the creator!
Categories:
waker, atheist, philosophy, solitude,
Form: Light Verse
Someone
Wakes you up,
Early in the morning,
When roosters
Are still while
Their heads are
Hid in the fold of
Their wings,
Stealing your hour
Of sleep,
There's a feeling
Of reluctance
Of waking up
For you need to
Finish weaving
A dream,
But there you
Give in,
At last,
To her poking,
Only to find out
Your 'waker' is
Just part
Of your dream.
Categories:
waker, dream,
Form: Free verse
Long ago a thunder struck a comet
And its fragments took wings to float
Landed on a village, crossed the bridge
wandered all over, and found a sea
And a ship as well to carry them
To the land of amnesiacs and assassins.
Million years hence a big hulked out
Of hibernating, from the mist and dust
Swathed in loam,bathed in a crater,
Eyes watching the birds and beasts
Laughed like a flurry of hawks' eggs
And quarantined himself in a cave.
That was a story untold by dessicated folks
They babbled over preserved mammoths
And butterflies too, wounded, hard and stone
And surely of the mask-men's body buried up
On the hills; the sorcerer who kept them in spells.
In the new age, semen is still squirted
Girls ovulate, and go in the family way
They light fire and sit around it,meats crackle
In awe how old their stone is, treasured in a shrine.
Worms crawl on the dead, burrowed into bones
To find out elements of past,they carry through
Till waker howls at the end of time, the island.
Categories:
waker, allegory, allusion, metaphor,
Form: Prose Poetry
a word with pain is soothing
Alore acursed my heart today
The fold out of it's tastire left me blue
The move of it's pearl speeks memory
let nutral sea fall too ashes
beganing every verse with nathches
work hard when u place yourself in doubt
long for a moment of victory in triumph
A singnal to horses blank note symbolzies the future quotes
a grave sworn to poland it's taker
A protongment for it's waker
A tardin for places
A paper wait a fold of ace's
A begging diperate maul speeks out
looking for answer to his freedom
he sweeps through the open-ended mardom
In messeagers of the broughter
Aloned walked the manked barrower
he resides the aoom of the acrowned
navley setting for closer
his bed saved from exposer
A winlrd passive word of confusion
The walls impalmped with bulushion
stow the brutes fine shade
I warnaze a matters of pentance
Categories:
waker, adventure, love, peace, sad,
Form: Ballad