w o r d s
wondrously wielded
warm wenches
wise with witless wet with woe
w i c k e d
weaselly wolves
w i z a r d s
warping wills
watering wishing wells
waylaying wishful
w o m e n
who wanted worshipful watchmen
when winters would wrest wealth
!
Categories:
waylaying, heartbreak, women, word play,
Form: Alliteration
I missed Korea and Vietnam,
growing up too slow for the harvest.
Of the survivors,
many seemed numbed,
as if Nurse Ratched
had broken their minds
with a hatchet.
Out of Iraq and Afghanistan
came a lumbering beast
dripping sports metaphor,
waylaying us
with flags and body bags,
If I am dying, still telling tall-tales
I’ll invent a minor African conflict,
a covert operation;
speak vaguely of the missing,
the horror,
my personal bravery.
Insist that they place
a red poppy in a glass of water
by my bedside.
Categories:
waylaying, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Everywhere I encounter a scaring ghost
It is the beautiful shadow of my lover
Flying, hiding, teasing, mocking, itching
It does not give me time to live as myself
I cast my eyes over the Rainbow Mountains
There her pretty shadow smiles down on me
In the valley I go but there it is waylaying me
Ready to hijack my shadow for a mock fight
I go to bed and cover my head with a sheet
But I feel it there sharing the cold bed with me
In the bathroom she comes to me tip toeing
Then I feel we are bathing but with shadow
Beautiful shadow of my lover haunts me
Teasing and bullying me as her profession
When it comes blood runs hot in my veins
When I check round me I only feel her ghost
Lover, why do you hide away from me daily?
My heart has apples, juices, pizza, and honey
Packed at the table of your romantic ovens
Come now, come;morrow never comes home
Categories:
waylaying, passion, relationship, song,
Form: Lyric
I sat on a rocky in a lonely place
the things I saw that indicated
a lot to me about facts of life
I watched spiders trapping prey
preys trying to regain freedom
Lizards lying on rocks pretending
waylaying unsuspecting victims
once caught they were eaten gladly
I saw branches of trees swaying
to breaking point against winds
then fight back to former posture
as their roots struggling to push
against rocks for food and water
Then it came to me that the earth
is a boxing ring for all creatures
insects, animals, plants all creatures
the fittest survive, the weak perish
Categories:
waylaying, irony, life,
Form: Free verse
I’ve said my goodbyes to you
A long time ago
But still the memories return
Haunting, waylaying me – in the night
I recall that night
I walked to Ela Beach
Just to be nearer
To speak to you
It was cold
It was beautiful
Beautiful and cold
Like you can be
I spoke to you
Said everything I needed to say
On my knees
In the sand
With the wind
Whistling through the trees
And the waves
Breaking on the shore
How blissful
Natures lovemaking that night
I was there to witness
But you were asleep
Somewhere safe
On Touaguba Hill
Blissfully ignorant
Of my words
My presence
My passing.
Categories:
waylaying, lost love,
Form: I do not know?
-lost in two worlds-
On a dead log way laying the crescent ox-bow
Illuminated by the pink sun of a drowning Sunday
They used to sit there on the fresh log
And watch the sun drift into the peaceful night
She would lay her head on her shoulder
He would smell her dark hair and breathe and smile
She would close her eyes and listen to the air he exuded
Warm and calm and lovely
Their hearts would say all the sweet words they were used to
They would sit there and wish for the night to never end
Lost in this blissful world of young love.
They sit there on the dead log waylaying the crescent bore
Scorched by the pink sun of a plummeting Sunday
She places her head on his uncomfortable shoulder
The air around him seeming to choke his soar throat
She closes her eyes to squeeze a flow of warm painful tears
He ponders over the days they would miss after tomorrow
While she trusts her heart to have that feeling for him for ever
He would wish that destiny should change its mind; that he wouldn't have to go
She would be lost without him, but he has to go, away from her, get lost in the world,
Without their love to guide them.
Categories:
waylaying, lost love, lost, lost,
Form: Free verse
I Slept with a Female Mosquito – part VI
Me
I know you well; yes I do
The leader knows: I deal with data
Stagnant water and you stagnate
Consort zone of your flock
Lazy laying folks, playing, waylaying, injecting
Laying, playing, waiting, injecting, playing….
This sinful singing will break
A new song will sound, jubilee beckons
Tribute to your era erased
Just wait a small second this time
You’ll be gone; just hold on
Let us get back from this beach
And you will respect us; we, the voices
Choices of the people
Categories:
waylaying, political
Form: Narrative
Brick buildings bombard the burden of solitude;
brought on by the blossoming horizon.
Winds weave through walls of concrete;
waylaying waves of waste upward.
Sounds spawn the scent of the season;
sun shines sharply in the surreal sky.
Demons doomed, retreat to the depths of darkness;
destroying the dull and dreary day.
Gray curtains gown gloomy ghosts;
gazes engulfed by a glowing globe.
Natural notions of the inevitable occur;
uncovering nights nexus.
Categories:
waylaying, life, nature, philosophy, urban,
Form: Alliteration