HEAVEN'S ABOVE
As long as I see the sky-
the welkin resides in my weather eye
CONSTABLE WEATHER EYE
displays
of bravura vigorous
bracing
washed in tranquillity
glistening
treasures
of celestial dramas
changeable climates
blustery
exhilerating
in
white highlights
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
A chokeslam!
Goodnight sweet prince
Goodnight yawning hippo ****
With rice wine coming out your ears
Boom boom sticks
A wisecracker talking head
Histrionics at the bandstand
Eliminated by more than one can shake
Hospitalised due to a
Finishing move on the concrete
The poodle evacuated worldy goods
Outside the pizza restaurant
You left a cigarette on a bicycle seat
To show how gracious you were
Your toying entanglements
Left chairs being thrown
A Scotsman strangled
You with his no laughing matter arm
Tables, ladders and chairs
The human lounge, hairy stool and burger beds
Gape and keep a weather eye on
For those aha visions and afflatus
Our history teacher watched Smackdown
He said it's great theatre
October blossomed in the nautical dusk
Where my sight felt a beauteous pearl less brusque
Bright blue eyes, lips of rose and curls so long
The deft soul of tulips had a scent so strong
I adored the sound of her breath of smoke
I revered the words of fine wine she spoke
Her heart echoed the stuffed bear at the porch
Her mind echoed the shrewd nun in the church
That weather eye made my brisk steps brush by
Now my thoughts’ a child aiming for the sky
This long-legged lady is no lover,
Yet she’s a faithful friend like no other
Nonetheless, am I worth her precious time,
Or is my friendship a cent or a dime?
The will of tender’s a gift from above
Is it a token of God’s endless love?
I hope these verses will embrace her ways.
She’ll fly away from the flaws of today
Whenever those tears fall, she’ll have this verse
To nourish that giggle which breaks her curse
I am a writer of a bull fighter
Yet I feel those eyes will become brighter.
As they were sailing ‘cross the ocean deep
They watched the sunrise and the diving grebe.
When up in the top, the lookout did spy
A storm advancing, with his weather eye.
The helmsman heeded the word from above
And steered the walty gal forth at a scud.
Night tide came fast and they were flooded by dark,
The waves surged and the salty, sea dogs barked.
The raw wind cut and the rain assailed down,
As men pooled together to fight off the drown.
The dodger succumbed, and the foremast fell
The ship was immersed in the maritime hell.
As dawn broke, with only waveson afloat.
The ocean had seized another game boat.
Good men will be mourned, and the tempest damned,
We left to ponder why they left dry land.
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