Had to fall out of love for thee
in order to bear the pain
of thy being
Turned away drooping ears
to lessen the sound
of thou troubled cries
Drained are nigh of mine eyes
to not share in the flow
of thy tears
Displaced my soul
in safe keeping
to spare it from thy
wails and weeping
Dust soils the brows
with crumbled dreams
fallen stars now vanish
within life’s rivers and streams
How hath this cometh to pass
wherefore the brightness
t’was of my wishful seeing
turn now t’ward the byways
seekth thee their path awry
thy youthful plans doth hide
far reached have they now steered
above whence waters fall
deep beyond the weirs
Categories:
weirs, dark, fate, journey, self,
Form: Bio
Water Sculptor
Life stretches into abundant sheaths swelling with water,
Living breath of the selfless servant cascades through veins
Drawn into waterways of stalks and roots
Reaching – climbing – filling - shaping
Boughs of mighty oaks and agile weeping willows
Self-sculpture surging, fashioned into perfumed sinuous vines,
Arching floral sunbows,
Floods of bursting supple rose petal scented fountains -
The graceful limber lilac in nodding plies -
Filled to saturation and untouched
By the withering hand of drought
Strong stems of landscapes like waterfalls of vibrating weirs,
As buttercups in spas of tumbling dewdrops,
A living hush of gushing life infused –
Flowing in the murmur of the silent unseen molding,
Whispered into new wings soaring
On ever rising veils for conduits of resurrection
From inner arterial paths and aquatic branched channels
Waterknife shaping in undertones of colorless hues
The contoured face of field and forest - sky and mountain meadow.
6-20-21
Contest: The Shape of Water
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Categories:
weirs, life, nature, water,
Form: Free verse
He hung there, a sobering sight,
like the full moon on a misty night.
John Riox, smothered in slime,
ghastly ghost adrift in time.
He wrestles ropes of rubbery kelp,
his sunken eyes pleading for help.
The sight of him will leave you numb.
He moans for mercy that never comes.
Eleven sailors lost their lives,
left their children, left their wives.
The Saxby Gale tore up the shore,
shaking hands with Tidal Bore.
Sardines knew a storm was near.
The fishermen found empty weirs.
That should have given them a clue.
Across the waves a south wind blew.
Grand Manan lost every ship.
Forests fell, rooftops ripped.
What wicked witch could cast a spell
that wiggled through the gates of Hell?
If you're ever down near Dead Man's Cove,
so the story's often told,
a pair of legs might wander by.
So keep your wits when specters fly.
The ghost of John appears to some.
Perhaps you'll be the lucky one.
He's waiting for a friendly wind
to come and blow him home again.
Categories:
weirs, death, sea, storm, weather,
Form: Rhyme
'I left my dreams in the sand...
On a beach, named Weirs
With a plight of distaste...
...and, one more demon for each freckle on Her face'
The smoke cleared between my eyes
I wrestled with each plagued notion of solace
My indifference indentured every passing second--
Here, I am the only fool
There is no place to flee from this silence
The past is all that speaks
Reflection is Epimethius' fool:
I am staggering to relieve all which haunts me
This callous heart of stone defeats me
I deceive my own endeavors
These two eyes have seen far too much
As they fall back into their defense...
Categories:
weirs, allegory, allusion, analogy, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Rackets, rockets and sprockets of lies in their sties fly fast
Treasures and pleasures of truth offer orphans wisdom to last
Choose to cruise in lies and perish
Cruise to groove in truth and prune proof to furnish.
Spies and sties of lies speed up blights, flights and sites of harm
Growth of truth enjoin teenagers to join joints where they stay calm
Dive in rivers of lies and land into Airport Perdition
Drive droves of truth and aggrandize erudition.
Weirs and tiers of lies blind blokes whom they hypnotize
Vats of verity and truth redeem recipients on planets where they pander to their preferred prize
Fleas and freckles of lies flee when exposure lurks and irks in the background
Youth and truth unite to grow together in wisdom in every sound round.
Limitations of lies and imitations of truth run but can’t hide
Tidbits meet and fit wits to boost blokes’ pride in a right ride
Allies and lie spies rally but can’t parry functions of sanctions
Tallies and rallies of truth trek troops to unalloyed unctions.
Categories:
weirs, poems,
Form: Free verse
I left my heart in the sand...
On a beach, named Weirs
With a plight of distaste
And, a demon for every freckle on Her face...
Categories:
weirs, beauty, girl, heartbroken, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Millipede. Multitude. Millionaire damson. When elevation is caused by an unauthorized z code a b could be an m an an m could be a t or an a so please do not throw coats into the weirs. Especially in snow or sun. As yet a vehicular version of a pavement has yet to be classed as a g curve. But planting playing piccolos but a clock timed cluck is as useful as a cartwheeling crab on an ice skating rink. Haha sail nor sink. Division divulges data derisive design. And the smiley smiley cat. Purring. Plentiful. Pleasurable. Xxxx bouncing bopping booming bacon.. And division is neither a derision nor a diluge. Hahahaha and a cake. Hahahaha and a friendly reminder off a pickled caper. A quiff is a quaff in a quantitive quagmire. A tangerine now on a trampoline. Wow. Bounce. Bouncy. Vern Vorster virtue. Xxxxx molecules of molluscs are mandatory minions. And a mandatory man is not a male nor a tan. Ridding riding radio. Xxxx hahahaha and a dolphin donut arch. But no treacle. Just tape. Hahahaha and feel good a fragment. Xxxxx z z z and a p y q and obviously its time and date and correspondences and correctional xxxxxx distillation z
Categories:
weirs, art, assonance,
Form: I do not know?
Millipede. Multitude. Millionaire damson. When elevation is caused by an unauthorized z code a b could be an m an an m could be a t or an a so please do not throw coats into the weirs. Especially in snow or sun. As yet a vehicular version of a pavement has yet to be classed as a g curve. But planting playing piccolos but a clock timed cluck is as useful as a cartwheeling crab on an ice skating rink. Haha sail nor sink. Division divulges data derisive design. And the smiley smiley cat. Purring. Plentiful. Pleasurable. Xxxx
Categories:
weirs, bible,
Form: I do not know?
The journey goes on
Through walls and weirs
Of tears.. hurt and pain
Through meadows..
Of happiness and joy
And travellor goes on
Trusting and believing
In the one who ordained
The path ahead of him
The journey takes it toll
So you stop by a well
And replenish your strength
For the soul journey
Must go on..
Overcoming all
Categories:
weirs, emotions, life,
Form: Narrative
PROLOGUE
The Flame, aflicker, licks and flays,
illuming evening’s negligees
With braided curls she swirls and sways,
and flits and floats in light ballets
APOLOGUE
A Flame, to conquer creeping fog,
flew dancing towards a random log
Her flight perplexed a leery frog
beside a silent somber bog
The Flame, a ripple, all alone
alit on leaves where birds had flown
The aching twigs began to moan
A rising breeze began to groan
The Flame arrayed an ancient oak
with torrid tongues and veils of smoke
A beaver bailed, the dam had broke
The leery frog soon ceased to croak
The Flame uncoiled and lashed midair,
consuming crowns with utmost care
A crazed coyote fled her lair,
left in the lurch bewildered bear
The Flame, unfurled, went wild and grew,
enkindled cats and caribou
Remaining... not a residue,
as reeking vapors bade adieu
The Flame revealed her strength unshackled
Flora, fauna crisped and crackled
Fire Witches clucked and cackled
One more forest stripped, then hackled
EPILOGUE
The arsonists were well aware
the Flame would travel everywhere
The weirs are gone, the land is bare,
and soon you’ll find a city there
Categories:
weirs, life, light,
Form: Rhyme
Rose Coloured Lies*
Dark is the night of my years
Stained is your note with my tears
Dropped from my hand…
Windows reflect all my fears
Shattered by fragmented weirs
Beneath the rand
Rose among thorns with no shears
Coloured last blush no one hears
Lies in times sand.
--DARK
STAINED DROPPED
WINDOWS
SHATTERED BENEATH
ROSE COLOURED
LIES…--
deborahburch©
07/23/2012
I call this form: VIRELETTE*
It is like the Virelai in its structure of line and syllable make-up...the variation
is with the word beginning each line. Each word combined in sequence creates another poem, which is a synopsis of the original poem...LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK... :) deb
Categories:
weirs, allegory, lost love, time,
Form: Verse
My oh my, how time doth flee!
Seems only yesterday I was at my Mother's knee.
So much water has trickled over the weirs,
Now, here I am well advanced in years!
Off to school for a proper education,
Teachers filling my skull for my edification.
Some of the stuff actually rubbed off on me,
And shockingly I obtained a college degree!
A job I must get my folks did insist,
So off to the Air Force I went to enlist.
I thought, this ain't a bad career to pursue,
So for thirty years I wore the Air Force suit of blue!
I married and have a very sweet wife,
That's an experience that'll change your life!
Along came kids to make the family complete.
Being a husband and father is really neat!
Becoming a grandpa left me amazed,
But when a great grandpa, I was really dazed!
Too bad there is no way time to postpone.
I look back and wonder where time has gone!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Categories:
weirs, funnytime, time,
Form: Rhyme