"The saddest thing about love is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten." – William Faulkner
You cannot be my love, for you have gone
To far-off lands, there just on the other side
Of the horizon, bleak and dark. Now our love,
Like the sinking sun, turning gold to red,
Only to disperse into a cataclysmic dark.
There's a deep loneliness that spreads like venom
Into my very soul; but there is courage, too.
For will not the dying sun dawn up again next morn?
I harbour hope for a new love; the tide will turn again
A new life begins. The waning sun turns to fiery gold.
Placed 1
Categories:
william faulkner, goodbye, hope, lost love,
Form: Free verse
If I were reincarnated, I’d want to come back a buzzard. Nothing hated him or envies him or wants him or needs him. He is never bothered or in danger, and he can eat anything.
William Faulkner
we know who they are
do we L - O - V - E love them
could be
all the buZZ
we are after
becAUse
they shake our insides
out, make us think,
make us shOUt
others join in the madneSS
raLLy the cause
pick up pitchforkS
grab the torch
foLLow your lead
why is it dark?
who shut the door?
7/21/2022
Not aimed at anyone. Just came to my mind. Enjoy!
Categories:
william faulkner, angst,
Form: Free verse
A WRITERS LIFE
There is on Facebook pictures of dead film stars
like Elisabeth Taylor, who was born in London
and photos of her childhood.
I don´t really care about this. We should remember her
as a great actress, see her movies and shut up.
Then we have Ernest Hemingway, who is one of me
favourite writers, alas, he often appears in the picture
of his life, not so much about his writing, more about
his adventures, which I do not care to read about.
Dos Passos, another great writer, lived a smaller amount
of daring-do, but he surpassed Hemingway in his
say, The Bridge over San Louis Ray”, not to forget
John Steinbeck, Theodore Dreiser and William Faulkner.
I like American writes, pre-word processor,
and now they are going mad producing toms of too many words.
The thing is this. I don´t want to know about their childhood.
Categories:
william faulkner, america, best friend, books,
Form: Blank verse
"Clocks slay time ... time is dead as long as it is
being clicked off by little wheels; only when the
clock stops does time come to life." William Faulkner
A lifetime starts its passage
at the first moment of birth
when a clock starts ticking-
for time is measured as such-
on this, our earthly, human, world.
Recorded in those moments
the past, present, and future-
until, one day, the beat stops-
with our corporal, infinite death-
to start a timeless, eternal, rebirth.
July 3, 2020
~2nd Place~
Contest: Time
Sponsor: A Dear Heart
Judged: 07/06/2020
Required Words: moment, clock,
ticking, time, past, present, infinite,
eternal
Categories:
william faulkner, death, life, time,
Form: Free verse
Racist
By: Miracle Man
7/17/2019
Vocabularies store this word,
Which often inflames.
It’s become widely used verbiage,
In our political games.
It’s spewed each time,
It benefits a sensed need.
To propel their message,
Onto a liberal news feed.
“To live anywhere in the world today and be against equality
because of race or color is like living in Alaska and being against snow”
William Faulkner
Categories:
william faulkner, racism,
Form: Lyric