Archive for the ‘poetry’ Category

The Tory and the Hare

Posted at 3:08 pm | Filed Under poetry

Thud Thud
war bombs
lights ablaze
manikins of bankruptcy
stooges of deceit
manage the precedence
of the rapt elite
Gore and murder
destruction amuck
desires of a geometer
hones its target
Bad luck
For those who dally
in the fields of dreams
the scarlet rain
from up above
Drains
The innards of a mortal soul
the manners of a hollow abode
left by the rafters in the field
a callous act, a shallow deal.
When the [...]

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Carrying Out the Load

Posted at 5:42 am | Filed Under poetry

The forest green is ne’er too far
To intercept the evening star
The valley grove is none to deep
To interrupt their placid sleep
The world turns as stars shine bright
The moon then glows with light this night
The stars are masked, the moon’s faint ray
Then, the sun, hearkens the coming day
A narrow stream goes flowing by
A wispy cloud floats [...]

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The Serene Life

Posted at 9:34 pm | Filed Under pictures, poetry

Living in the present
One can see the age
Of salamanders swimming
or conversations with a sage
The manner of the multitude
Must never be forgot
a sacrifice of artifice
for a greater thing is sought
A crystal cave -  a rebellion
is desirous for the all
that meander here and to and fro
toward a happiness enthralled
And a desire which wraps around the brain
Can never [...]

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This Mexican Jumping Bean

Posted at 2:44 pm | Filed Under poetry

It’s a travesty of justice
This Mexican jumping bean
I mean it’s just a worm in a nut
that dies
Twirling whirling the moon, sun, solar system, galaxy, cosmos
always in motion
here I sit
And then to find meaning
Meaning in what?
For there to be meaning there must be an other and an other and an other
What a travesty of justice
Plato tells [...]

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Before the War

Posted at 2:41 am | Filed Under poetry

Random acts blow right by
Civil attack in the sky
Virulent this banded bow
Resting shattered down below
Musing of the bridled man
Searching through the garbage can
Lifts the lid and beholds a door
That exits back before the war
Cataclysmic robe of doom
Tethered in this lonesome tomb
Rallied onward upward bound
Traveling past the speed of sound
An explosion of furies might
Travels upward like [...]

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A Dandy Day

Posted at 2:14 pm | Filed Under poetry

It’s a dandy day
A lonesome dream
Kaleidoscope
Of measured means
A dalliance
Of fractured bones
Buried in
The deepest tombs
Rarified
Like a devils dream
Of platitudes
And desert scenes
And measured to
The days gone by
A varied hope
Of selfless pride
To more right on
For not denies
The truth that sits
Down petrified
Meandering on
A placid care
Of broken dreams
And dream filled dares

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Sunset at Seaside

Posted at 7:11 am | Filed Under poetry

Danced the sea
With fiery sand
forward to greet
to return again
The sun set sail
On horizon line
The clouds its mast
Refract colors fine
Then sun obscured
By rolling clouds
A fine mist falls
Then darkness shrouds
Another days close
Another draws near
A wistful memory
That I hold so dear

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A Dusty Closet

Posted at 1:51 am | Filed Under poetry

A dusty closet
of knick knacks
strewn across the floor
memories of a past long gone
 
and out a gate
and down a narrow path
winding up and back
then stopping
 
A house I once knew
long ago
rejoicing of childhood dreams
but now misty memories
 
So leaving and on my way
desolate and lost
a bump in the road
a cancer that’s spread
 
but I live on
and on again
for if [...]

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Beautiful Child

Posted at 5:45 pm | Filed Under poetry

Magnificence
And supple grace
Radiant smile
An ageless face
Love’s archetype
Perfections own
Greater brillance
Gods never known
So when you rise
And face the sun
Remember you
and eternity
Are one
So when a rainbow
Skirts the sky
I’ll know a tear
Has crossed your eye

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Cherish What Will Be

Posted at 1:05 am | Filed Under poetry

Silence
A tapestry
of sights unseen
wrapped in a golden haze
a shade of light
a veil of a dream
to look
and speak
resounds around
the world unfurled
But smite
the death of meaning
the life of seeming
the wrath of nothing
so speak
a day
or a fortnight
of better days
and better ways
for when the end comes
none shall cherish what will be
nor remember what’s not

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