global
November 5, 2007 at 12:15 pm (Poetry, Writing) (heavenly bodies, individuality, life, metaphor, Poetry, rhyming, romance)
‘global’
sky blue canopies, advance and
pursue insanities. cloud white land,
understands demure impurity.
stark and clean, sun yellow beams,
dreaming scenes mellow not
extreme. attracted to the laid-back.
knowledge always comes after the fact.
too late to debate the sun sets
abated. complications unnecessary,
signals mixed as by an apothecary.
but nary will ever a sun, sky or moon
croon a tune to make the other swoon;
their doom is to orbit, never touching.
forever circularly strewn.
lessons
October 29, 2007 at 12:03 pm (Poetry, Writing) (life, metaphor, Poetry, spider webs, Writing)
‘lessons’
spindly spider webs, like wintry minds, descend
unto the floor, threads galore; the assured rapport
of the critter, bitter, makes all the rest skitter away
plight inviting a battle without fighting; right
the way, wrong all along, to say this song belongs
intertwined in the infinite, wary not insidious.
blissful ignorance begets the unwilling indignant;
ensnared elation ensues each item ineludibly,
thus can’t you see naught but loving misanthropy?
hide and seek
October 12, 2007 at 1:55 pm (Poetry, Writing) (, games, hide and seek, life, metaphor, Poetry, rhyming)
‘hide and seek’
run run and hide
just fun fun and besides
minds define and assume
casting doom on all those who presume
this tune, aware, has been sung before
but at a different time, with a different rapport
porous surface seeming oh so whimsical
understand it’s intrinsic to strive for the physical
only once ever done with even a shred of hate
one escape to negate the others that frustrate
unfortunate score that when it rains it pours
don’t ignore the weather, just step out the door
“whatever’s” a lame attitude to claim
wild and untamed even if effort’s in vain
eventually every other just becomes another
tired. desiring of frank talk and supper
avian musings
October 8, 2007 at 11:24 am (Poetry, Writing) (birds, metaphor, Poetry, rhyming, scarecrow, wizard of oz)
‘avian musings’
Circling not nesting needlessly
Fanciful flights flock flying free
Uncannily unwise never alone in demise
Dandily decide there are others to deride
Some beautiful bright birds belie
The carrion vulture that hides inside
Now great black buzzard wings beat the sky
Scavenging calculated or accidentally
There delicate birds perch ever so gently
Unwise they think the scarecrow friendly
Smiling stock still same spot forever
Ironic now face the Tin Man dilemma
But see the straw hat tipped at every bird that flies
Flannel shirt ripped jeans just a disguise
Button eyes blind for the benefit surely
Only one worm to find and all the birds are early
the forest echoes
October 3, 2007 at 1:04 am (Poetry, Writing) (forest, metaphor, Poetry, rhyming, woods)
‘the forest echoes’
nature’s ceiling shades my eyes
her carpet spread wide beneath my feet
nurtured feelings bade my lies
I forgot dread abides this heath my street
grasping ivy and snagging thorns
infinite intertwining fingers
rasping ire trees sagging shorn
sinfulness maligning the divine lingers
dank darkness pervades afraid
but not I even as owls descend
frank remarks fade away betrayed
I just know I’m lost in the woods again
