theollady wrote:I am enjoying these, eb and cb.
Thanks lou...I almost missed you there...I hope to see you here more often
he sang about mythology
in every refrain
with no apology
or was he just insane
I never claimed to know
the myth and legends lore
but I truly will exclaim
his song was such a bore
he finally stopped the song
as the air began to clear
his voice was nasal tone
as it strained upon my ear
just
never sing about mythology
it's hard to rhyme each name
with a guitar in effigy
you'll be the one to blame
old man winter
stretching his welcome
too long
he has fashioned
large bumpy hills of snow
to decorate the edges of the street
and has permitted icicles to drape
all places they touch
a serious man he is
to allow sub zero temperatures
that keep a body locked away
to dream of tending a garden
in a distant memory
I am not well nourished by modern affairs,
By bombs that nations eat like chocolate eclairs,
Then tear into social progress in the name of self determination
As if turning cash of mass destruction to food and jobs 'd ruin a nation;
Putting superstition and football
In education's hallowed upper hall,
Electing mental and moral misfit officers of democracy,
Elevating consumer producers to aristocracy;
Demanding light at the dead end of a cave,
Though out of batteries, useless to rave.
Write bombs of literature
On missiles well aimed
Attach a signature
To the frail and maimed
Planted in the libraries
Like Seuss and Einstein
Buried on the prairies
aged in bottles like wine
the snow pikes up heavy
on my side of the street
where it's slippery and slidey
and absent of heat
the cars all fish-tale by
so rapid and slick
as the snow keeps on falling
lickety split
the snow plow is working
all round the clock
and it takes almost an hour
for it to get round the block
I set at the window
all frosty with smog
and pitch up the fireplace
with another seasoned log
Have a mug of warm cocoa, colorbook.
I wrote of beauty;
It bit my hand.
I wrote of ugly;
It called me grand.
I ate my heart for dinner.
edgarblythe wrote:Have a mug of warm cocoa, colorbook.
Warm chocolate doesn't always work, however, a nice sunny day around 60 degrees might
the goal is gold
whether of the heart
or pocketbook
the prayer gets old
but not the part
of hook or crook
The Milkman's Horse
puddleslop
pavement clop
drenched from tail to mane
milkroute
roundabout
back to home again
HEY.........I saw that horsey.
Gave him a carrot. He whispered "thank you" (just like a parrot.)
You been watching Mr Ed, greg?
Seriously, welcome to a2k.
running like a subaru down the lost highway
thought i met a man like me i wanted to say
hey yo i'm lookin like me
and i'm gonna stay free
running like a subaru down the lost highway
hey yo i'm lookin like me
do ya wanna stay free
i met 'im on the lost highway
I keep returning to the same theme
Scenes of a song, a midsummer's dream.
Faces are cloudy and disappear fast
Before I can recognize who they were last.
Leaving me lonely, and wistful, and blue
And wondering who guides me, and loves me so true.
TO Edgarblythe & Colorbook
I am a huge fan ! I shall make my clumsy attempt to contribute
......... Honoring my spiritual Sponsor who recently made his unexpected transition........
Truemale...... I miss your written encouragement and compassion for myself and the whole of mankind...... RIP
gregarious
I think you have the makings of a fellow spontaneous poet. Hope you will jump in more often.
in the still stale night
rocking like a sad ballad
in dungeon-like gloom
strobe light flake
on your cheek
who makes love to you
whisper my ear
sad one
makes you purr
when the bad night is through
Thinking and thinking,
I don't know what to believe,
still trying to know.
