Thanks Lou
we all have our charities
and take pride to help those with less
but we sarcastically wear the badge that says:
"I gave to the I-R-S"
braving the seagulls
who dance along the beach
who swoop and ride curls
on the tide
we eat our picnic
in the open
raucus demands
wings beaks
part with that food humans
woe be the one
offering crumb out of pity
assault in earnest
begins
seagulls are bossy
selfish
and crude
treat them like pirates
and highwaymen
theyd kill you for your food
dawn along the cove
heard a blue song on the quay
little crabs a runnin
hip boots n plaid placate the gray
she wends the path in the garden
slow butterfly movement
garden in my heart
flutter away
little bird came back
but wounded
the other birds gather round
to comfort little bird
(spontaneous poem in honor of shewolf's return)
Staffs and Miters,
robes and all,
Churchly princes
Sought a call,
Sequestered in
An ancient hall
They await
The Divine call,
Then, There HE is
standing tall...
Oh!
take me to the Wailing Wall....
The Holy Spirit dropped the ball!
A German Pope is what I hear
The Vatican will now have better beer!
Unable to sob
A soul becomes withered
To spill oneself in words
To make oneself feel better
Ode to the A-Hole Who Almost Killed Me Yesterday
People driving in their cars
make me want to yell.
Every day on it's this or that
on the freakin' highway from hell.
It's 40 minutes there,
and it's 50 minutes back,
And that is on a good day,
if nothing's out of whack.
I swear one of these days
I'm gonna get my due.
So watch your stinkin' back
cuz I'm coming after you!
the wind began to bark
as if howling was not aloud
when the rain ruptured forth
from a mean and blackened cloud
as lightening crackled in the distance
touching trees and burning bark
the storm began to swirl
in a funnel huge and dark
Very descriptive, colorbook. You may be reaching a new level as a poet.
and a quickie for now....
something moved inside of me i thought it was a flower. I saw the windiness of greenery and farted out its power. It left me spent and breathless among the olive groves and something kind of tingerly ran amok among my toes.
i left my feet in Winchester i left my legs in Spain swimming to the Isle of Wight was fraught with aching pains. I left my nose in china, my ears in Tim buck too. i wish i'd known to take the train till then I'd always flew.
a poem out of nowhere
is miraculous indeed,
charge like a stampede
from my brain and through my hair.
arriving at my fingers
then as words upon a screen
ready to be seen
both by models and by mingers
i hope this is enjoyed
by you as much as me
but just in case you think its crap
i'll end this line and flee
Sometimes a breeze flows
tickling my nose
It's spring thats in the air
Taking off my clothes
will the roses blossom
in the dessert sands I fear
as rain seldom comes these days
to wet down with its tears
confused winds stir up a story
told as ears are bent and strained
and whisper magic of a fragrance
that will bloom each time it rains
the plant it fights persistently
it rises from its bed
as the dampness from the clouds now falls
and colors petals red
hi colorbook
nice thoughts
edgarblythe wrote:Very descriptive, colorbook. You may be reaching a new level as a poet.
Thanks edgar, It's good to feel spontaneous again
