A Haunting
What noise disturbs my gentle sleep
and steals the dreams I wish to keep?
Strange sounds echo down below,
the cellar, where I loathe to go...
With candle lit, in dressing gown
I hesitantly venture down
to see what things awake me,
in fear of what awaits me.
The sound of chains across the floor,
a haunting cry, a slamming door,
are these just dreams or something more?
A flash of light across the room
broke my silent sense of doom.
Among the wine casks spirits danced
in cold pastiche of true romance,
and in the darkness one figure stood,
pale, wan, in cloak with hood.
"Ghost, what do you want of me,
to steal my dreams of revery!"
The spirit uttered just one word,
at first I thought I had misheard,
with bony finger facing me,
He uttered "Thee..."
Fabulous, Cav, and I mean
fabulous
Glad I didn't read that before I went to bed.
Good morning from Florida.
My acid-reflux provoked some insomnia and a Poe moment...thanks guys.
I'm feeling better now...
When acid reflux strikes at night,
Pepsid may put it to flight
If that doesn't work,
Suffer, cause Poe had to in order to produce!
The banshee is keening
The owl called my name,
The pale horse was snorting
And tossing its mane,
But I didn't listen,
I had things to do,
Potion anyone?
My love is no wilting flower
But she is rather a rock, a gem
I count on her by the hour
For she is both the tree and the limb
For her there's no golden bower
No elegant gowns with lacy trim
Yet all the love I can shower
Is what fills her cup up to the brim
Honey watch your toes
When the warm wind blows
Up from the south
Your fingers will melt
And your heavy load
Will fall down to your toes
And your heavy load
Will squash your toes
Into the road
Honey watch your eyes
When the cold winds rise
From northern skies
As the last bird flies
The blinding ice
Makes a ginsu slice
The blinding splice
You'll pay the final price
Honey watch your soul
When nether winds blow
From down below
Beware your rank goal
The demons know
Eternity's slow
For if you go
You'll be a lump of coal
In schizophrenic times
how does one distinguish
the 'thems' from the 'I'ms'?
I love to rhyme
as the words in time
search for a lemon or lime
imagine the words
could be absurbs
and beautiful musical birds
Larry, welcome to A2K, a carousal of color.
Rhymes and bells and chimes
Blues and choose; but snooze and lose
Your cares or share them.
Cav is a man of haiku and victuals
Edgar a writer whose honey will fix you
Up.
OldandKnew a visitor, too.
Welcome!
Hi, Larry. Welcome to the best forum site on the web.
Call me Joan....My husband name is Larry...anyway..glad to be here
I am in a few forums so i do know not yet if this is best....
There was an old lady called Joan
She loved writing poems with rhymthic tones
The poetry is imaginative and neat
And stamps to music and beat
She wonders why all the creative bones
The morning sunrise wafts
in swaths of colour
and the rythym of the morning.
The room redecorated
in a yellow-orange brocade
of light. Carpe diem they say,
but I am siezed by the day.
When my knuckles start to drag along the ground
And it's not because I'm drunk and falling dowm
Just that I'm a fool and a moron
This clay cannot pull itself apart from the dirt
Not even when I put on my new Hawaiian shirt
Not even when I gaze with awe at Orion
Some deep mystery holds me away from the sun
Some random assassin kills me with his gun
Some crazy lady wants my soul for a laugh
Then you tell me Have faith and go for it all
Then you say Listen and heed the healer's call
Offering a band aide to a man broken in half
I wish that I could be like you inside
Childlike in faith even when you hurt and cry
Still believing salvation is in your hand
I want to eat innocent lunches in the park
I want exotic memories and refuge from the dark
Children to look to and trust this perfect human
My hand frees itself from the dirt at last
My car drives itself to the station for its gas
My novel finds itself a patron
The crisis in my soul gets lost in the void
The Power Ranger is granted the latest Zoid
Guess it's time take the A train
Gentle words among friends
Caution among enemies
The mind the fork bends
Visitors' feet like centipedes'
Do you climb the waiting steps
Or stand in the empty hall
You hoping to come to grips
You weeping against the wall
When all the roses of Paris
Have filled up your lover's room
When all the names embarrass
Still reeking of stale perfume
You desperate lonely man
Loving her as no one can
We celebrate beautiful times
In a world of sorrows
Give children nursery rhymes
War time's false tomorrows
Give them our love
Send them away to kill
What we were thinking of
Sometimes a bitter pill
Down in the hayfield I saw three deer graze.
The field is surrounded by
Encroachment of homes and a schoolyard lays
East, 'neath a polluted sky.
The deer fed themselves as if unaware
Of the cars speeding by,
Unheedful of my sympathetic stare,
'Neath the unending sky.
No words could capture
the rapture of the dusk
out my window yesterday
the waning moon on one side
a fiery orange setting sun
on the other and in between
a pale blue sky framed
by clouds on fire
the universe in frame
beauty and the chaos of flame
I who have no father
Have launched four lovely kids;
And it was no bother,
Though modesty forbids
Any undue bragging now;
I'm just lucky they're great.
They did it anyhow;
All I did was nurture and wait -
And, as if it couldn't get bigger,
I'm now a friend's father figure!
