Pillows on the waves; clouds scudding low:
Posiedon at his nap; turtles at his toes.
Lighthouse in his eyes;
Raucus gulls' hungry cries;
Yet, he grins; all is well is what he knows.
Dark moon running,
'Cross the meadow glide',
Saint-like cunning:
Troll the other side.
Lost in the trees,
Found in the blood heart;
With fang-like teeth,
Work the work of art.
I see you've been cooking time
Seconds baking with a pinch of thyme
Flavor of life is counted by days
Hours simmer in memories haze
A recipe for all to know
Moments season years, as we grow
Me grandpappy said
just before he passed away
"Runaway thresher!"
While strolling the parking lot
All on a late summer's day
I chanced on a hummingbird
On its back in disarray
I stopped to survey its plight
Of a sudden it flew away
The bird it may be was ill
It did not confide to say
If there's one thing I haven't got
It's my drawers in a knot.
If there's one thing I do have
It's patience like a healing salve,
A trickle of water against the rock,
Until the rock has lost its clock.
So when you see your neighbor has a wad
Go out the door and give 'im a nod;
But don't let that joker bring you down:
Remember, you are the original clown.
Just tell 'im jokes and see if he grins;
If that doesn't work it's time the meeting ends.
I'm off to yet another wedding
The daughter of a dear old friend.
Beautiful bride, handsome groom,
She is from Westport, CT.
He from Virginia.
She knew how to get her way from the day she was born.
Poor, innocent groom.
Marking the deep dark hour of midnight
You see your heart as in light
You hear her sleeping you feel her heat
Shift the blanket o'er your feet
Politics in your pocket
Harmonica jambed into your face
Eye rolling in its socket
Peace stumbling losing its frantic pace
Berlin wall in Israel
Cheap labor's wall in the USA
Elections set up to steal
But is it the American way
With leaders and papers blind
To the realities of loss
As Nineteen Eighty Four wined
And dined and won every toss
The sky sits grey with heavy heart,
and waits to tear the earth apart
with torrents wet and gale's rage,
the war with earth has been engaged.
Relentless as the sky might be,
the sky gets tired, eventually,
of consant conflict, rainy days,
and sends Apollo's golden rays.
Very nice Cav! You guys are too good for me...that is why i stick to trivia and word games!
All ya gotta do is write anything that comes to mind, throwing in a few words that rhyme;
then ya got a poem sublime, or at least ya had a groovy time.
I read everything that is written here...I have a poets heart I think..but not a poets tongue...
But I do have the groovy time eb...
I wish I may one day be true
and open up to all of you
the feelings, thoughts that come to mind..
I know that you all would be kind..
So here's to poets everywhere...who share and read with loving care!
Today you're so sad
I am so sorry
He left, he was mad
You're heart aches
My tears fall too
Decisions he makes
Too young to know
Hope he calls
To say, I love you
Hey willow, thanks.
A poet's heart is all you need,
the words will come in time, indeed.
My damned hip
My damned sore hip flared up again last week
cortisone pain relief I vainly seek
it did not work; doctor shook his head, so I tried agin
insisting on a second needle plunged into my skin.
Tossed my crutches in the closet; slammed the door
played with Maddy but its roughhousing he wants more.
Now relieved of the pain that plagued me badly
poor surgeons won't get to replace my hip gladly.
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