Is it man, beast or superfly
I do not know or do not lie
Can't we have a little snow
We do not see that much that don't go
larryta
Snow here in Houston is but a daydream.
I still have roses blooming in my yard.
Wow! That is good.
It is 36 degrees at the moment
It feels cold and it should.
I do not know what may come
But I love the white stuff
Especially snow cream
Maybe we both will get a little bit or puff
The weather may be on the run
Snowflakes on a cold and hard ground
Makes me glad I can only be found
In Houston
Where there ain't no snow
Because I don't need a car that goes crash
And then you track in the ice and the trash
But in Houston
The warm raindrops flow
Evenly flowing all quiet peace
Snowflakes fall and frame the colored lights
Christmas is near
Snowy eyelashes are full with just one blink
Snow angels awaken
As the snow choir begins to sing it's rhythm
Edgar, your souls a showing
Passion of an empty highway
tar bubbling
heat rippling
gonna be a long old day
times like this
kinda makes you miss
sitting on the porch stoop
me n mom n dad n sis
aint got no reason for sadness
nothing but laughter n gladness
I'll stop by there again
if this day'l ever end
why'd I ever start on down
this lonly highway
Doug
Doug
I use soul in a poetic way, because it creates beautiful illusion.
Bird cries with abandon
Happy to be going home
Soaring by the thousands
Scoring from the southlands
And then hitting the blue dome
An act far from random
Why did I take tonight's job?
The hostess is a total knob,
cheap, demanding, declasse,
I should have asked for far more pay.
(just a little rant there, heh heh)
Too late now, too late,
the leaves chase the feathers
while joy flees. The breeze
is fierce, the employees
with gestapo determination
go outside to smoke and fume.
Too late now, it seems,
to see that life is full of dreams.
Passing are we, like heaven's spirits come,
And like the leaves carried by the summer breeze,
fleeting through time, and consequence undone,
and through the years, all lost is
overcome, and sorrow goes. And with it all
the times of bold repose,
Can I reside through borrowed nights intact
and Constant in the thought of, distantly,
Under the moon we both do occupy.
But now, nearing the end, you leave me here.
All men are joined, in life, and later sleep,
And to my home, and then to spirit on,
With stolen memories of joy, and battle
over histories, now gone.
But change and alteration is this life,
And soon, it is my time to follow you,
Rivers of Change that bring all to their new
and better times, leaving behind antiquity.
Gazing ahigh, onto the sawn-off morn,
to challenge time, you go,
and further on. And thus, I hate goodbye.
Mornin Cav. What a beautiful way to start the day.
Drom, you're a talented writer. I enjoyed that.
colorbook, your last was lovely.
Thanks Edgar; I loved yours too... it gave me many, many feelings at the same time, and I visualised vast blue expanses whilst reading your words... any writer who can overpower everything else with a scene is a very talented one. And, although probably unintended, it reminded me both of people going home for the holiday season(!) and of blissful freedom..
I liked Cav's loads too; the last few lines remind me of the saying, 'A dream can be the highest point of a life.'
I think everybody is doing great work here, and I don't mind saying, this is one of my favorite threads. Cheers all!
I agree. I usually shy away from writing poetry spontaneously, like the one above; it's amazing to see how everyone here can make such impressive poetry on the spot...
I must agree the poetry is great.
The weather outside is freezing
but why it is not snowing or sleeting
I do not know but love the heating
of my home
I wonder long ago if it was so cold
Mary had her baby and had to be so bold
I am thankful we have lights, heat of old
in my home
Wandering in the unseen webs
Caught in this lovely place
How long?
How far?
Destiny is closer and far off
In the realm of the Death.
There is no future here-
just azure blurs of yesterday in mark;
and parted trees, and endless night.
Through the gap, dark silence perseveres.
The water on the resevoir is still-
but bounded silently.
The long weeds sway. The air is broken
still. And through the town,
None dare walk upon the quiet streets.
The edges; they slowly twist, and turn
All tommorrows seem worn out,
Austere places rule their lives,
Insomnia takes itself upon,
I wait for fine, to take me from this pain,
the lack of alteration- stuns me cold.
Crowds roll, and flats, and endless rain unfold.
Shajahan and Larry:
I like both your poems: they both convey a strong sense of atmosphere...
What can I say I write what I feel ....it is cold and rainy at the moment....I really don't see how it not the white stuff...
Even though the weather is so bad
we don't have to be so sad
There is always these forums to pick us up
and (house)work and stuff and sup
There is always hope and love
to save us all from going down instead of above
Bottled memories.....
I still remember
the way your lips shape words
silent laughter in your eyes
as our lust
brought us to tremble
the flaming embrace
that rewarded our chase
yes
I still remember
Doug
