Our lives, entwined, move silently across a
winding path, flanked by rough-hewn thorny brambles,
and blood-red roses, content to lend beauty
to the bramble's gnarled existence. The path takes
many turns, but in our hearts, that know far more
than the oft-touted mind, our destination
is clear, but for the brambles. The roses scoff
and say: "It's not the thorns you fear that will be
your undoing. It is the mirror. Look to
the roses." Wiser now, I see a time for
celebration with the rose I truly love.
Beautiful, Cav.
BBB
My wife just retired from her job due to back problems. I have at least a hint of what you're going through. It's a tough way live.
A vibrant green vine
With thorny hide
Entered flesh of mine
Tearing aside
Tender membranes
Hardening it grew
Plowing its way
As always I knew
It would one day
At last it strains
Enters my heart
Tender it sears
Red rose to start
Watered with tears
And bloody stains
System restore, system restore
Oh what a lovely game is system restore
Compaq implore, Compaq implore
I call on you make it like it was before
Wo-wo-wo-wo-woooop
Fill in the blanks, my boy
That's all hope you enjoy
(and I do)
Blessings to the host
in which the spirit rides
blessed be the love
that bridges all divides
remember what you are
is what passes
through your heart
yesterday is the best way
to make a new day start
Happy tomorrows Edgar and all!!!
now will you dream with me
how subtly we escape from life
roll up your sleeves with me
we'll shortly wrest ague from life
how will you dream with me
how doubly you are saved from life
when you will grieve from me
how lovely we escape from life
And I in the Buddha moment will live
And I in the Buddha moment will not live
And the tree will shake its leaves to the wind
And the quiet snow will cover the river's bend
And I will enter where I may not enter
Entering, I will not enter
Kids squeal
oranges peel
please please
no more fudge
a slice of ham?
no thanky mam
just an alkaseltzer please
shut out
like flies
in the summer
i watch
her heartaches
come and go
slam
goes the door
as i brew
another cup of tea
Cat in the back yard
Dog on the go
Time to say, "Howdy Pard"
Watching the eagle flow
< points at Edgar's shirt >
Got some on yer shirt Edgar!
< Edgar looks down >
GOTCHA!!!! HEEHEEHEEHEE
I was hearing some haiku on the radio a few days ago. Apparently they should refer to the natural world, normally be 17 syllables, and have a strong visual quality. I'd like to try some but this is all that came today!
Replete, we sit around,
more stuffed than our sofas.
Now it's Christmas night.
Keep trying Clary. I hope to see more of you here.
Thanks Edgar, my old English king
Dys
That's the first time I saw poetry from you. I wouldn't mind seeing more. I used to enjoy the stories you posted. Would like more of that too.
The color of lilacs
were blue in my dreams
and rainbows were colorless
somehow it seems
The old apple orchard
down by the creek
is ready for pickin'
Those apples so sleek
The sky is grey clouded
its ready to pour
the ground is so dry
it's begging for more
Up in the hay loft
I laze in a dream
when life was much simpler
or so it would seem
Hi, colorbook. I tried writing one just now but failed. See ya in the morning.
