The moment when their lips touched
the wind began to blow
and the raging fires burning
ignited a molten glow
a dark sky was cloudy
as they clutched each other close
the madness of the moment
took over like a ghost
a churning twisting circle
swept two lovers so insane
burning embers cooling
with the first frigid drops of rain
and they parted at that moment
eyes wide open with surprise
as they watched the lightning crackle
like a devil in disguise
the rain it poured in buckets
and drenched everything in sight
no sign of ever clearing
on this mystic summer night
so when they gathered calming breaths
like ending suffered pain
they gazed into each others eyes
and touched their lips again
Ah, new love. I remember it well...
I kept revisiting my last poem, making it not so spontaneous. But it kept building. I awoke this morning with the final lines already composed. I just had to type them. The song has a cadence that could be sung to the tune of Dylan's EVERY GRAIN OF SAND, a song that has been inside my head for days.
Very nice edgar, I don't remeber this Dylan song. Maybe I can find a midi file of it on the net.
All too often I have words churning in my head. Usually, when I'm doing house work or some other mundane task that I'd like to get through and over with. Sometimes when I start to write them down, I lose the inspiration, and the words are lost.
Inspiration's a fleeting thing. Even carrying a notebook does not always help.
The New Year is here
and I'm hoping to find
that it's much better than
all of the previous kind
For Dys and Diane
That skinny arse long red-haired cowboy, Bob,
in whose heart love for Diane does throb,
His ailing ticker has made us all sad
hoping for Dys and his nun gone so bad.
BBB
How many roads has the man walked down
How many seasons high
How did he open up his ears
To hear all the people cry
How many hearts must a person have
To keep up with such a guy
Well, the answers my friends
Are known only to Dys
The answers are known by Dys
The sun peeks out
Behind a cloud
The daisies shout
Because they're proud
They've washed today
They'll soon dry out
The bees at play
Are on their route
The sun gets high
The clouds are blown
The daisies sigh
Where love has shone
A green flash
traverses the skies
cutting clouds
with razor-sharp precision.
Rain weeps from the wounds.
Crocus, agitated,
dreams of white blankets,
and a long sleep
till spring.
I left a word out of my last poem. Now I've got to figure out what it is.
He embarked his wranglers
In the valley of the stars
Rounding up the loose steers
For to load them in the cars
The beef is for the east, boys
Good money to say the least
Don't run off our weight, boys
It's the pounds that's ruling fate
Just then there sparked lightning
Brighter than a million stars
For the steers more frightening
Than the damned old cattle cars
The beef is for the devil, boys
For the lightning's turned them evil
Head 'em to the box end, boys
And don't lose 'em on the bend
They fed the devil's breakfast
O'er a cliff beside the draw
Just lucky to be living
For they'd brushed the devil's claw
The beef is in the canyon, boys
The wind is back in these stallions
And we shall get our money, boys
When the fates' jokes' back to funny
Oh the beef is for the east, boys
The beef is for the east
The beef is for the east, boys
Good money to say the least
Hey - Some of them works, some doesn't. At least I learned how to say real good English.
One word at a time
A thought encased in simplicity
Shadowed by yesterday,
foreshadowed by next week
In a web of gossamer.
Green meadow of fortune
take me away
to the place where the flowers
awaken all day
Where quiet illusions
are somewhat portrayed
and dreams recaptured
of memories made
I will lay on the ground
in sweet summer grass
look up at the sky and
watch the clouds pass
ah, colorbook. I loved that poem.
From the HOMES of the cold lakes
The paint that runs, solidified
Into crystal with stems
Personified in deep water
Letty....it was just a wishful relaxing moment.
My wish for a world, all civilized and keen,
Is a child's soap bubble, that if not quickly seen
Will burst to a puddle, much too tiny to clean.
I wish it were summer
it's freezing outside
the barbecue grill
needs burgers well fried
The pool in the back
with ice covered crust
is barren of beach balls
and gathers cold dust
the yard is so barren
of springs leafy vine
the long cold winter
will leave in good time
I look from the window
the snow starts to fall
and I wish it were summer
the best time of all
Underneath my feet
Lies a realm I don't often meet
A world so petit
I don't hear if denizens greet
Me trampling their street
With words not real friendly or sweet
