Hey,thanks, everybody. I think we're all pretty good.
I sought to revive this thread because, 1. I was not mentally prepared when it first got started but am now, 2. I enjoy seeing what you all are capable of, 3. I use it for a morning calisthetic before starting to work on my stories.
When I contemplate
Parsley on my plate,
Or lettuce on rye,
I ask myself "Why?"
When I discover
Okra it's over;
Here's my proposal:
Garbage disposal!
The interminable fascism of morning
hits me like a cold brick,
slaying leisure,
and the dreaming night.
And Time Will Stop
She lay there silent as a stone
fragile as the desert sand
ashen as the Artic snow
brave as sparrows on the lawn
Suddenly her chest, it rose
with one almighty heave
Her eyes flashed open magicly,
she looked around & then at me.
"It's getting late, I can't stay here,
mum & dad, they made it clear.
No time to waste, I've got to go,
your father will be waiting there,
the church is booked,
the vicar and the choir too"
Her words they tumbled from her lips.
These the last she ever spoke.
Her eyes slid shut behind her smile,
Oh Kate, my mother now for 40 years.
But she was gone to restfull climes
the sun it shone in summer skies
to light her way to heaven's peace,
leaving me with thoughts and tears.
Watching these last poem's of shell's oticity,
Edgar's with bemused garden ethnicity.
Cav's with staff of tyrant- morning's dawn,
And John's, whose Kate is ready to move on.
Having come from a thread of anti-isms,
And looked with faulty ears of syllogisms,
A sense of "all is well" streams these discourses,
And peace of the "un-dove" coos, "No remorses."
Letty don't fretty
She tole it like the way it is
Like laying down a jetty
When the doom surge play in fits
I am so digging this thread...gonna try to make it my morning brain exercise too.
Drove my Chevy to the jetty, Edgar.
Hey, Cav. we dig you de moat.
Ever talk to someone who makes you feel alive?
Ever look at people through blue but different eyes?
Ever catch a leaf that suggests a golden bird?
Ever hear a song that was sung but never heard?
I did!
Pity the morning light that refuses to wait for dawn
and rushes in foolishly with its mercurial pride to challange
a responsibility that knows only triumph and gently bends
the stars to fit its will and cleans up afterwards all
that poor wasted light, leaving not a trace behind.
did you ever notice
the morning light
that ends the night
is not the one
that starts the day?
An error of arrows
Shot in the wood
Brought down four sparrows,
Leaving feathers and blood;
One watcher to brood.
Dreams scattered,
Like used newspapers,
on the train
buffeted,
by the cruel motion,
fluttering
without purpose,
trampled,
by countless shoes,
smudged words,
which once told a story,
of hopes, joys and sorrow,
to be confined,
to the dustbins of life
like my love,
unrequited
When honest questions
meet mistrust
and the dust of ghosts
diplomacy is challenged
the balancing act
of explanation,
without extrapolation,
(the train is leaving the station)
dissecting words leaves one cold
makes one very old
before their time
It's been a day, a day of days
A day when things don't go to plan
A day I should of stayed in bed
A day when trains were running late
A day when things at work broke down
Power cuts and pooter crashed
Then power surged and pooter trashed
The project lost with 5 days work
New machine, load the backup, start again
Enough too drive me up the wall
The client's chewed his fingers down
He's sweating blood & peed his pants
His boss is due, panic time now upon us
The deadline's tight, the budget's tighter
How the hell to save our necks
Get out of this with some respect
Added time we give for free
Client lights his umpteenth ciggie
Sends out for some strong black coffee
Load the back up, hope it works
Pooter giving out it's orders
Logs and lists of this and that
Video clips and audio too
Put the tapes in video player
Pooter takes them all on board
Time and tide they never stop
Clients boss arrives at noon
A friendly man all smiles and jokes
Seems a shame to spoil his day
How's it going lads, he asks
Confession time, pray forgiveness
Vatch, vallet, spectacles, testicles
It's freaking not, I mutter slowly
The boss he shakes his head & frowns
The project's cancelled, died a death
Money men with big new axe, cut us down
and with new broom swept us out
I shook my head in disbelief
I've incurred costs I tell the boss
Turned down someone elses work
What am I supposed to do
I'm out of work as well he said
Invoice everything you've spent
Claim cancellation fee as well
Now let's drink the Green Man dry.
A friend prayed for me last week
After I gave him permission to speak
He said "You're cured and healthy now."
I said, "I'll use up my medicine anyhow,"
Not feeling particularly better.
The friend said,"You are better; just believe it."
But my need for medicine's nothing to sneeze at;
I prefer prayer of the good wishes kind,
Since I have an atheist's mind.
"But thank you for your concern in the matter."
It's my anniversary
so in verse re: this day
I shall not be cursory
or sad regarding lack of money
We'll take in a movie,
perhaps some sushi,
love and a bottle of wine
cav !! Congratulations !!! And many many happy returns of the day !
That's Life
I work and worry,
live and love,
watch my hairline
-not my waist-
recede,
...and bleed.
Gautam wrote:Dreams scattered,
Like used newspapers,
on the train
buffeted,
by the cruel motion,
fluttering
without purpose,
trampled,
by countless shoes,
smudged words,
which once told a story,
of hopes, joys and sorrow,
to be confined,
to the dustbins of life
like my love,
unrequited
Gautam,
Sad, but lovely. I like it.
Hope you are ok.
