Thanks. letty. I don't have as much early time as normal, so I will do my daily entry and move on.
all the gloom
of winters on the land
aint no broom
could brush away so grand
rainy skies
frigid air
aint no tomb
colder than texas air
aint no doom
like texas folks declare
rainy skies
frigid air
Gives me shivers, edgar.
Thanks for the help Letty. Your changes definitely sound much better.
A valentine in olden days
lacy pink red hearted ways
mushy verse one must repeat
so tastefully and ever sweet
the voice inside in great design
speaks aloud as valentine
to ask of those who must require
the valentine that they desire
Valentine's
And the clouds go away
kiss me darling
Let's go out and play
You tell me what to think
You tell me what to say
Can't you see that I was me
From birth to this very day
The deities weren't as controlling
The law left me alone
But you want me to be like you
An act that I don't condone
Let me be
Let me live
Let me believe
That I am myself
Is condone the right word? I was using it as something I won't do, or despise.
To condone a thing is to approve of it.
I shall edit my poem then. Thank you again edgar.
I just found this, don't know how old it is. Not quite sure what I was thinking at the time.
I am
Becoming what will be
How I am
What is
What was.
I am
Honest, truthful, forthright
Full of cosmic light
I eat what I hear
And hear what I speak.
I am
A tiny speck of universal enlightenment
A massive rock of self-realization
A hairless chimp
I am a prism of reality.
Ans I was under the impression that I only started writing poetry recently. Oh how my memory fades.
Be it true
be it false
say you love me, I'll take the loss
be it wrong
be it right
say you'll stay with me tonight
be it good
be it bad
your's is the best I've ever had
be it sad
be it happy
it's the need of you that trapped me
be it here
be it gone
your love has left and I'm alone
...
A fleeting glimpse of flowers bloom
ignite the day with its perfume
an attitude of just comply
to find the sun up in the sky
a lazy day to find some rest
or face the day as if a test
to spread your wings as if in flight
or grab the day if it is right
I'm here to fight the fight
Not with bombs or guns
but with a blinding light
Not with foot that runs
But with hand firmly tight
And a truth that stuns
You who line up to kill
You who fall down killed
At least find a cause real
Egomania filled
Isn't cause for blood to spill
Doesn't forgive blood spilled
I agree. You phrased your point of view well, Edgar.
Here, when I gaze from my window,
Without a point, except to see
The changing light, the traffic pass,
The world a love that's leaving me--
I see the light, its sawdust fists
Taking its share of fate and time.
And wide, and vague, a wild pervue
Of dancing sands in midday's grass
That waits for us. The dull rain creeps.
Beautiful, drom. You have a rare talent.
Thanks for your encouragement, Edgar; that's praise from Caesar.
Inside the glass
Looking out
I see a world
Perfect for the devout.
But I'm thinking of quitting
It's not right for me
I'm dying of nothing
In a world of ennui.
Perhaps I should venture out
And make a life for myself
But I have my doubts
And too little love-wealth.
I'll just stay here
Looking out the window
Wondering what life would be
If I was as free as the crow.
I was thinking of trying some free verse, does anyone have any tips or should I just figure it out for myself?
I look out at people and don't see their face,
I see a life long-lived
And work unfinished.
Can scars be people?
Does time's sword mark what life really is?
I look at people and see through their face,
Characters rest behind tired eyes
And each is struggling to get out.
Are souls what people are,
Just an action or a thought?
Is the body a façade of a person?
Is the soul a portico to the mind?
We cannot know because we cannot see
Whether the forbidden fruit tasted best
On the skin or in the pulp.
