olly
I like that one even better than the first. By the way, welcome to a2k.
Thank you, thank you. It feels like home here.
I wonder why I bother to care
When I turn around there is noone there
If I were to drop dead or die right now
You'd be bound to think of me by a vow
The colors keep slowly fading away
The real world, the routine, and its sway
I don't want to wear a mask anymore
If I can't be me, what my life is for!?
Deep down inside I may soon be dead
If you care to help, be my life-saving thread
I need just a bit, let me make you see
How lost I am in the ocean of me
I feel more behind every single thing
You ironically laugh at what makes me sing
I easily get what you're fighting for
I told you I'm different down to the core :wink:
Very nice, Olly and welcome to A2K!
I liked this one Drom, a very interesting concept.
The balance deep within you
Turns a tide that must depart
It gathers forth dominions
That governs within your heart
Each chapter senses moment
Passing swiftly through each year
Reliving moments lost in time
Never seems as they appear
The sides of waves
Are fluidly smart
They snides and sueves
and they rolls apart
in the interest of rhymes I had sueves pronounced with a long A.
A tack or a nail
Attack or a rail
A sack or a pail
A shack or a jail
Poor anonymous must decide
Before boarding the omnibus of life
I liked them, Edgar; a Collected Poems of yours would be really interesting to read.
Moving on up in the world,
She was able to buy
A more expensive
Blackcurrant cordial
For the children's avaricious
Never-ending thirst--
A biblical drought
Willing itself on every hour
Without a credit
Or a box social as a thank-you--
And whilst everything
Stayed the same, glued
In its own time field
Only altered by
The children's rebounding hooves
On the floor she bought
On the cheap side, that
Never laid still properly,
And whilst she herself
Went from one date to another
In her professional
And personal diaries
Only to remark that
Nothing truly had changed,
Will change, or would,
And whilst this could
Bring the suicide of a more romantic,
She still gazed at
The few caprices,
And the costlier
Blackcurrant cordial
And smiled at her prizes
Quite satisfied with their
Worth.
drom
That was very good. Black currant anything is not all that common in the parts of the USA I have lived in. Red currants go into lots of things, though.
Thanks, Edgar!
I didn't know that: here, it's the opposite; blackcurrant, in a very diluted form, is the most popular still drink-- we hardly have red currants at all.
i awake from my nap
my poor brain is on tap
for primal musing
i ponder my next nap
as i take me a crap
life's so confusing
the president's a louse
says bipartisan mouse
chase him from the house
restore freedoms abused
wash the congress's hair
scour each floor and each stair
until he wasn't there
burn the blankets he used
If only Blair and Bush left this year!
I like it, Olly; you convey both pain and hopeful love well.
'Sea Born'
(Our boat,) a needle in the vast Electric,
In some wild, dawn-misted trance,
Sped and thread through tired, engulfing Blue
While waves weaved deep silence:
Rising and crackling like harsh static.
Guilessly prancing to old Loss's tune.
I'm very proud to be in a thread with you people. By the way; what happened to colorbook?
Edgar, thanks for wondering about me. My Mom is currently in the hospital and it seems I haven't had much time to post. I'll be back when everything is less hectic.
Colorbook
Colorbook, sorry to hear about your mom. Hope everything goes well for her.
BBB
My regards for your Mom, colorbook. I spent last night at a hospital with my daughter. She burned her hand in a grease fire. The paramedics cut her engagement ring off her finger and then transported her to the Herman Hospital, where they have some of the best burn doctors there are. They are talking skin grafts and keeping her on some pretty strong pain medication.
(It has snowed, beautiful little flurries for the past two and half days here in New York. )
Reconstructed from Memory
This last past three day three day snowfall
has seemed mystic to me
and to the other dwellers here
with each flake falling as if selected,
placed one upon one so gently
to make a winter scene of lace and powder
in the trees while the streets
are merely wet with Spring.
This girlike goodbye from the winter miss
has thrown all the calendars in our minds awry,
in our mind's eye, it's December
with days and days to go.
We have to reconstruct from memory
what time it is in the aubergine city.
The man in the elevator doorway
eyes closed
dreams of Quito
and I keep wondering
have I finished my Christmas shopping.
Joe
its springtime in houston my friends
the time the hot weather begins
the bluejays fuss and they bother
azalias early martyr
sending blooms like comets to die
in lovely streaks before the eye
we make obeisance to the sun
like cats we make the hot tin run
Thanks Edgar and BBB, for the get well wishes. My mom is back home now and her condition is stabilized.
Edgar, I hope your daughter is doing better. Is her hand as bad as the doctors originally thought?
