Poet's Corner

[truckerjean 0]

Playing with iambic pentameter...

Faith
The sky marks true those times of flight unseen
to lose a breath at wonders begs to mean
we notice now a Truth so fair and bold
a lifetime in the clouds awaits the old.

And souls who would not see this fairest Truth
those wretched lives who lived in saddest days
spend ever in the wasted hands of proof
'till blueness harks and burns away the haze.

Insomnia...

Cast clues and rope, my one true hope is caught
and in the reach my eye is pressed and wrought
to shades of thumping rhythm I go not
'cept in this realm where beg begins begot

Litter Bugs

And so we stand upon this earth and age
Not flight of bird, nor cougar's death; unfazed
Vile water sinks into the dirt; we pay
A price to harm The Mother every day

can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

[truckerjean 0]

Heather
Little blue flower,
alone in a sea of struggling green.
Brown winds blow over,
throttling your last breath.
Breathe, and show me sweetness
while the choking gramineae protests,
and the sun smiles,
and you sing your silly songs

can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

[shropshire 0]

There's holes in the sky
Where the rain gets in,
The holes are small
That's why rain is thin

(.)Y(.)
Chivalry is not dead; it only sleeps for want of work to do. - Jerome K Jerome

[shropshire 0]

Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?

(.)Y(.)
Chivalry is not dead; it only sleeps for want of work to do. - Jerome K Jerome

[truckerjean 0]

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There's holes in the sky
Where the rain gets in,
The holes are small
That's why rain is thin

when days are darkest
feet firmly planted in clouds
yields visible sun

can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

[truckerjean 0]

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Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?

On parchment rouge
quills dipt in inks of blood
blackness spills across my breast
and tides unruly flood
2B or not 2B is asked
a simple form of query
morning tides surrender this
a time on lips and cherry.

can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

[truckerjean 0]

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Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?

You just gave me all kinds of ideas...thx:)

On parchment rouge
quills dipt in inks of blood
blackness spills across my breast
and tides unruly flood
2B or not 2B is asked
a simple form of query
morning tides surrender this
a time on lips and cherry.

Cherry-colored Time
Does an apple wait to be polished, do you think;
does a cornstalk wait for the whispering wind
to blow away the dry dust?
Does jasmine smell sweet for a nose,
or a bird-song only sound lovely to itself echoing off the morning?
Is a man's blood really red,
or is it only cherry-colored time?
Are tears heard and laughter felt?
Or is it all real somehow to the light
that wakes because it has a reason?

Misty eyes and memories
goals wished instead of formed
I cry cherry-colored time
and wait for it to pass

to merry tulips
sniffing sweet blue sky blossoms
and dizzy salamanders agrip
to bloodwine stems of needy chance

waiting for faeries waiting
with watermelon smiles
dripping mango wings
and lips brushed with gladness
for moments relished in pickled cucumbers
waiting for cherry-colored time to pass

(It's that acid I dropped 30 years ago, I'm sure of it...JK:D

can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

[bluiev 0]

As She Sleeps

She curled into my arms
Her heart whispering a steady song
In my embrace, her scent is sweet
As my loved one falls asleep

As she dreamt, I close my eyes
And slowly pull her closer still
I vowed to share my world with her
A dream, my own, to fulfill

To dance through life, with her beside
Moments shared, to last the years
With a little waltz and a gentle sway
And triple steps along the way

From the lowly valleys to the rolling hills
Through theme parks with their happy thrills
But in the end, it mattered not
So long as our love we keep

She trembled slightly now
And turned to face my smiling frame
Then her lips slowly part...
And whispered someone else's name

Suddenly, I realized
Her dreams are for another life
A different song I cannot sing
A dance whose music Im lost within

For, you see, this music that I've often heard
The dreams and dances in my head
She never knew these plans I've made
For these dream, with her, I never shared

Time is lost as my music ebbed
Still in my embrace now I weep
She softly smiles as she dreams
...I lost her as she sleeps

[truckerjean 0]

Bitter sweet.

can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

[jimmytavino 16]

something silly. which i found in a childs book of poems....


A Flea and a Fly in a Flue
Were imprisoned, so what could they do ?
Said the Fly, " Let's Flee"!
Said the Flea, " Let's Fly " !
So they Flew through a Flaw in the Flue.....



jmy

[kallend 2,105]

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There's holes in the sky
Where the rain gets in,
The holes are small
That's why rain is thin

I am a mystery fellow,
I'm Fred Fernackerpan,
I wear one sock that's yellow
The other dipped in jam.
I walk about the countryside
I walk about the town,
Sometimes with my trousers up
And sometimes with them down;
And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
And when they were only half way up
He was arrested.

...

The only sure way to survive a canopy collision is not to have one.

[shropshire 0]

I used to read a lot of Milligan, whilst on the train ... it's a joyous and rewarding yet oft embarassing past time.

Bless you Spike, wherever you are.

"Coooor" said the Crow
"Balls" said Milligan

(.)Y(.)
Chivalry is not dead; it only sleeps for want of work to do. - Jerome K Jerome

[Andrewwhyte 1]

WINTER

















Fuck me
It's cold.

[truckerjean 0]

Really beautiful.

I am thinking haiku...

Rich and yellow seed,
fall gently from my flower,
momma loved you once.

can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

[truckerjean 0]

I LOVED that! I feel so deprived of childhood educational experiences now! My Mom was neglectful (Wack!) Ok! just kidding, jeez!

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[Croc 0]

The Mothball Fleet

Abandoned by their makers
The ships’ anchor chains lie slack in the passionless inland waters.
Bows that once braved seas that rose like black mountains
Now bear the wake-slap of pleasure craft.
The guns, once deadly, are rusted to harmlessness
And aim without purpose at vacant sky.
Hopeless, the warships have outlived their lovers.

They sleep, and yet, they dream, ghosts that they are.
Under a bejeweled sky, the moon rises silvery in the East
And, like a mystical celestial lodestone, it pulls.
Steel and iron, long dormant, stir; desire quickens in the holds.
Chains grow taut; a thrill ricochets from deck to deck and
The metal moans in the pale light. A breeze arises and with it
Comes the lusty song of sailors, long dead.
Then, one by one, the anchors that bind the ships to land break free,
And, once more, the mothball fleet puts to sea.

"Here's a good specimen of my own wisdom. Something is so, except when it isn't so."

Charles Fort, commenting on the many contradictions of astronomy

[bluiev 0]

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The Mothball Fleet

I liked this one. The once proud, but now forgotten.

[bluiev 0]

Something quick...

A New Day

You make me smile, indeed, you do
Though our time together, still brief
Perhaps because we shared a path
And felt both joy and grief

Our travels come from different points
From pastures we thought were green
Driven off by rain of tears
It led us to this scene

With a look, we could empathize
With just a nod, we know
'Bout the gale wind in our hearts and lives
That rocks us to and fro

Yet standing here, with you in view
Our lips curve up to smile
Like the sun at dawn, amidst the dark
A new hope has begun.

[truckerjean 0]

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WINTER

Since there is a big, blank, space to fill...

Is it changing now to autumn?

Have you had to get the fuzzy socks on when you go to check the mail?

Is the grass wet with shiver-filled dew as you run your hand through to catch the last weed?

Is last winter's moldy coat curing by the fire you just had to light because your toes were like icicles?

Does the air smell fresher, and does the sky look bluer than you have ever seen?

Are you wishing for hot tea and hot kisses on your cheek?

Tell me. Is it changing now to autumn, or is it cold where you are?


















Fuck me
It's cold.

can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

[shah269 0]

The best scars are those that can be forgiven
The worst are those that just happen.
A passing breeze
an ember falling from the heavens of no consequence to any but for my tinder box in which it fell
And began to burn
Blame,
anger at no one but fate,
but the odds,
the invisible numbers over my head that imply possibility
1 in 37
1 in 649,740
And the fire burns slow
Smoldering for years only to erupt and consume all
And return into the smoke from which it came.

The odds were never on my side. And she has burned me well.

Life through good thoughts, good words, and good deeds is necessary to ensure happiness and to keep chaos at bay.

The only thing that falls from the sky is birdshit and fools!

[truckerjean 0]

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Something quick...

A New Day

You make me smile, indeed, you do
Though our time together, still brief
Perhaps because we shared a path
And felt both joy and grief

Our travels come from different points
From pastures we thought were green
Driven off by rain of tears
It led us to this scene

With a look, we could empathize
With just a nod, we know
'Bout the gale wind in our hearts and lives
That rocks us to and fro

Yet standing here, with you in view
Our lips curve up to smile
Like the sun at dawn, amidst the dark
A new hope has begun.

I love this even more on the second reading! Tho the last word puzzles me, it is seems clever for all its dissonance.

can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

[bluiev 0]

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I love this even more on the second reading! Tho the last word puzzles me, it is seems clever for all its dissonance.

First, thanks!
Second... confusing grammatically or something else?
I was going for journey here, where 'hope' ends at the end of one (through hardships or otherwise). A "new hope beginning" is a play on starting a new journey/path.

[bluiev 0]

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The best scars are those that can be forgiven
The worst are those that just happen.
A passing breeze
an ember falling from the heavens of no consequence to any but for my tinder box in which it fell
And began to burn
Blame,
anger at no one but fate,
but the odds,
the invisible numbers over my head that imply possibility
1 in 37
1 in 649,740
And the fire burns slow
Smoldering for years only to erupt and consume all
And return into the smoke from which it came.

The odds were never on my side. And she has burned me well.

This reminds me of a portion of a song:
"You think by now I've learned
Play with fire you get burned
But fire can be also warm
And that's why I return"

Sometimes we stick with it because it's worth it... sometimes it's because were just like moths :)

[kallend 2,105]

I am a sundial and I make a botch
Of what is done far better by a watch.

...

The only sure way to survive a canopy collision is not to have one.

[bluiev 0]

Moving Forward

Oh, the twisty turns and sudden drops
Mixed with tears and joyous laughs!
Embracing love,
Letting go
Describes the days not long ago...
With warm hello's
And sad goodbyes
Mere testaments of how time flies!
Good and bad - intertwined
Cherished moments in our minds

Oh, tempered spirits of aging souls
Within ourselves who yearns to grow.
Move forward and step again
Walk past the evening glen
And lift our heads high
Turn to fly
Through the gates of days gone by
And face the sun with beaming pride
For another New Year has arrived!