I’m a man of very few words
I’m a man of very few words
Shards of Obscurity
Empty Depths of Prose
Collection of Memory
Like Obsidian Rose
I am desert
Young still, the song of rain and
grass still coursing deep
in shrinking veins, underground.
The thunder of hooves, buffalo
and killers in pursuit,
carried over warming pelt.
That I take umbrage
would be insufficient a description
of behavior that fuels fires
burning beneath my cauldron
red-hot with rage Continue reading
I am afraid of
of silence, the absence
all empty hearts.
I’ve reached the end of A to zed
with something every day
A poem for the alphabet
in my own special way
I’ve exercised a license
as we poets often do
But I’d like to think the end result
has been encouraging for you Continue reading
Poetry challenge: tongue twister poem.
My nose aglow knows if in the rose below it goes and froze and goes and blows flowing, blowing, growing shows my glowing nose not to “goes” in the rose!
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Have you forgotten your dreams? Were your dreams the desire of your heart? Were God’s plans in tune with the desires of your heart? When God’s plans and your desires are one then prepare yourself to be all you need to be in order to receive those desires. When You least expect it, He’ll drop them in your lap! God’s plan always involve being close to Him. Are you ready to receive your dream?
When God makes a promise to your trusting heart Continue reading
Poetry challenge: Tongue Twister poem.
Keeping with the “M” alliteration theme:
manly monks mollified
mildy miffed mean
maniacal mongrel monkeys Continue reading
Love In Action
My life changed forever
Became so much better
When I learned kindness and passion
A Tongue Twister poem is made up of lines/verses that are hard to say when read aloud by using similar consonant sounds in succession (use of alliteration). In other words, the poem ties your tongue into knots. This form does not require end or internal rhyme. It can be any length you want.
Flick of the Eye
Spread between sea and glue: blades a running
Through soft white meadows burnt in chilled winds sorrow.
Tomorrow a word, maybe remembered, for gritted teeth are crumbling.
Slice of a moon, sight for staggering lies. Continue reading
I heard her voice
In the dark
Half heartedly made,
Left dangling on
The cold and wet
Leaving naught but
Subtle Dialog spinning in my Mind
Capture the Essence
Ethereal in Kind
This is the lamplight: men in shredded jeans.
Men with holes in them, and the cool air.
Disciples of midnight blue
Take to the streets, and give motion
To the stillness, rolling shopping carts and hot
Ravings and slamming cars doors,
Full of bluster. Continue reading
What can I tell you of yellow
that’s not already been said?
Something of the pleasure it brings me
over orange or purple or red Continue reading
I am immobilized
Forced to witness a crime
Tried to open my mouth
But words doesn’t seem to come out
Shattered dreams, broken hopes
I doubt if I could ever cope
My heart, soaked with blood
Holding the tiniest sanity I have
Abandoned by the side of the congested street
It was well used, faded red streamers ensnared in rusted handlebars
whipping in the wind as if trying to capture freedom Continue reading
The Spirals of shadowy night
Entwine and Imbue
With Solicitous, Duplicitous
Intoxications of Hue
I am leaving
by choice, opposing
forces that would keep me
like a moth fluttering
at the lights of San Francisco. Continue reading
of counting waves
and cormorant dives,
and falling drops of rain.
Record the geese
in signs of peace.
from feather whistled skies
Today the springtime yellow
is blossoming with youth
But winter’s icy fingers
Linger on and hide the truth Continue reading
What isn’t here,
Oh My Sweet, In Sadness do I lay down,
Breathing One Prodigious Sigh
Upon the Bosom of the Darkling Night;
I just can’t help but stare
Such beauty beyond compare
I am in awe of you
Be mine, anything I would do