Metaphoric III (haiku)

From the day before

Another Friday
brings sunshine to the weekend
despite metaphor

From yesterday

Saturday follows
and sunshine is in my heart
despite metaphor

For today

And so to Sunday
Sunshine's actually here
despite metaphor

Metaphoric II (haiku)

From yesterday

Another Friday
brings sunshine to the weekend
despite metaphor

For today

Saturday follows
and sunshine is in my heart
despite metaphor

Metaphoric? (haiku)

Another Friday
brings sunshine to the weekend
despite metaphor

Sunset coming

There's a sunset coming though a ways off yet
I can see the glow to the West
as the evening time approaches now
a bid at my behest

It's yellow, pink and pastel
and full of warming glow
foretelling of a different time
that all too soon I'll know

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What She Loved…

~ What She Loved

Was the purity in the lily

Graceful petals

Reaching heaven bound

As porcelain arms in praise

And the twisting winding roses

Traveling the trellis

Scaling the distance

Between roo

t and also heaven bound

Permeating her world,

Her waters seeping sensual oils

Then the wildness of the tiger lily

Growing wild and free

Surviving without tending

The tender touch

of the gardeners hands

Not required,

still exotic the pulsating petals

And the bleeding hearts

Delicate, dainty

drops of colors fused

And the reality represented in the name;

All hearts bleed,

broken by love lacking

Neglected,

fragile petals drop as tears falling

What she loved was beauty

Beauty, in all forms, fashions

And on bended knee

She, the gardener

Singing her songs of praise

In her own garden of delights

.O’Prunty ©6/28/15***Mother loved symbolism.

Wood matters

Smoke arises from the chimney stack
in billows
from an untended burn.

Acetaldehyde Dehydrogenase Deficiency

Corralled in the narrow alley
An incalculable mass of humanity
Drunkenly bumbles and stumbles along,
Skipping in hiccuping rhythm,
Belting (and belching) drinking songs,
With the flow of the fleshy river.

Tsuyu: The Rainy Season

As the conductor takes the stage,
The gentle drone of the audience
Turns to apprehensive, expectant silence
Awaiting the impending down stroke.

But before the ictus,
His rushing lift of the baton
Sends forth a gust of wind,
Chilling the air,
While raising the heat of anxiety.

Ascend

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.

“These marble stairs

Have through time stared

They’ve felt the footsteps

of dear and departed

They’ve felt the footsteps

of young and just bornes

My Old Book of Poetry & Prose.

Please, feel free to help an aspiring artist, writer, poet, and musician achieve his lifelong destiny for success. Thanks in advance. Kyle T. Dibert’s Book of Poetry

~ Prose (Part I)

~ Prose (Part I)
Winter is nipping at Autumns multicolored train, trimmed in gold she rivals the Sun.

This morning she woke with Winters first breath clinging to flora, fauna, her terra firma

Abode, chilled. She longs to continue her flamboyant promenade throughout the countryside, knowing in her wake beauty blooms and eyes behold the brush of Gods hand.
O’Prunty
10/17/17

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Poison Ivy

Beautiful is the pain

I go through everyday

Turning me into a beautiful butterfly

From the cocoon I’ve been.

~ As Dawn Broke

~  As Dawn Broke

Clouds merged

Fog lay dense, heavy

Ghostly images of tree lines

Scattered amongst the gray;

Invincible

When I was young, you were invincible.
You were like Superman, but better
Because I had never seen evidence
Of a Kryptonite that might harm you.

You seemed to effortlessly
hold back the dangerous flood,
And fearlessly protected me
From ever encroaching reality.

~ Dawn Dawning

~ Dawn Dawning
Toes filter frothy foam

Low tide relaxes

As if a pulled back sheet,

~ Haiku

~ Haiku
Humbled fir bowing

Winter whips with a vengeance

I Am Everything

I am the rising sun of joy,
the swirling winds of trouble
and the subtle breeze you enjoy

I am the valleys of pain,
the mountains of hope
and the gentle falling of rain

I am the sky full of stars,
the stream of ashes and dust
and the high cliffs decorated in scars

Bob Marley seagull

It was raining in Brighton
and, strolling back to the car
parked there in Ann Street
from the centre, not far
We paused to admire
on the wall, ‘cross the way
some graffiti scrawled quickly
but with something to say

~ Haiku

~ Haiku

Abundant berries

Sweets readily consumed

Congregating birds
O’Prunty

7/17

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~ My Sweet

~ My Sweet

Shall I pick thee berries
one
by
one
Warm ‘neath this
Sultry sun,

~ Haiku Cyclet

~ Haiku Cyclet

I

 

Stretching, Dawn yawned

Light plays upon horizons

Sirens seeking sailors

II

~ Haiku

A stroll thru the park

Dusk, dew rouses sleepy plants

Natures boquet blooms.

 

O’Prunty

7/1/17

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~ Thoughts Glide

Poetic thoughts glide across my tongue as dainty feet, waltzing a marble floor,

Wrapped in word, my mind soars beyond the either and I surpass self

I am neither here or there, but, suspended between realms; weightless

~ To Loss

Loss perched

Perched upon my days
As I walked through life…

Life in a daze

Enduring what could not

Be changed.
O’Prunty

6/25/17

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~ Haiku

Mothers floppy hats
Laced gloves line little fingers

~ Haiku

~ Haiku
Uprooted Oak tree

Broken branches lie, decay

Roots lost to the winds
O’Prunty
6/10/17
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Tonight

 

Tonight,
let gravity
bring me down

Tonight,
leave my soul
to drown

~ Greed

~ Greed
When Greed the heart does consume

Logic finds no room

Distorted – nay, falsehoods – proclaimed

From forked tongues without restrain