Beautiful loveless
Babes died today, murdered by
Mother’s guilty hand.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Remembrance
Man,
How joyful a reminiscence it is,
Of one's past wife.
Yet still, it can draw tears
And awaken deep sleeping strife.
How joyful a reminiscence it is,
Of one's past wife.
Yet still, it can draw tears
And awaken deep sleeping strife.
November Pearl
As I stood alone, against a bitter
November wind,
Eyes of mine, stared longingly after a train tearing away into the night,
Far from reach,
My coat flapped
Throwing my cold tears
Into the air,
As if I giving them to wind to take away,
My gray face mirrored the sky,
I wish my love to be home,
I remember when I saw her eyes gleaming with joy,
And her beautiful smile dance into view, her white smile,
She was my pearl.
Snow was gliding down, white snow,
It was beautifully white, so carefree,
Only to land and be stained by mud ridden ruts,
Was not this our lives?
I wished my love to be home,
And knew not her face,
Anymore.
November wind,
Eyes of mine, stared longingly after a train tearing away into the night,
Far from reach,
My coat flapped
Throwing my cold tears
Into the air,
As if I giving them to wind to take away,
My gray face mirrored the sky,
I wish my love to be home,
I remember when I saw her eyes gleaming with joy,
And her beautiful smile dance into view, her white smile,
She was my pearl.
Snow was gliding down, white snow,
It was beautifully white, so carefree,
Only to land and be stained by mud ridden ruts,
Was not this our lives?
I wished my love to be home,
And knew not her face,
Anymore.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Letters, Versus Emotion
He motioned with a curious finger,
I believe his index,
Towards a 7 letter set,
And questioningly glanced at us, seeking approval from our scrutinizing eyes
To start, and as the authoritative nod was given, it was as if
The beautiful beginning of man’s God given life again newly sprouted,
His mind, a green baby shoot flying into a blue sky, seeking freedom from words, and to only
Speak in emotion, but alas, for only were to his keeping 7 pitiful letters,
And yet, though this barrier, his
7 Black letters danced creatively away between his fingers,
Off to create wonders,
From simply, that 7 letter set.
I believe his index,
Towards a 7 letter set,
And questioningly glanced at us, seeking approval from our scrutinizing eyes
To start, and as the authoritative nod was given, it was as if
The beautiful beginning of man’s God given life again newly sprouted,
His mind, a green baby shoot flying into a blue sky, seeking freedom from words, and to only
Speak in emotion, but alas, for only were to his keeping 7 pitiful letters,
And yet, though this barrier, his
7 Black letters danced creatively away between his fingers,
Off to create wonders,
From simply, that 7 letter set.
Poppy Seed Astronauts
Pop off the lid and watch the show,
As poppy seed sprinkles playfully dance across my table,
Miniature astronauts all cheerily zipped up,
In bright white suits that make us wondrously mutter to one another,
We watch in awe as
They zoom carelessly towards
A carefree drop, all
Joyfully bouncing away from earth
Searching for freedom.
As poppy seed sprinkles playfully dance across my table,
Miniature astronauts all cheerily zipped up,
In bright white suits that make us wondrously mutter to one another,
We watch in awe as
They zoom carelessly towards
A carefree drop, all
Joyfully bouncing away from earth
Searching for freedom.
Autumn
The wind is tossing golden leaves,
Into a crisp blue sky,
And the grey old men who once stood tall, are humbled,
While the cold joyfully plucks their pride
One color at a time.
Into a crisp blue sky,
And the grey old men who once stood tall, are humbled,
While the cold joyfully plucks their pride
One color at a time.
Yellow
The pencil equals man's primary writing utensil,
All the letters and numbers
did he stencil,
With his trusty yellow pencil.
All the letters and numbers
did he stencil,
With his trusty yellow pencil.
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