The psycho gorilla spit fire and curses,Built the volcano,Boiled the snow,He didn't like others because of the pain,He didn't like people, rain, or to remain,in one spot too long. So, when the eagle flew by, filled and calm,With the spirit of light,Wind,And Water--The red gorilla became scared and timid,Racked with the guilt, scarred and rigid,in …
Category: Poetry on Wednesday
The Rules of Three
The StormThe water rushesAnd the blade that cuts it diesFrom mutual death. The HurricaneThe new growls break earsBecause only one sound grewLike a flower high. The ColdFall, spring, summer, fallWithout the winter, nothingAs long as clocks turn
The Dark Blue Moose
As the white eagle peeked down,Following the sky,The light saw a beast,Through horizon time. The waves showed his legs,With power and length,The dark blue water,Washing red from green. To the moose, nothing mattered,Only food and breath,But to the eagle who watched,He saw only a friend. There wasn't a desire to meet,Or greet,Just the drive to …
The Green Swan
The swan sings in solitude, sails the sky in seclusion,Lisping winds and wails and whirls, blued and chewed,The green swan learns to bellow before the yellowAnd learn the stories that blows and twirls. The swan met an eagle, flush with light, no blight, no sightA knight, but a friend despite.The swan would fight, the swan …
The White Eagle
Lights flying through my eyesLike tiny stars in a tallGlassMake my body flyHigh up in the clouds, clouds, cloudsA height in my brainA rainbow in the skyNot moving any higher, high, high Feeling like a feather under the cloudsWatching the dots of stars and moundsSending a letter to the moonHigh up in the clouds, clouds, …
Timeless
Imagine a river bent towards the sky,Imagine a mountaintop dipping below the sun,Imagine a tree walking along the coast,Imagine a dream-- A dream where islands dot the blue,A dream where water breaks with dew,A dream that carries all the new,A dream bringing with it chosen few. Imagine a dream--Imagine a dream-- A dream that breaks …
I don’t know how to poem, but I know how to grow flowers.
Each time I try, the words stop and stutterTrying to figure out the rhyme in my cocoonI think of a scene, slather the thoughts with butterThe beauty and synthetic break of solitude. I think of math, count the wordsPushing through paper maturedExploration avant-gardeExploitation of the sword CalculateBring the wordsThree, seven, twelve at a time The …
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As I Rise Again
No strings attached,Entranced by the puppeteer, and Brought to the stage, from habitatTo kidnapped. No freedom while bleeding, no demon, or eagle,Eaten alive at the garden of Eden. Four monsters entered, beasts of the coliseum. They tried to break me down like a bullet in the sky,Forced me to attack, a madman, a battle cry. …
Say No More
To sprint across the street,To reach the end of a book--Each foot punching the blacktop--Understanding what it tookStars and tiny lashes, diving into puddles,Weaving through leather, finding fine fibers,Solving all the problems and all the riddles.A deep breath bundled with a rainbowLight a fire to quench the thirst thrown across the meadow--The flames brought clarity--a …
Mama’s Velvet Curtains
Mama's velvet curtains blew, moon dust dropped in my eyes, I cried, died, and tried Clinging to cranes, to drain gray words mined in jail. Janet, the mother, caramel sores Stole a hug from the four year old, Furry orange coats, her ice cream top. One cries sky, the other cries down, Lavender flowers and …
