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Gothic Humor

Long the nighttime when waiting calls
Silence, deafening, falls.
Ears attuned, hearing sounds, hearing not
What is this silent plot?

The clock of time, non existent
night cold,...

Christmas Foragers

Painted green the offerings stood
as foragers descended to attack.
A Rockwell scene, unfolding here
while the tree man smiled.

The lead scout with longish hair
searched...

A remake of Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds or a long dream? lol Hitchhiking through the Universe does take some moxie, if not imagination!

While the Dogs kept playing

I woke…
in the middle of a dog park,
face first in sand soil, wet
What the heck…
How did I get down here?
Confusion, dogs barking,
then voices, echoes, voices...

Blues, Monday, Dream

Sunday, standing, on a roof
wiring a sign to light the night
just another beacon begging,
modern day fishing…
but where’s the prey?
Another weekend worked,
Monday of...

A simple parable

Gaia’s Wrath

‘I am Water, flowing free, flowing
Come ride, come ride my water ride
I am Zephyr, blowing free, blowing
Come ride, come ride my zephyr breeze’

Into the...

(an etheree)

Your Shadow

Your
shadow
floats behind.
Not caring moods
or rhetoric voiced.
Simply pantomiming you.

The March of the Wheelchairs

In Dakota land lunch is dinner
and dinner supper while lunch is lunch,
as traditions from farmlands go.

Now breakfast is at 6, lunch at 9
dinner at noon, lunch...

Ka·tha·rev·u·sa (käthä-rv-sä)
n.
The puristic, archaizing form of Modern Greek, having morphological and lexical features borrowed from Koine.
...

While I strive for Kipling, I am often sharing time with E.E.! Interesting having these two side by side.

You going to practice some voodoo to scare Gustav or to get a magic broom to fly away at the last minute? I liked your new metered beat...Mongolianeter! lol

Gee....how about PoetofMars? A great site.

Dust Trail

A bit of dust to show the way
that is all I ask of you.
Teach me now that I may know
and gladly I will go.

I care not that path is long,
or worn or even dangerous,
as long as...

Contemplation of the day or of the life or of the soul? And your next move? Nicely penned.

Welcome back. Your poem speaks. RIP oh mewer of the Bells. Very nice.

Dreammanna

The fallacy of one man’s dreams
ought not to be touched
by you or me or any.
That dream is the food,
pure and succulent…
to feed its hungry soul.
Reality calls soon enough
but...

Living in Denver for four years, Magpies hold many memories. If you squawk like them, you will be heard but at what price? Walk proud and let the squawking announce you not be you!

Addiction

Trodding away these 15 timers
envious the floods, the adoration
bestowed upon newbies born.
Yelling, screaming, pleading, they go

Reverence, desired… never enough
diets deprived...

Yes, unfortunately many. Sad are they who die from within. Well said.

Please don't jump to any conclusions to quickly here!

Timidity and Temerity

Timidity and Temerity met one day
in forest glen beneath sky reach falls.
In this pleasant setting an epic began...

A tattoo only in the sense of a person's name. This is about written and printed words that once released cannot be rescinded. Well penned.

Not bad at all. It seems to flow well as I read.

Somewhat verbose, don't you think? lol This I like, especially after witnessing the night skies around Phoenix a lot during by business traveling days. The hope of rain, signaled by the distant...

Have you been nipping? freshens he lemonade?

Ballsy Masquerade?

Life, time lapsed,
shadows washed away.
Sunrise calls.
Night giving quarter
call out bells,
end the blanket’s hold.
Greet the morn!