Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

Suck And Spurt

December 3, 2014

I’m a sponge

see me expand as I soak up

your disparaging words

I’m a whirling fan

and fling them back at you

like blood sprays

from a well aimed gunshot

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Fragments of Dreamworld

November 20, 2014

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A Cubic Poem

September 1, 2014

Fresh
Quirky
Key of G
Whiz bang
Turkey
Pi equals
Our square
Dance

To your daddy
Oh what a wicked
Spelling be
Kind to your
Forefathers
For they
Were jolly
Good feathers

I Died Last Night

June 5, 2014

I closed my eyes and died last night
while whispering my prayers
and slipped into the painless void
the dark of nothing there
but then I heard a singing bird
and the odd croak of a crow
“Shut up!  Shut up!”
he was certainly annoyed
I wondered why so?
my eyes then opened in surprise
amazed to be again alive
another day to live and learn
to shine the light that burns within
one more day to breathe and be
before I die again

Online Poetry

April 10, 2014

vowels dance
in bright succession
on lines drawn
in cyber space
delightful chirps of birds
ancient dinosaurs who soar and sing
and to our desk bound bodies
silent wonder bring
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Under Wraps

April 3, 2014

Under Wraps

 

She wrapped up the day with ribbon and twine

and tied it up with flair

Poured herself a glass of wine

and then she undid her hair

Turned up the music she liked the best

and released the clasp of her bra

Chopped fine the veggies for a Chinese fest

and organized a slaw

Her mate arrived with flowers and kisses

at twenty minutes to seven

and after dinner he washed the dishes

while she turned on channel eleven

The news was boring so they went to bed

and the rest was behind the door

It’s up to you and what’s in your head

as for the bedtime story or snore

champagne

A Stitch In Time

February 5, 2014

The days of running up the stairs are gone
A stately climb enough to reach the top
My sewing room is on the second floor
Pink curtains frame the view of poplar trees
I sort through all the drawers to find the thread
I know I had a scarlet spool somewhere
Bright memories of Baba bubble up
She showed us how to stitch a simple seam
To cut and make the outfits for our dolls
Or was it Ma who first gave us the chance?
My mind is ragged now with fraying threads
No matter – whether grandma or her mom
They both had lost their minds before they passed
I have to mend that skirt before the dance
And hem the matching scarf that Ben will wear
I hope he won’t step on my toes again
Ah, here it is behind the bobbin case
As well as Baba’s scissors now antique
Her southern drawl lilts fondly in my head
“Let’s set a spell and talk before you go”
I start to sew now settled in her chair
Bright light and glasses ease the ancient task
Now lick the thread before it pokes the eye
And try again, this time it slides on through
I sigh a lot these days while doing chores
Both tears and laughter stitch a crazy quilt
My brain’s a bit threadbare from wear and tear
It comforts me to wander ’round the pastImage

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