Thoughts that sometime...rhyme

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Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Hanging moon

Moon hangs Pinched between cloud and tree tops Silvery light pale on the ground Ghostly as the wan shadows That don't want to be found. Full moon grins Binoculars belie a rough life Of everlasting evenings spent partying In the night sky. The world seems magical Romantic Take off your clothes and do... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Each day is a poem unto itself.

The eastern sky, indistinguishable from the horizon black as the heart of night, creaks as a sliver of silver punctuates the space between earth and heavens, signaling the approach of dawn. One by one the stars flicker and go out, spent candles who's time is o’er while the sky strains to go from... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Cows, pigs and turkeys, oh my!

The cattle Are in Seattle Listen to their prattle. Moo moo moo Who who who? We bbq spotted owls, do you? There is a palace of power Gods govern from an ivory tower If we complain we suffer their glower. I’m going to shower in the rain Nature to wash away my pain Or is it pee from a passing plane?... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Splat!

First one, then another They slam into the windows Dripping Sliding Down To drop off to the ground And form a puddle A pool A pond A creek A river An ocean It doesn’t take rain long to get organized. Big fat drops That have hung in the sky Starting around Hawaii maybe Waiting until this very instant... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 5, 2005

What did the wind say?

There were times in the future That seemed like times from the past A door opens The wind blows through Unseen yet felt keenly. There will be times in the past When we look ahead To where we are not now And wonder how could this be? What’s amazing is this will have amazed Us before when we weren’t... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 25, 2005

The picnic.

The young kids laughed, And screeched And played. The old men Sat in the shade And talked And talked Of the old days when they had it made About the old music So much better than this new crap About the old TV shows Nothing was real. The young splashed And played in the water Echoes of youth Foreign... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 24, 2005

Rhyming Orange.

The test of a poet, or so I’ve heard all though it seems strange, is to find a word that rhymes with orange. I’ll admit, on this occasion, I may have skewed just a bit, the pronunciation. Maybe I should look to the music called Grunge and take a page from their book to successfully rhyme Orange. So... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 18, 2005

The orange angle of sunset

The sun Tired from riding high in the sky Arcs toward the mountains in the west. The once sullen gray clouds Begin to take on new life, their fluffy edges burn a golden hue, the insides turn crimson, blushing at their own beauty. All the while The mountains and trees Rip the blazing sun sending... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Space Plowboy

I lie down in my bed And draw the covers over my head Covering my face Denying I am on a planet spinning through space. Darker than the world under my covers The night sky between the stars, Jupiter and Mars Is suitable for lovers. Our world wheels and turns Our sun, silently burns Black holes... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 3, 2005

More than money

I would love to win the lottery And drink till I got tottery. Fast cars and sleek boats I’d hire a band to follow me around And fill the air with sweet notes. Willing women to slake my sexual needs All the while smoking exotic weeds. But more than that I want things no amount of money buys Perfect... Sign in to see full entry.

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