Thoughts that sometime...rhyme

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Sunday, December 11, 2011

Life, road, lode?

Away from the known The road leads Strange places and names Eyes take in new scenes Not even the trees are the same. Winds have ripped this place apart Yet people endure A testament to the human heart. Further away from the known Life pared to the bone Refugees huddle in tents The power of nature... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, December 2, 2011

Broke on through

The other side of drunk The bottle has been tip’d A mind - a dark abyss Lips too loose Secrets do hiss. Reason has taken vacation Rhyme is out of step Eyes see What is not remembered Normal life lies Dismembered. At first it seem’d all fun Till senses were overrun Swill bursts past throat Enough to... Sign in to see full entry.

Winter stole nice

Sun slides up Engraving shadows On the hard frozen ground. Every tree and stalk A sundial forever entranced To sun point. Trees shiver in the wind Winter sun ain’t got no sol Leaves litter, summer’s sacrifice Gone for naught A cycle of nature Is what we’re taught. Eyes blink slamming Out the low... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

The Thanks We Are Giving

The door closed Cars left the driveway Waving as they Out of sighted. Now the house is again Quiet, empty. A little too quiet, a little too empty. Yet, the smiles and the laughter’s Echoes are caught in the rafters Memories that make a house A home. Now we know How it is to be Over the hill and... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Someone else's words, mostly

Eight miles high Kisses the sky Goog goog a choob Who are the eggmen They. It appears are the eggmen Would you rather live On a Yellow Submarine Or a Crystal Ship? The Space Cowboy knows The answer my friend Is a time and purpose For everything Blowing in the wind. The sunshine of your love Is a... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Tuba or not Tuba

When Rhyme time Doth climb Into the frame Of my brain Thoughts rain Splattered Tattered As if nothing else Mattered. A spiraling Thing Out of control? Or in Constantinople? Perhaps Istanbul? Who knows Doctor? Where’s my mentor Is it my renter I have to cut through the splinter Looking for a... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Play'n silly

The pie In the sky Fell in my eye. Eye blinked Brain thinked Nose blew Thoughts flew. You think it’s a joke? Its not. Whimsy is my neighbor She just went into labor Birthing an idea Putting it together at Ikea. Easy as cake It’s a piece of pie Just get those stains Off your tie. Twenty-four... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, November 11, 2011

The road goes both ways

On the road again Cars hiss by on the rain slicked roads, bleary eyed drivers on their way to work past the mountains with fog skirts pulled down to their ankles. Friday looks more like Monday as coffee makers gurgle their magic elixir eager to prop open reddened eyes that only wait for five-o-clock... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

I was-saw I

Water lying still under the colors of mirrors leafed in full bloom at the end. Spearheads hues thrust from the center where no ripples dare to tread it is a day to take a deep cool breath and clear the head. Glass, glass the fishing boat slides silently past in and out the lines fly and cast. No one... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Thoughts of...

Early morning Pale sun hangs high In a cold winter sky The frozen tear in my eye A memory of summer. Sign in to see full entry.

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