The stream (all workshops)
away
away
the traffic rumbles past
on the snow muffle street
I came here wanting
you to be here
alive and loud
leaning
bending demanding me
to drive your tea kettle
the switchs you havent
learnt
three blocks south and two
left
the house is hollow
and where are you
living it up somewhere
no smiles for me
what adventure you
are up against
and Im on my own
facing snow crsytals
and rain drops
HAPPY BIRTHDAY STAN: THE SCRIBBLE MASTER
No, not at all old
The legs still hold
The weight
Of the mighty poet
A Lord amongst equals
Poetry is a gift divine
Many compose
But minuscules shine,
Let this birthday of thine
Give you the entire love fine.
As you step up the ladder
More the world will be gladder.
Such a poet,
Once walked this way,
Shakingspeare,
Did also say
Twill be a rosy day,
When a Nobel comes
Thy way
Shakingspeare....ALIAS ...LOVED
Vivid red cocks comb
regal baring feathers preen
Cardinals home in snow.
All thunder and heavy rain
mere minutes in the past
sun now shining,'twas in vain
fierce storms seldom last
Crimson puddles in a gash,
in my mouth, no words, only ash.
Small explosions behind my eye,
growing in size, within every lie
.
Scratching at my arms and legs,
with each new wound, silence begs.
I won’t listen, won’t pay attention,
daydreaming, my internal confession
.
Clouding skies outside I don’t see,
locked away inside, I hold no key.
My sickness, my disease, my depression,
only grows deeper upon further reflection.
AHHHHHHHHh
This is my voice
Hear me now
Silent no more,
Hear now what i have to say
More than words
More than actions
More than memories
I am so much more
Listen now
This is my voice
My soul
MY CHOICE
Hear me out i stand before you
a soul a being a voice
but so much more
Power in words tension silence
the need for more
to break through the silence
This is my voice
Hear my for my voice
Screams love
SCreams to be loved
Burning longing, yearning
Reaching out for that which my heart pines for
Seeking out, searching
to find what my mind craves
A place for my heart to return to
Standing in a void alone
arms stretching out
reaching for a place to call my own
a soul for my very own
a place my heart can return too
where is this soul im searching for
A place suspended in time
a soul a heart i truly call mine
Reaching out open arms calling out
for a heart to reach out to me
pull me in embrace me
Rights are mere excuses
When used for harming others,
never hurting anyone
eases the pain of all.
Relationships are not destroyed
when sacrificing rights,
for real and willing sacrifice
brings family success.
Silence in the face of threat
is civilized forebearance,
pursuing things important
in hearts of one and all
is no tyranny but service.
Dug this out of old site (stored on paper) And decided to post my 1st Haiku here again
They say a poet at least should try
every form beneath the sky
not doing so retards his growth
like breaking some poetic oath
So Japanese I guess I'll try
"looked it up" so that I
won't come out a total fool
this form is just another tool
fleeting
like a moan
like a moon
on seaweed
homes
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