There's a green twig in my soup!
With six crimson leaves to boot.
So I stirred and I stirred, to no avail,
whilst poets would send me mail.
I swear that I have no recipe,
For the oddest reason gets the best of me.
So I blew and I blew until it was cool,
For folly is the way to make happy this fool.
As history is no friend of mine,
All my soup needed was a touch of lime.
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 2:21 AM UTC
As the eagle replenished his soul in the lake of love,
observing his own image he also saw the image of a salmon
which began to dive deeper, so the eagle took chase.
As the salmon was too quick and agile for him,
he still persisted pursuing the salmon.
Until finally the eagle had swum far too deep to make it back
to the surface for air.
Having realised this, the salmon then faced the eagle and gave him the kiss of life.
The eagle returned safely to the surface exhausted and had to float for quite some time to regain his breath.
Just then the salmon approached the eagle and flopped on his back.
So he flew low to the water until the salmon returned to its homeland, the lake.
To this day the eagle often returns to this lake in hope of seeing his special friend.
After years of doing so, the eagle realised that it's not the salmon that saved him, but the renewal of the lake of love itself.
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 6:09 AM UTC
I hear
The footprints near
And feel their beating heart
Not knowing their distant remarks
Now past
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 8:48 PM UTC
As the trees' shiver with delight
at the fresh autumn breeze,
The cycle of life has met his match with her.
Her cloak now adorned with all
the fallen acorns,
while gently the sun abates
for less to see.
Its sensual warmth no longer felt
by lovers in fields.
Unaware of the web of love,
I allowed my heart to falter.
Now struggling in a world so cold,
I fall.
I fall grasping for breath that
perhaps may fill me with
the joy I once knew.
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 3:29 AM UTC
It was the way we were back in the day;
Uncertain times unknown how things would go.
Like a flash, so quickly our youth would pay,
One would lead and the others would follow.
Oh, sweet youth, how I miss thee and thy sprite,
Always you showed me the path was my own.
Never in fear of landing whilst in flight,
Continued soaring where no one had flown.
In these days now I look back with contempt,
I've not aged with grace but instead, I've faced,
The facts of life which I will now attempt
To make more sense in my age than to waste.
'Tis not the path we're on or how it's known,
It's making it yours whilst it's overgrown.
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 12:00 AM UTC
As I watched her dance in the firelight,
hypnotised by her every move that night.
The intensity of the flames seemed to
illuminate her expressions from her lips
to her hips.
Filled with consternation as she approached
and acknowledged my gaze,
but fixed was my eyes on her beauty.
Something about the night's background
infused with flames in my peripheral vision
that she seemed to float on air.
Either way, I was no longer in the
physical realm.
Now, my anxiety had turned to utter calmness,
it was as though our spirits had met before!
Frozen in the moment, I watched,
I saw before me a kindred soul.
All that existed was this new-founded
connection.
Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC
If only for a moment our love bloomed,
If only for a spell we would consume.
My heart torn open I bear a deep wound,
To be thy Sun and you to be my Moon.
Alas, my dear, we were not meant to be,
For there is no future for us at all.
But, don't read into my words completely,
Because I still answer to nature's call.
Does a flower turn its petals away
In the day when the Sun is out to shine?
For what is the reason that children play?
The reason that the poet writes his line?
We know deep inside, we all must take part,
And whatever that may be, do with heart!
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 10:47 PM UTC
Sound
Once more
Thy Trumpets
Sweet melody
To my ears this night
Carry my soul upwards
To the ethereal sphere
Where I shall reside for a time
As a traveller of the cosmos
In harmony with The All and divine
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 7:59 PM UTC
Passions burn in the depth of night,
Lovers yearning to be entwined,
Against the wind these birds own flight,
A trail hidden it's hard to find.
Emotions soar high out of sight,
As love explodes in hearts so warm,
They hold each other close and tight,
Embraced they lay in loving form.
This is how love can be for most,
Ever daunting to say the least,
But when it's found it's grandiose,
So succulent the lovers' feast.
In their arms lie and be adored,
And feel the fires as they once roared.
(Eight syllables per line)
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 8:30 PM UTC
Fragrant like the rose in bloom,
Reluctant is the wild stallion.
Amongst the flowers in the spring,
Gleefully skipping like a child.
Illustrious thou art that fragile heart.
Liken the swan compared to geese,
Elegant, graceful, splendid and kind.
Hearing your heartbeat soft in rhyme,
Eagerly it races on lover's approach.
Artfully elusive, beyond response.
Reddish hue, your face blushes too,
Timid I see, your heart pumps free.
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC