Epistolary and Prose - Hello Poetry

Oct 2016

September

When you get off work
—remember to brush
the quiet ghosts off your shoulder

Oct 2016

hellopoet

our countdown now begins
hear its relentless ticking
a stuffed rabbit hurtles
it heckles at mocking tocks
'round a beaten racing track

come, let's rise and stop
'second hand from orbit
circumnavigated trips on
Picasso's addled clock, let
no moss inhabit our rock

Oct 2016

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

Sweet Music ....

A tale of woe for a jealous guitar
Desperate to mimic the angels song , the chorus of a seagull throng , the shrill of a captain Jay , the Cardinal in the first week of May , the bass notes of a bullfrog while his cohorts perfectly hum along
Compulsive Chickadees in the scuppernong bush
The buzz of blue darters in the blackberry lush
Tickle of wind bells prior to summer showers
The hammer of rain at a hundred miles per hour* ....

Oct 2016

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

Untitled

Night concertos under the starlight hush , across the squash colored valley of moonlit Indian paintbrush
Of twilight ceilings that bear a million freshly painted , Milky Way wishes
Songs of the piedmont tinder- brush , delivered by mercurial , curious midnight Thrush

Oct 2016

Jackie Wilson

WIND CONCERT

poplar leaves
spin wind
into the music
of the woods.

Oct 2016

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

The Tradesman ....

The quotient of blue in marriage with shimmering green , jasper plow land surrounded in eastern pine motifs and whitewashed barrier
The morning clang of 'smith , cooper and farrier
Days of black pig iron , cured oak and strap leather
Messages that forever ride the backcountry Autumn zephyrs

Oct 2016

Ignatius Hosiana

My Everything

Maybe someday the hard I try
and the tears I cry
will be for someone else…
Maybe someday
the miles I walk
and the journeys I make
will be for someone else
Maybe someday
the dawns I watch
the splendid view of the ocean
the clear nights filled with stars
will be with someone else
can’t be sure,
even the kisses
the wounds and scars
inflicted by someone else…
Maybe someday I'll be
enduring cold nights,
making up after fights
and enjoying felicitous dances
in twinkling disco lights
with someone else...
Maybe someday
the one I call my Mrs.
will be someone else.
You never know,
they say life's what happens
contrary to our plans
but until life happens,
you are my everything…

#love #romance

Oct 2016

Elizabeth Squires

The Inner Child (Monotetra)

the inner child has ambitions
to portray those many renditions*
these dreams are as propositions
lifelong missions, lifelong missions

reaching beyond the realms of space
discovering new grounds to trace
all found in a romancer's place
adult this race, adult this race

youthful reverie taking flight
seizing the huge visions of night
an objective that brings such light
*brilliant insight, brilliant insight

Oct 2016

Elizabeth Squires

Shop's Deed (Rosarian Sonnet)

who's the current holder of the shop's deed*
when did he obtain an ownership creed
we have pondered on this very matter
but no answer has yet come to the fore
that will satisfy our questioning score
we've long thought his plate shingle hung on the gate
with letters saying this is York's estate
though there's little of proprietary clatter
been audible at the place for some while
this has so troubled our concerned bile
on him displaying the paper's freehold
we'll have ken of his legal possession
this will be a rock solid expression
*which is penned in ink ever so bold

#satire #shop #ownership #deed #shingle