Corset

Oct 2016

phil roberts

I do not speak in sombre tones
Not for me the gentle echo
Hushing through hallowed halls
I shall growl my way to the grave
Be ****** to the insignificant
And to hell with the indifferent
There are no rules or rulers
There are only fools and foolers

I need no-one else's straight lines
I have imagination enough to swerve
And spite enough to spin
Snapping snarling and seditious
Spitting venomous and vicious
Flamed by the world's injustice
And humanity's indifference
Not until I am dead burned and scattered
Shall I rest assured

By Phil Roberts

Corset Oct 2016

Bud..a..pest

Budapest
A Poem by Corset

Eucalyptus

Push me in,

be as tall.

No one out there
is going to sing
pro bono.

Slow down
and
look at where
it's at.

One is fast
and more dangerous

ask her...

Turns out a mixed nut in the right cup.

Clean out the closet,
polish all those pretty bones
bleach them white
as a faded memory
unlike
Budapest,
who gnaws
the edges,

but never lay down
your pen.

Oct 2016

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

Stand The Test Of Time

With every blink of my eyes,
with every beat of my heart,
with every breath that I take
it is reaffirmed to me
that we shall never be apart.

With every step that we take,
with every mountain that we climb,
with every move that we make
we are blessed to stand the test of time.

By Lady R.F (C) 2016

Oct 2016

ryn

Painter

The crescent moon be my perch.
        A bough from which I extend my arm.
Careful fingers grasp my brush...
And with it I shall fill the void
with the universe.

               The crescent moon be my hammock.
Upon which I lean fully into,
to seek restful recluse.
Should my body start to buckle...
        From the heavy hopes of wistful eyes.

   The crescent moon be my anchor.
From which I draw
my inspiration and strength.
                   She would cradle and sway me gentle...
      When wilting hearts spill unto me
the callous wiles of the world.

The crescent moon be my well.
A fount through which my palette
remains full with an
abundant array of silvery white.

Just so...
I could conjure for others,
       what their hearts so desire.

Just so...
I could grant them
             needed solace and tranquillity.

Just so...
                          I could infinitely paint for them
the stars...

#painter #hellopoetry107

Oct 2016

ryn

The Second

Catapulted...
Over the moon.
Counted stars
as I hurtled through time and space.

I had tasted the sweetness.
The spellbinding grasp of weightlessness
as I crested upon the peak of my ascent.
Felt free and overwhelmed that moment
where the universe and I collided...
And birthed the second.

I only had that second.

The second that spanned an eternity.
The second filled with abundant promise.
The second that unclenched my fist,
melted my heart,
and liberated my mind.

But gravity takes control
and that second dissolves as
quickly as it came.
Reality beckons almost gentle...
Like swaying palms in the night sea breeze.
Assuring me that I'll be back in my rightful place.

In this time...
And this space...

#hellopoetry107 #secondthatwasworthaneternity

Oct 2016

ryn

Nightfall

Weak is the light
dancing upon the thread...
That makes the horizon.

Lacklustre is the moon
that rose up proud...
But failed to inflate whole.

Dim are the stars.
Twinkling feeble
that seem further than far.

Dark is this night
soundless and still...
And black as coal.

#night #hellopoetry107