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annh May 4
Better to stand on my own two clay feet,
than bolster someone else’s crumbling tarsals and fallen arches.

‘I didn’t want to deserve better as long as I had you.’
- Lidia Longorio, Hey Humanity
The Toast
by Michael R. Burch

For longings warmed by tepid suns
(brief lusts that animated clay),

for passions wilted at the bud
and skies grown desolate and grey,

for stars that fell from tinseled heights
and mountains bleak and scarred and lone,

for seas reflecting distant suns
and weeds that thrive where seeds were sown,

for waltzes ending in a hush
and rhymes that fade as pages close,

for flames’ exhausted, graying ash,
and petals falling from the rose,

I raise my cup before I drink
in reverence to a love long dead

and silently propose a toast—
to passages, to time that fled.

Originally published by Contemporary Rhyme. Keywords/Tags: toast, death, time, passages, dreams, clay, flesh, ash, sun, sunset, age, grave, end
what am I?
if nothing but ash and clay
mixed together until you recognize this face
is it the face of my Lord, like he said?
or is my soul too lost
for you to find him within me anymore?
This is a quest for chicks of any age,
How to meet a decent bloke on life's stage,
Wouldn't have a clue, how to build a rapport,
With someone sincere, who is not a dorb,
We're all humans with feet of clay,
Guess  I won't meet one this way!
Feedback welcome.
Tollan Dec 2019
A handle is hard to describe
But in this thought I'll try

I am, with or without you
You do not have final say
My spine is strong and head still firm
Alas, I am just clay
My shoes without lace, and yet
A handle is not needed,
To keep me in place.

My function to do, is done without you
A servant of service I stay
I do not jest but I cannot fray
I just dont need your
Disfigured clay.

With you i am heavy but freeier than before.
You make my job easier, the job that is to pour

I can live without you babe,
Just wish that you had stayed
My life will go on
Your handle will be replaced.
Mark Toney Dec 2019
Hong Kong China crunch
clash of ideologies—
iron mixed with clay
12/4/2019 - Poetry form: Senryu - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019
Helena B Nov 2019
You took me to your ceramics class.
I watched as your hands went to work on that slab.
I imagined what else your hands could do...
my face turned red.
So I tried to imagine how your hands could wrap around my neck
that just made my eyes roll back into my head.
Mark Toney Oct 2019
wheel thrown pottery
coils of clay willingly yield-
master potter's touch
12/4/2018 - Poetry form:  Haiku - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Carmen Jane Sep 2019
On a night like this,
When the clouds are gray
And the  rain, my windows hits
And  turns the grounds to clay
I think about the sunshine
That is always in your eyes
Your smile, that's so alive
Your love that never dies.

How beautiful, angel sent from above
How bountiful is your giving love
Your gaze upon me, lights up my soul
Everyone can see how I lose control

How beautiful angel sent from above
Illusional is your taking love
Your gaze upon me, lights up my soul
Everyone can see, my heart turned to coal...
Julie Grenness Sep 2019
Here is what I need to say,
We're all human with feet of clay,
So, do lay off us chicks today,
Go look in a mirror some day,
To older men with your spare tyres,
Yes! Your gynaecologist has retired!
Feet of clay ,bit of fun, feedback welcome.
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