Lay dream to the heat of a swans pose
a tickled scent to the babies toes
press taste to the breath of a red white fire
a wilt to the wonder on a willows shire
Chase hunger lame to the lions eye
fleshed to the essence of an eagles fly
spit soul to the buzz on heave of hive
a bottlenose swim to an oceans dive
an invisible name for nothing
and expect not to go hungry first
you be well and all be's well
u be food to lack
and you be eaten to death alive
as you don't wish anything bad
happen your mind
be best you shine not s**t on it
as you don't press against the souls fire
and let the sun have its way with you
If man creates a monster.
Who is then truly the monster?
Or the created.
Pi with love won’t die
it’s irrational but rational
between the infinite Creator
and finite creation.
A creation is dead zero
somewhere being irrational
with the eternally Irrational
That can’t be thought,
or felt let alone be seen
is beyond the imagination!
But Qun Be the very creating Voice
at the beginning that
was allowed to be heard!
Giving the rational reason
the creation revives on a tangent.
Turns on to a perfect circle counting on
both worlds perfectly closed!
Follows the Voice in the nothingness abyss
pleasantly resonant throughout
the deepest and darkest hours showing light.
Suddenly the creation becomes so relevant
finds love that was in creating the creation.
It starts to discover its own
seductive narrative arc:
The vital three acts
the beginning, the middle and the end!
But finds no true end
therefore no middle in the middle
no, begin in the beginning.
The creation in the creation
floating in the void nothingness
starts to see the Irrational for good!
****** Most Fowl!
by Michael R. Burch
“****** most foul!”
cried the mouse to the owl.
“Friend, I’m no sinner;
you’re merely my dinner!”
the wise owl replied
as the tasty snack died.
Published by Lighten Up Online and Potcake Chapbooks
NOTE: In an attempt to demonstrate that not all couplets are heroic, I have created a series of poems called “Less Heroic Couplets.” I believe even poets should abide by truth-in-advertising laws! This poem also questions who the "original sinner" was. How was it not the Creator, if such a being exists, since owls are forced by nature to ****** innocent mice and other prey animals? Is it possible that the Creator is not so heroic either? Keywords/Tags: Death, Nature, Rhyme, Pain, Creator, Predator, Prey, Mouse, Owl
the body knows
that the mind has told it
command its emotion gently
thru instinct and intuition
and it will move beyond that its learnt
Lay thy dream in the heat of a swans pose
Tickle thy scent to a babies toes
Press thy taste on a breath of white fire
Wilt as wonder in a willows shire
Chase thy hunger to the lions eye
Flesh thy essence to an eagles mind
Spill thy will to a buzz in hive
Bottlenose swim in an ocean dive