#marbles
baby Kiba...
lyricked Buckethead's melodies
now his own sings!
midst moon's blue eyed mist,
prized offering ossuary praised
head marbles, must play!
hear marvels, most ploy!
grow low growl
full moon flow
how wolves howl
night B day,
best friend, mans', worst fiend
day B night,
tree top trick
lobo pup limbo
like gulp lick
bold lackeys KFC lad(d)ies blood
from goblet bucket form,
foul drinks, still eager!
fool drains, seton eased!
the Buckethead effect...
the dog, as his pet
a bucketbot!
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 1:24 PM UTC
Robert Frost
Loved and lost
Much
But never lost his touch.
Sep 17, 2024
Sep 17, 2024 at 2:53 AM UTC
Esoteric Eleanor...
Is a woman set apart
She has an obscure interest
In a certain type of art.
She collects her little fairies
Has an interest in old tomes
Has few, if any, closer friends
Has tons of garden gnomes.
She owns a run-down mansion
With lots of dusty rooms
Her letters closed with sealing wax
She speaks in garbled runes.
She met her fate one cloudy day
Oh yes, she is quite dead.
Her foot slipped on the marbles
That spilled out of her head!
Yes, she lost her footing
Alas, she is no more
Lies within her antique coffin
Esoteric Eleanor.
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 12/15/2019
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 3:30 AM UTC
MARVEL AND MARBLES
Marvel incidents
were on marble.
Marbles were not
marvel
due to it's old type.
Yesterday night
the marble mines
became full
by rain water.
Yesterday also
brought 20 dead bodies.
15-male
5-female.
This was done
by the marble factory
owner.
Because they were
ready to
draw their 6 months
salary.
Marbles were
really marvel.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 10:05 AM UTC
My bag had a tiny hole in it,
are they neither here or there.
rolling in directions not seen
but I know I had a handful
less than a moment ago?
ever thought your losing your marbles.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC
Janice is in the playground
playing skip rope
with two other girls.
I'm playing marbles
with Dennis and Dave
against the playground wall.
I have put
my favourite marble
out there
hoping to win the lot.
Dave crouches low
and flicks his blue marble
it hits Dennis's pink marble.
Dennis looks over
at the girls skipping
your turn Den
Dave says
standing up.
Dennis crouches down
and continues the game
his marble misses
and hits the wall
he stands up
looks at the girls again.
You can see their knickers
when they skip
he says.
Who cares
Dave says
crouching down
intent on the game.
I watch the game
hoping my marbles
don't get lost
especially the blue one
I think as lucky.
Dennis looks back
at the game.
The girls skip on
intent on their game.
I bend down
and aim and miss
and curse
and the game
is won and lost
to my and Dennis's cost.
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 3:25 AM UTC
When I lost my marbles,
My dad would always say:
"Don't worry, you'll find them
When you just stop searching."
And it sounded stupid,
But every time I stopped,
Yeah, I found my marbles.
I grew up; my dad died,
Seasons changed, so did I,
But the rule stayed as true.
One day, I'd given up
On that romantic stuff,
And,
Resigned to die alone,
I walked into a big
Ol' Shakespeare conference,
To watch Othello die.
Well there, they were taking
"Volunteers" for Juliet,
"Lucky men" Romeos,
And I was one of them.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
blossomblister
burst
(finally)
ate out my sickness
almost turned green.
took too much chlorophyll
(for my health –
i’ve seen the ads)
drank cups and cups
each night and each swallow
chirping pleasantly
made me feel stronger, but
almost turned green.
frustration peaked
almost at snow
but not quite,
couldn’t stand the dangling
piece of peanut butter anymore
had to grab for it
sick of the lack of meaningful
(methought now meknows)
0s and 1s and all
these mouse games,
had to grab for it,
had to scream.
almost turned green.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 6:53 AM UTC
**oh my god
We are getting tattoos of marbles
We have lost our marbles my dear love
And why no other
Than random
Pointless
Marbles
Because they match our
Random
Pointless
Conversations
About no particular thing in no certain universe;
The marbles**
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
defragment your performance
and collect the past
like marbles
rolling
in the backseat
of a mini-van.
your hands becoming
chaos as we grasped
at straws and questioned
nothing but
our silent breathing
and the stars we left
behind a crease in
the old bench seat
where I learned
your name.
like marbles in the mini-van
our chaos will roll on.
©Ben Ditmars 2014
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC