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The syllable slid
Into the wild, fragrant words
Spread in pithy verse*#
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 1:00 PM UTC
Soon, almost, tomorrow, maybe, later
are polite ways of saying no, never
Easy words I often use to cater
to persistent questions I don’t savour
I answer one query with a question
of my own. Before you know it, I change
the discourse with a subtle suggestion,
still manage to have a pleasant exchange.
I must confess though that secretly, I
always harbour a faint hope that someone
will see through my feint and try to be sly
so we can tease and toy and have some fun.
Please pardon my disingenuous ploy;
my ennui struck heart enjoys being coy.
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 11:26 AM UTC
I wish you would come
to see me. Only, I am
glad that you haven’t.
I have some healing to do.
I have some blooming to do.
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 12:42 PM UTC
I have to wait now
impatient, uncertain of
what the future holds for me.
I get to wait here
safe, while millions face peril
hoping for a tomorrow.
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 11:23 AM UTC
Can’t move
Three, two, one, go!
Open your eyes. No. No.
It’s not real. OPEN YOUR EYES NOW!
Eyes, not yours, watching; hands, not yours, reaching.
Who… what is that at the window?
A dream? But you’re awake,
paralysed, still
can’t move.
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC
Cold
Blackened
Wearisome
Broken
Soul.
Sits
Alone
Pondering
Over
All
Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 4:56 PM UTC
writing about you is like
arranging the alphabet,
looking for possible
typographical error
counting the syllables,
thinking of rhymes
i dont know if i’ll ever
equate words to
how perfect you are
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 4:07 AM UTC
A
speck fell
on the ground.
can't make a sound.
though it sure does try.
"God said let there be light"
"God is dead, and we killed him"
there is no way to clean it up.
there is no too much nor an enough.
for that small speck that fell there on the ground.
they say it was ol' Prometheus
that lent the speck a torch to tame
grown bright's the light of that flame
but black water stays cold
and never needs fuel
it see's it's fall
tries to call
and hits
ground
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 1:31 AM UTC
more?
drip drop
in you pop
black as in plain
my only true friend
please ease my condition
yes appease my addiction
oh lord give me some substance strength
my brain hurts and my soul is aching
if I could rest just a little longer...
couldn't kick you if i was stronger
dairy would make me a liar
sugar's for dishonest tongues
for your my strong weakness
your heat and sweetness
is bitter-sweet
am i fine
drip drop
drop
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 3:37 AM UTC
Poetry is
The earth we see
When its tumultuous and green
And syllables
Are the rivers
Carving out valleys deep beneath
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 3:35 PM UTC
you **** me softly with every syllable,
your vocals do not make me shake,
but make me stand perfectly still
to make sure I don't miss hearing even a mumble
come from between those lips
©L.F.
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 12:47 AM UTC
Aspen of Appalachia, away,
Bereft from bleating, brooding bovine.
Clay County contrives conspiracy
Doomed, darkened, deceitful. Directed
Eastward at Eastaboga’s emp’ror
Full of most fitting flight, fleeing from
God. Those good graces known given up,
Heartily, exchanged happenstance his
Immortal soul for idolatry.
Jeered at Jehovah, jested Jesus,
Kingdom keeping the kicked knaves knowing
Lowly that the Lord lash little at
Men who make ****** and mudwork made
Nightly. Nefarious no-goods now,
Open but not ostracized. Oh, old
People praise the past per penchant but
Quickly they quit; queerly quell their quest,
Running from redemption and rambling
So he stopped searching, got set soulless,
Turned to the tantric, tuned to the tumult,
Unburdened with useless unknowns. Up
Verily and vivaciously, vet
Words which will warrant wonder. Why not
****** excellent, exuberant?
Yet, ye of yellow faith, yon Yahweh
Zeros the zest of zig-zagged zetas.
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC
Lay the sandbags.
Endless streaming torrent of thoughts,
Carve a new path.
The mind river in which I flail,
But cannot drown.
Leads me to run the anxious mile,
Which never ends.
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 8:34 AM UTC
Your hair falls, like dark
feathers over your forehead,
too soft for lowly
hands. Your eyes they live beneath,
the hole you live in
reflected there. I bend and
shoulder another
of your burdens. It is all
I can do. You are
trapped, like a prince in a
dream. Or a nightmare.
In my love for you, it feels
as though tenderness
will tear a hole through my heart.
I would carry worlds.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 1:53 PM UTC
Red is
necessary.
I hope it will not be
everything you see when you look
at me.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 9:08 AM UTC
you're on the tip of my tongue
not quite fully formed
a word
the one i find so easy to forget
you trip me up
every time
start with a 'g'
three syllables
i've got you...almost
g-r-a-t-i-t-u-d-e
ah, that's right
rhymes with attitude
i'm so thankful i remembered you at last
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC
Listen to the rain
Indifferent to the pleas of man
Cleansing all in time
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
Haiku, a poem
five, seven then five morae
has only three lines.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 4:29 AM UTC
In life, I have come across people
who always felt like home to me.
It’s a wonderful feeling –
to have someone like that.
That is why it aches
to think of homes
I renounced
when I
left.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
Fresh dough, sauce, and melted cheese,
plus wholesome veggies,
add tender succulent meat,
baked to perfection.
Breathe it in before
you dig in.
Drool!
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 10:15 AM UTC
‘What’s the point of it all?
Life is such a long haul!’
All my distress melts away,
bleak worldview turns upside,
once I saunter inside
the air-conditioned café.
Sometimes you are just hot
when you think life is fraught
on a white-hot summer day.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
Being, behind the words
Feels a sublime ease
With a calm memory
A sense of being alive
In no Man’s land
Subscribing a new world order
With a sacred realm
Encrypted hope
Where,
The soul speaks
The Heart listens
An Ancient script,
In a native tongue
Don’t get it, Regardless?
A native tongue,
Same syllable,
Stammer astray
Misspelled, misunderstood
Those celestial pieces
Being, gracefully rude
Phenomenal,
All in Innocence.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
Love is a balloon, One tiny
little pin ***** and all of the
Filled love that has been blown,
Will Burst into absolute nothing.
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 4:27 PM UTC
of calculus the man had no good sense
which was plain in the poor syllable count he did
on figuring his abilities dense
an accounting firm wouldn't pay him a quid
yet he professed to being very sum smart
though of genius none could be reckoned
the error in the abacuses bead part
correct numbers of him so beckoned
eleven were employed on each line
over the roof by a digit he went
instead of using the standard ten mine
his sonnet seemed so ungainly of bent
the final total wasn't quite up to scratch
hence his poem not put in the flawless batch
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 8:27 AM UTC
I have learned many things from the universe, such as that
We all come from the same life force, the same centrifuge
We are interwoven in this wild world web
We all have many things that we keep hidden
Nature favors the adept and diverse
Nothing lasts forever, even ends
The one thing I've learned from the stars
If I have learned nothing else
Is that it only takes
A single spark to
Start a fire
And one speck
To make
Masses
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC