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David R May 2019
the world
a door
to be opened

open the door,
fill reality
with light

it's dark down here
limitations
shadows
annoyance

it's light up there
illumine the darkness

the light is me
is you
transform the world
David R Mar 2019
Mind's a fog,
Mud-fill'd bog,
Words dropping,
Then stopping.

Round in a maze,
Brain a-craze,
Dithering haze,
Maybe a faze?

Pass some coffee,
Still the drossy,
Open-eyed zombie,
Trying to work.
David R Mar 2019
In her dream, a cataract torrent
Crashes to effervescence,
Force and verve, vivacious apparent,
Shoots arrowed iridescence.

In reality, a rivulet meanders,
Blind to mountain, fountain and fell,
Downhill she flows, barely seen,
Pebbles 'n stones part of her scene.

Here she circumvents boulder and rock,
There gives way to shout and shock,
Hiding her head between her knees
She longs to lose herself in the seas.

I knelt down close to hear her cries,
Allowed her tears wash over my eyes,
Caressed her soft water with my hand,
Sprinkled her sweetness o'er the land.

'Sweet stream', I whisper'd, 'The waterfall you dream,
Lives through its awful roar ‘n terror,
But life lives not in its awesome scream,
Life lives not in its horror.'

'Without you, doe could not parch their thirst,
Frogs would not breed or dippers immerse.
Heavenly daughter, jeweled traverse,
One silent ripple is an angel's universe.’
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge:
#cataract
David R Oct 2018
Nag, nagging,
Finger wagging,
Shoulders sagging,
Victim slagging.

Oh beration,
Flagellation,
Irritating
Castigation.

Cutting hemlock,
On her chopping block,
Innuendoes
Spawning ad hoc.

Super-intending,
Condescending,
Never ending,
Insult fending.

Pointless rounds
Of empty double-talk,
Wife, your name is
Self-styled wise hawk.
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
#berate
David R Oct 2018
Silent boy,
Face, melancholy,
Your brooding eyes
Tell a story.

Tell me why yon golden tears
Course a cherub's cheeks?
Why the sorrow of four-score years
Plows velvet in coarse creeks?

Sweet boy, speak out,
Tell us your pain,
What your eyes have seen,
Your heart, its bane?

The child, he looked,
His eyes, unseeing.
His soul abrooked
Torment in being.

'My father', he whispered,
'My father', he said.
'My father', he whimpered,
'My father . . .  he's dead'.
David R Oct 2018
In grass of deception, the snake lies waiting,
With venom'd fangs, 'n jaws dilating,
Salivating, watching, baiting,
Sure to pounce, mutilating.

With forked tongue, she paints my heart black,
Sinks sharp talons into flesh o' bare back,
Drips her poison into my kidneys,
Cuts my innocence in myriad pieces.

My name is Silence; my job to suffer,
To make no sound, nor word to utter,
For though the dragon spits forth fire,
George'll guard himself from ire.
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