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69 · Aug 2021
Western Culture
David R Aug 2021
gigantic he stood, preening in mirror,
his head in the sky, his feet in the river,
a form to behold, inspiring awe
as he looked up and down and liked what he saw

his shadow he spread over lesser folks lore
and pounded the earth with nails and claw,
crushed in his fists the misfit and freak
as he beat his chest in pride and pique

excretion abounded as he soaked in the treasures
of earth and sky his newfound pleasures
secreting his waste over all and sundry
for he owned the earth, the hills and country

but made of clay, the water seeped upward,
as he unawares, with self enraptured,
allowed slow invasion of self-centred structure
till he crumbled and fell, his inners ruptured

and as he fell, he continued to spout
sound-bite bromides of what life's about
till at last his tongue fell out
and nothing was left of his prestige 'n clout
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
#bromide
69 · Nov 2021
Orchestral
David R Nov 2021
the trees, the grass,
the flowers, the hills,
the stars that pass
in midnight chills,
the sun, the moon
the birds of feather,
sing in tune,
sing together,
all are part
of symphony
in hallowed art
of harmony
as they join as one
one creation
proclaim there's none
but Your elation

the trees, the grass,
the flowers, the hills,
the stars that pass
in midnight chills,
the sun, the moon
the birds of feather,
G-d grant me tune
to sing together
to be a part
of symphony
in hallowed art
of harmony
to join as one
with your creation
to proclaim there's none
but Your elation
68 · Jun 2021
Dot
David R Jun 2021
Dot
a blank canvas
infinite potential
a new-born babe
of life essential

smallest dot
gives restriction
no longer naught
of revelation

for constriction
of light and dark
is no malediction
but vessel to spark

though gold the silence
and silver the speech
what good is silence
with none to teach

silence offers form to sound,
the tread of wisdom for life abound,
but without sound, as fallow ground,
lies the canvas, in whiteness drowned.
68 · Jan 2
Morning reverie
David R Jan 2
Between the woods and frozen lake, a winter's chill,
A white blanched silence blankets dale and hill,
In crystal frost, diverse potpourri of nature's twill,
All still, in whispered breath of Divine Will.
BLT Word of the Day Challenge #potpourri
68 · Feb 2021
The pain
David R Feb 2021
I'll paint a canvas today, I said,
A canvas with my tears,
I'll mix the water with my blood,
I'll give voice to my fears.

Leering voices, sneering faces,
I don't know how to stand strong,
I buckle under pressure,
Yet I know the right from wrong.

I look around with despair,
I know not what will be,
I lift my hands up in the air,
I cry, 'Do not see'.

Do not look down at humanity,
Look not at what it's become,
The violence, the inhumanity,
The soul quite numb and dumb.

But see the little sparks of good,
The hope, the kindness, the longing,
See the suffering, little flame,
The bewilderment, pain and calling.

Give strength to the lame and weak,
Salvation to the few,
Let Light and Grace fill the world,
Let us all see You.
66 · Aug 2021
life without screams
David R Aug 2021
sun shines bright
in sky within
unending height
surrounded by skin
earth and leaves
of heart's desires
rustle in breeze
of spirit's fires
and dreamer dreams
life without screams
when all proclaim
G-d's inner name
when misery dissolves
in His absolve
in abject admission
of world condition.
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
#abject
65 · Dec 2024
Tinsel
David R Dec 2024
i carved my name into the wood
but the wood was rotten
within a year there was nothing left
save a memoir forgotten
64 · Jul 2021
Word of the Day
David R Jul 2021
I'll cast a line into the sea
of words and letters and thought,
i'll wait impatiently to see
when first the line grows taut
what rhyme or underlying notion
my fishing-line has caught
from the blackest depths of ocean
my darker shadows have wrought

my line is slack, there's nothing biting,
no monster taking the bait,
there's no thought or anything igniting,
i suppose i've more to wait.

but what if another power
has beat me to the chase
tiredness at this late hour
has placed me in deepest straits
has mulcted me of thoughts and words
so that i canna think straight?

but, hey, at least this pathetic nerd
has managed to keep his place
in making rhyme, albeit blurred,
for BLT's challenging race.
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge:
#mulct
63 · Apr 2021
Music of the alphabet
David R Apr 2021
though deaf i be
to harmony
i hear the music
in a-b-c
63 · Apr 2021
Skittles and Dominoes
David R Apr 2021
Play a game of skittles
with vocabulary
roll a word in middle
of the bowling alley

watch how word can strike
many pins at once
as a gardener's spike
impales bits he hunts

here's a word that's difficult
to see how it will pair
as a victim stifled in cult
struggling for the air

like a row of dominoes
in standing row *****
one word in line of prose
has a linear effect

knocking a thought on the nose
it couples with a next
and as your first line goes 'n grows
it creates what you least expect
62 · Apr 2021
Lost time
David R Apr 2021
it was not there 'neath pebble or stone
it was not there in sigh or moan
it was not hidden in the bank
of yen or dollar or pound or franc

i could not find it in my house
'mongst the knick-knacks of child 'n spouse
it seemed i'd lost forever and after
time

but then i found lost time one day
by giving a smile 'n myself away,
he came back slowly, unsure at first,
but then returned, as bank that burst

the more i gave, the more i found
'twas not lost nor died nor drowned
he just was hiding all around
as twinkling dust on the ground
57 · Apr 2021
Silent Cry
David R Apr 2021
to You my heart thirsts
cry in me bursts
but eyes are weak, face pallid,
no longer worth, no longer valid

how long will i sit in the darkness,
lost in haze of howling hyena,
my soul is naked, hates the starkness
of physicality, of sin's arena.

in sigh heart's immersed
as bereav'd mourns her first
to You my heart thirsts
my cry in me bursts,

i'm sinking in quagmire
arms are weak,
lost their fire,
one thing still desire.

You.
56 · May 2021
Don't Give UP
David R May 2021
there was dark before the light
for the deeper 'n blacker the night
the greater the light shows up bright
black displays best the white

no matter that a child's born wild,
no matter man is angered or riled
no matter if your spirit's defiled
no matter that you feel reviled

if you struggle in life and succeed
to toil and work in sowing the seed
if you pull out weeds and try to encourage
the goodness to grow, the goodness to flourish

or if you struggle in life and fail
you cry out of pain and wail and wail
as you flounder about and flail
in suffering, in depths of your soul's jail

every sigh, every good desire,
the want and yen to escape the mire,
shines as gem, as diamond in coal
and builds the lights of your inner soul

as white chalk on blackened board,
your sighs in Great Book are written 'n stored,
forever sharpening the sword
'gainst evil, the devil and his horde.
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge:
#flounder
53 · Dec 2024
Robin
David R Dec 2024
the robin was my friend
pecked me on my shoulder
watched me garden tend
perched upon the boulder

watched me as i tripped that day
running down the street
watched me as my heart ran gay
oblivious to the heat

watched me as the stars went out
turning life to grey
watched me wince from ache and gout
as night enveloped day

the robin is my friend
he pecks me on my shoulder
it's time to spread your wings to wend
stop getting any older

— The End —