Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Ghost Writer 3 May 2016
I wear a canvas over
Covering my head
Just in case it rains
I won’t say what I said

At first, I just wore a jacket
It saved my pretty face
It protected my hair
I could not feel or care

a storm came rolling through                                                    
Rain prickled at my skin
So then I took a canvas
And I laid within its skin

I do not peak my head out
I do not say hello
I do not wish to get rained on
So I stay alone at home

e.s.
Mark Penfold Sep 2018
The Pigeon Gent,
He woos and coos around the river bent.
Pursues his muse with artful dance and skillful prance,
With inflated neck and ruffled plumage, until his energy or luck is spent.
He then resides by ebbing tides to ponder on his next advance.

"Now Now", "Whats This" the gent exclaims,
A shadow looming from the skies.
With ***** and claps he glides and lands with  full surprise,
He spies the intruder, "A fellow Brooder".
Pigeon gent cant believe his eyes.

Pigeon Gent cannot believe the sauce,
The scurge seems intent on taking his prize by force.
At once he knows he must respond,
And force this illbread vagabond to abscond.

At once chest puffed and muscles flexed,
With wild eyes he jabs and pecks.
To teach this ruffian respect,
So on his actions he may later reflect.
He stands his ground both large and proud,
To make example of this foul winged burglar from the clouds.

"You insult me sir" he shouts aloud,
To make his intentions clear for all the crowd.
For several rounds they fight and scuffle.
With intruder retreating, feathers ruffled.

Then bested suiter fairly parted,
The quarrel ends as fast as started.
The vanquished victor displays and grooms,
As peace and honour now resumes.

Soon the ripples upset the green,
An armada of ducks come on the scene.
Alerted by the heightend coos,
They race to see what act insues.

The mighty mallards, Kings of the river,
None contest their right of way.
Their ways of conduct such generous givers.
Majestic river royalty, the law is always what they say.

On bank or shallow pebbled river they have always been,
They love to feed and breed amongst the river scene.
There royal cape made up of browny reds and shimmering greens,
reflects and intejects on mirrored water skies and evergreens.

To their mates for life and lady lovers,
The mallard gent is like no others.
Such loyalties are seldom seen,
In modern times and different dreams.
Fine and lean with striking features,
Best examples of river teachers.

But at any moment no matter how abrubt,
A river duel may easily erupt.
Battle can ensue and rage,
As both apponents approach and engage.
For they mate for life as duck and wife,
A rarity in any age or life.
who deserted from other roses sweet smile
whether, red, white, orange and infinite
are always made ​​in satiation

  I / black rose
 no dark mosaic: often drowned nature of struggle
sleeping at the time of red roses, white, yellow, blooming
wilted due to weak roots

   
i / black rose
the brooder
stuck like a rock
the meaning of the many colors of roses are:
broken into one / black

because, i / early black rose of colorful roses.


Idra, Tuesday, 2/11/13, wrote village, Bantul, Yogyakarta...
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
You know me
And I'm talking to you
There is no reason to pretend
What I say is what I think
There is no difference
It is honesty's blend
Yes
I'm angry
And you know why
Because a child
May lose its mother
And I hear that baby's cry
I relinquish
My right
To live in comfortable bliss
When everyone it seems
Is fighting for their life
And awaiting Peter's kiss
We live in a world
Where bombs explode
To glorify God
And a princess
Is crowned
To create heaven from sod
And for what?
Existence?
God's so-called gift
Bestowed upon us
While through time
And experience we sift
Set in motion
As we wait
And wait
Then
The battle begins
As we curse our fate
We live
In denial
Of our mortality
And of life’s betrayal
Of ourselves
And our personal reality
And of those
Whom we love
And even those
Who we do not know
So I feel nothing
Even though I wear no clothes
In my time
I am becoming
Smaller
My helplessness
Is growing
Larger
I question
More and more
What answers exist?
None can be found
Only demands to ignore
And temptation to resist
Is the afterlife
All that we have?
Or is it the waiting?
Is it a test?
Or is it
Destiny's mating?
Pronounced
As we are laid to rest
But what do we bring
Dead memories
Or a living soul?
It is a song no one can sing
Contentment
Fleeting safe harbor
With change ready for sea
As you look in earnest
For the moment time stole
And who you used to be
Pain
And unhappiness
Sent from the grand brooder
Coming
To sweep away delusion
And re-establish order
The order of reality
The past
A complete story
Mined
For assurance
The days of your glory
In this we revel
Because it is unchanging
Compared to tomorrow
Terrifying and omnipotent
Life rearranging
A mystery of sorrow
How will I depart
This sad place?
In pain?
Or in my sleep?
Will it be in disgrace?
A victim of being vain
Why should I accept
This fate?
Am I so arrogant
To demand
Answers
And be so expectant?
When they were asked
By so many
For a thousand years
You push and pull
Confusing my senses
Reducing me to tears
I open my gifts
And turn to you
In thankful pose
Yet then I see
How my friend lives
Gripped in death's throes
As you
And you alone
Decide her coming fate
Should I be quiet
And let her cope?
While I await
The guillotine
Without question
Must I be silent
As a beautiful friend
Slowly dies
In a way so violent?
While she lives
As never before
I ask why we are not worthy
To live
A mere lifetime
Knowing our fate's story?
Why must it be cut short?
Why must we be consumed
With fear
And live in pain?
Losing a lover
Removed as I draw near
Taken from my life
Or of my friends
By her own hand
Or yours
Plunged into the depths
Where dissent is banned
Where forgetfulness
Covers my body
With your ubiquitous power
My choice
To suffocate
Or rise to the surface for life to devour
Life
Nothing
But hope
Which I cannot understand
Why?
It seems I cannot cope
We are not worthy
We must prove ourselves
Daily
To our maker
Whose bread
We must consume gratefully
However hard
However stale
However moldy
I will not go quietly
Yes
I question God boldly
Are you there?
I defy you now
How can you be so cruel
When you bring suffering
With a mere wisp
For the fool
Of absolution
And a faithful hope
For streets of gold
In a paradise
Longed over
By mankind as it was foretold
And yet
There are no raised dead
Among us all
To tell us
What is in store
Only a book about mankind's fall
Written in another language
From long ago
Yes we cope
Some believe
Others reject
But we meet the challenge with hope
Mankind lives on
Through all manner of plagues
From above
And from within
But we ask
Where is your love?
And who are you?
A myth?
A jealous lover?
How strong can you be
When you bring such random
Acquittal to our brother?
Pardoning our sins
Causing us pain
And suffering
Yes
Anger is in me
As you are smothering
My body
My soul
My mind
With madness
Over your plan
Which I will never find
Strike me down if you live
So everyone else can know
That you are real
Stop asking us to believe
In things that cannot be seen
Our rational self you do steal
Stop preying on our need
To face death
With hope for meaning
Come to me now
Save her life
Spare her children who are kneeling
Spare them
From ghosts in the night
Spare her friend
Of questions
Of shrugging Nihilism
And risking an untimely end
Of living for today
Because tomorrow
Offers nothing
But pain and death
I am not happy
I want to believe in something
I cannot offer hope
To my fellow man
Because I say
You have abandoned us
God
Do you hear me where I lay?
You ask me to hear you
But do you hear me?
Are you there?
Is this another loud plea
That will be met by a storm?
Or is it a mere whisper
That will be met
With silence?
It is your choice
Because we have none
But to live and die
With dignity without a voice
And hope for grace
And yet
We live and perish
With greed
And lust
Because of lives so nightmarish
So we turn to sin
The sin you tempt us with
The sin you created
Holy sin
Too powerful
For the sheep whom you've vacated
What we cannot ignore
We do experience
Not in memory of Jesus
But because
We are alone
He is not among us
But tell me
Are you?
Because it seems
You need my belief
To keep you alive
Even with all your extremes
So who is alone?
Who is powerful?
Who can you see?
Who is real?
Is it you?
Or is it me?


Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Mark Lecuona
Last Fall a woman I knew well died of Melanoma. She and her husband (my college roommate) had recently adopted a boy from Russia then the cancer struck. It was just a bad deal but I am happy to say they are in a good place about her passing. But at the time I was angry and I wrote this one up....
Sober thoughts crowd my mind
Happiness I cannot find
Gloomy weather, gloomy mind

Black bile, one of the archaic humours
Rhyming aptly with tumours
Cancerous thoughts within my mind

Pensively I look for salvation
Maybe a cheery salutation
But my melancholic mind keeps me as a brooder

I vent my spleen, searching for the vaccine
Annoyance acting as a screen for the truth
That all I want to do is scream and scream and scream.
© JLB
08/01/2015
03:58 GMT
Lou Dec 2017
I been born to lack.
Self inflicting heart attack.
I been born to mourn my death.

I'm a plague dressed in disguise
A brooder of everything in sight.
I been born to mourn my death.

Don't bother to please.
You'll find I need no sympathy
I'm a swamp that takes body heat.

When you're in my morass trap,
You'll find anxiety tracks.
It's a disheartening,
Meglo-mockery.
Oh, Mephisto please.
Why do I do this to you my marsh queen?

Oh, I don't take, I steal.
Hearts, time and self esteem are a good meal.
Don't have any aches for me
I was born to mourn my death.

I must seem like a mystery
With dirt prints I leave behind every scene.
Taking you deep into a quagmire of negativity.

I been born to lack.
It's not my fault you got trapped.
But you were warned before,
I was born to mourn my death.
I feel like when I get close to people, we get trapped. It feels like its a doomed from the start. I feel bad I am like this.
Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2022
I'm nothing
A waste of time
Don't bother getting near
You want to know the truth?
More ****** up than I appear

Miserable brooder
Mistaking mess
Will simply bring you pain
Six letters provide new meaning
To expression "ball and chain"

Dwelling on you 24/7
I'm ultimately obsessed
My adoration becomes an anchor
Heavy on your chest

When having a good day
Can brighten up your sky
The majority are bad
I can't even tell you why

Never pleased with what I have
Consistently wishing for more
After I lose what's mine
I appreciate what I had before

So if feeling curious
Should look somewhere new
Walls are way too high to climb
Do not bother attempting to

You think you can change my mind
Sadly that is not so
Is safer to emotionally detach
Which is the reason I am cold as snow

My heart has broken too badly
To adequately repair
I've given so much love away
Haven't got any left to share

I hate sleeping alone every night
Long for someone to call
Can't love you the way you deserve
I can't be with you at all
Delton Peele Jan 2022
Include exclude
Hoody
Goody two shoes
Refused
Muse
Bruised
The
un-amused
The Bruiser
Used
User
Brooder
Glib glad
Big bad
Mad
Intruder
Pied Piper
Without a pipe
Best friend till
The end of dividends.
Then I'm the
Outsider ...
Again......
Friend ....one
Me ......public enemy ....
Seemingly somehow
.......me.......
Only .......
Lonely
Scarred
Marred broken hearted **** star.......
Giver
Taker
Mistake ... ...
.........Great ........
Underrated fickle faded
Disassociate
Yourself from that one.......
All these without the pleasure or pain of commiting
Any one .....or admitting ....
No proof .....
Evidence or reason to believe ......
If you care to inquire ,
Study my profile...
Look into my
Character....
Interrogate me
Polygraph.....
Or skip all that
Go straight to
Private investigator
My intentions ...have always been to befriend and be friend ...
An always
The encourager .....
To the point of taking second place and the blame and punishment
Meant for you.........
henceforth the labels .....padlocked..
To my neck...
.........
Well..........since we're alone ......and I have your attention...
One ...........
Just
One ........
Just..........
One quick mention.......
My neck may bend down like a willow  ...only so far  ....where it stiffens like an oak.........
Stand in front of me while you slander with a sludge hammer .....
Till the handles
Broke........
Stoking the forge....
Fanning the flames
setting the stage for the insatiable
  "Morose delectation"
.............
without detection ....
Or reservation
Oh yes let's play this game .....   Ohhhh
....you shouldn't have ..but you did.....let's dig in........
decades of holding back the cries and crimes against my pride........
Dark clouds ......comming....
Down ........
Burnt cienna...
turnt ........
Charcoal grey....
Into black
Is this your wish ....?
To ****** and reduce me to  Schadenfreude?
Good.    .
Bad......
Pleasure  .
Pain
...these are the costumes you choose to wear
In lust just remember
This is youre hypocrite flipped script. .
And I'm playing the part ........
Let's not forget
I train every day and play way harder....
Psychotic ******* who so needs an outlet ......  Pain inflicting Olympic gold medalist .....
Oh you insist.....
You make me blush........
Get your game playing costumes on...
***!  
Comfortable  in them . .
Great!.
Go ahead then
Wear them out.....
Love .....
Hate    ... .
These wears are reversible..
All the patrons under the marquee......
You invited them in   .....
The came to see blood .....
The tables set
It's too late  and I'm hungry.
But maybe you don't  
Parlez-vous français ?
Huh?
Maybe you shouldn't play.... .....
Well now ....
Let's see.....
Your production.....
I played my part........
So you should pay ......no?
...or maybe.....
s'il vous plaît
Be........ My...
"Roman Holiday" ......
Oh .. yeah....
You do.....
Ok .......
Help me change .. ..
You know I can't do this without you .....
Hey I'm talking to me

— The End —