"drakes" poems
Its in these waters, when I was merely a Parr
Or as you might refer to me as a fry,
This wise but young Brook Trout cruised the slow water with my kinfolk fry.
Moving to and fro hiding among the biome vegetation
The sunlight supported my living space and warmed my growth rings.
I dart in and out of the oxygenated seams which help me flourish.
Some days, I had to use stealth to outwit the pine marten and warblers,
I shadowed the cattail and watched them fill their bellies with those around me.
But I felt fate had a purpose for me to be something special.
And When the time was right, I'd propel myself above the water into the night air.
The large circle of orange light filled my eyes and the night sky was filled with luminary.
I imagined what it must be like to live outside this riffle domain.
This morning, through my refractory vision I spot some floating objects,
And through an inherited sensory recall I can see these are hatching green Drakes.
I immediately shoot to the surface and fill my stomach, then swim back to the undercut for cover.
As the years pass by and maturity abounds, I find my self settling in behind a large boulder
Right at the tail out of the back eddy, providing me with an ample food supply.
And it's here I prefer to live my life in the slow current, content and peaceful.
And one day as I swam into the current seam, I spotted what appeared to be,
A different looking bug with yellow belly, so I make my move.
He's not moving much so I decide to raise my head above the water line and sip.
As I grab the hopper I start to slide back behind the boulder,
When I feel a pinch, as if someone try's to pull me towards the surface
I fight with all my might but this force proves to be stronger than I.
It's now I realize a human reels me towards the shore line, and I'm fearful.
This one called a human, grabs my tail and places his hand on my under belly.
Pulling me from my home, he dislodges the hook from my mouth. I gasp for oxygen.
He looks me over from nose to tail, smiles and says how beautiful I am.
He looks me in the eye And says " This was a wonderful fight my friend, enjoy the rest of your life,
He places me back in water, gently reviving me and finally lets me swim away.
I dare to turn and look back at him for a moment and as he continues to watch me,
I hear him say " I fish, knowing everyday on this stream is a gift."
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
Hello swans with your brown signets
On the near edges where the weeds blend
And the green meets the trusted stoney bed
You frighten a little with those huge wings
The strength to **** if fear struck an orange eye.
The ducks and drakes trailing fluffy ducklings
So linger daring the hands of bread and biscuits
A continuity of return until fat and bloated, stop.
Their tail feathers sharing a twitching line march
As they swim back to the safety of the reed beds.
Love Mary
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC
Depression, Depression the feeling of emptiness always a challenge to fill it with happiness. One of my favorite songwriters is Nick Drake his somber yet powerful lyrics about not be able to connect with people and depression really helped me in times of personal trouble. I was diagnosed very early on in my childhood with depression I started reading a lot listening to music looking outside my window watching the other children play knowing how I would not be able to connect socially. When my parents divorced I realized that my life began to go in a downward spiral then I discovered Nick Drake. I felt connected to him in some way as if I was a incarnation of him. When I listen to his music I feel the same sense of hopelessness the same feelings of isolation. At times I feel stronger for going through this permanent pain but then I think to myself what of my future. That question races though my mind it almost like its making me a restless ghost during those cold dark nights. Through my high school years I still felt the same isolation with people as when I was a child. But the big difference was that I didn’t place a big smile on my face when I knew everything was not alright. This time I expressed my feelings in a more mature and realistic way. I started to write a lot in my spare time I usually wrote a lot of isolated characters trying to find that source of happiness that would free them of their personal pains. Once I wrote a short story about a girl that I fell in love with being a huge fan of F.Scott Fitzgerald I described the main character as the girl all the boys want but can ever have. With a combination of Nick Drakes lyrical style and F Scott Fitzgerald’s plot structure I wrote a love story that defined my inner feelings that I couldn’t really express with verbal communication. Sometimes I believe when people socialize verbally it establishes a more meaningful connection but for me developing socializing socials wasn’t so verbal but it was with writing and listening to music where I developed a sense of identity that was a real morale booster to continue living life with the aspirations of success and personal happiness.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC
I am not deaf
They could say
What they want
What they need
To make me plead
Guilty for something
I have never done
Nor I have ever thought
But I would never run
From my faults and mistakes
Playing ducks and drakes
On an empty lake
Like they do
Just to be away
Cause they are afraid
Of being condemned
But I am not them
I am not mad
I feel only free
When the silence speaks to me
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 8:56 AM UTC
So obsessed
She is
changed
Her Closet
Turn-on
Lover
Something
submerged____
Never full lips
sheath
dresses
Walk-in confesses
Vanderpump Rules
Just take one
ticket you mules
Being tagged
Pants Golden pocket
Price reduced
One chosen
Deep every breath
we take in
Miss Marilyn
Road some like it hot
More to hustle
(Monroe)
Curves and wiggles
Spiky heels
Named Doe
The Skid Roe
Never make a deal
The sheik riding hood
**** lower than hell
backs
Too unveil him
Who should?
The warm sun camels
closet smells slender
Cigarettes
Never cracks
That whodunit
Walk-in
Only low backs
Sherlocked dress
Mystique to guess?
Monique
He spilled
Sinnamon latte
Exotic Tiger print
Whispers Walk-in
Hints?
Love magnetized
late
The caramel
sensuous sips
A girl best
friend
Not one
ring or
love note
Valentine email
Dressed in closet
But it wasn't mine?
Stacks of
dresses
A+ Yes, never a no___
I believe
I will find
your vote
Coziness Closets of
many
alterations
Altered her vision
Designer maniacs
Never ticks
**** hens and clocks
Guys under the weather
The Umbrella ladies
Eating chocolate
Being bombed
Mr. Drakes
All latex
Younger
man
Plastic
double
agents
Of Botox
Oh! Dear
Mommy
Closet case!
Can you spell
spellbound
The green envy
dress
Near her
wallflower
the wax museum
of witches
Breaking some
britches
Broomsticks
Fly Robin Fly closet
Oh! Why
So subtle the Seance
Copies in her Palace
Something rearranged
her closet
Humanity switch
Her designer
hangers
underground
She became
the closed
closet mute
Shabby chic
out of lines
Never bling
I am going
to wash
that man
out of
Ponytail
I wonder
Why? whipped
hair
My big
walk-in
closet
You're invited
The girls live in
her shoes don't
judge a closet
With all her books
Tied to his ankle
Whip cream-color
Come over
You stepped
accidentally
into her dirt
French
tulip skirt
Her walk-in closet
she calls them
on skype lips up
The Closet
always shuts up
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
When my mind wraps up my body
I can hear the divine rhapsody.
When my body aches and breaks
My mind plays ducks and drakes.
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 12:13 AM UTC
Hello swans with your brown signets
On the near edges where the weeds blend
And the green meets the trusted stoney bed
You frighten a little with those huge wings
The strength to **** if fear struck an orange eye.
The ducks and drakes trailing fluffy ducklings
As they swim back to the safety of the reed bed.
Love Mary
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 8:31 AM UTC
they won't catch me slippin.
my shoes are resistant,
my views are resistant.
a few anyway...
could lose grip in an instant.
to them, my truth is fiction.
to love, is all that i meant with
all my decisions. well most anyway...
some say I been distant
I just stay a safe distance.
don't take it personal, assure you that it isn't.
more security than anything.
insecurity's my middle name.
it'd be yours too if your doorbell rang
and the ring tone ****** like your cell phones drakes.
in that bell tone way.. that you hate.
but you wont change, and I won't too
til they catch me slippin like, you fell down Jake.
til the hell bound day,
when the smell hounds break.
Then I'll tell house mates,
"I'm headed to the jailhouse, bail out Jake."
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
i. Sometimes the sky is purple where the firelight of the Sun meets the vapour of the Earth, and the vast mountains are overlain with crystals of ice and snow, scintillating among the peaks presiding above, and here IS the habitation of dragons, who soar in procession and ride o'er the rolling pure white, whose claws razor & move & rivet the Earth, and her bounty, for formations to roost, whose faces and bodies scale with white crystals, hanging bright and so clear, opened, void of concealment, and their eyes are orbs of lightning, looks of arcing illumination that hang in the sky like branches of a tall tree, and speak words like polished stones that ripple upon a balmy pool, like the flowing sounds of Vespers that Holy Angels play to you Endlessly in ur dreams, in the rhythm of golden oceans, and the melodies of rainbow harps, forever whispering to you during the passage of night and day.
ii. The blind snake gropes along the ground, bleary eyed, conceiving the body as a *** totem, seeking ultimately only to consume his own tail.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC
aches
void
circulation of losses
a truck filled with messes
existence full of profanity
only
acing
drakes
sigh! tie me with laces
life's short,move with slower paces
but your only a creep
with more patches
don't merry me with braces
a ****** broken into pieces
this earth
is a
savage palace
now applaud me hater
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
The swimmers and paddlers.
Hello swans with your brown signets
On the near edges where the weeds blend
And the green meets the trusted stoney bed
You frighten a little with those huge wings
The strength to **** if fear struck an orange eye.
The ducks and drakes trailing fluffy ducklings
So linger daring the hands of bread and biscuits
A continuity of return until fat and bloated, stop.
Their tail feathers sharing a twitching line march
As they swim back to the safety of the reed beds.
Love Mary
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
In the field of white
Everything is coated from head to toe
In a icy blanket
Of crisp sparkling snow.
The path that often takes
Us past the little duck pond
Crunches beneath our feet
White with snow and far beyond.
We can see the ice
With frozen ducks and drakes
Huddled from the cold wind
And the falling snowflakes.
The force of the snow
Has detached and thrown
Down to the base of the tree
The pretty fragrant fir cone.
It is placed in the basket
Covered in melting ice
It will decorate the fireplace
With berries and cinnamon spice.
There is a sense of magic everywhere
On each and every stone and rock
Twinkling diamonds reflected by the sun
Wet underfoot seeping in my shoe and sock.
Toes feel like little blocks of pure ice
Must make the way back to the roaring fire
Hot chocolate and toast sounding nice
Take off my icy clothes and into something drier.
The snow from my window looks inviting
The red of the berry against the blue of the snow.
The smile on my face tells the story
Nice and warm where the wind cannot blow.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
Think I'm gonna fail then you're truly wrong.
In this game of life I'm far more than a pawn
Started from the bottom, now I'm up, Drakes song.
But I been at my greatest all along
To you this is just words, a rap, a song.
For me this is life,freedom, a gateway to beyond... Reality
Allowed me to rise above a self fulfilling prophesy.
Went from the streets to Seattle University.
Without music, I don't wanna think where I'd be.
My story, my life, a piece of me.
Creating music helped me to cope, to gain clarity
Music is a gateway out of reality.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 4:24 AM UTC
O road take me back to my country home
Speed me quick for my heart missed it so
For wealth and good fortune I foolishly roam
Now home-bound I once again go.
To the trees and blossom of Springtime
Even to the bare twigs of Fall
Yet even to the frost of a cold Winter’s rime
In the country I feel I am all.
Once I travelled o’er great oceans deep
I saw beautiful skies so bright blue
Yet I dreamt of you whenever I’d sleep
In countryside of lovely green hue.
For much as I love the hill and the ride
And all of the beauty found there
If I couldn’t sense you here by my side
Such bounty would just seem so bare.
So over great oceans I travel once more
I’m heading to you darling dear
My heart it is calling to one I adore
It beats faster as home draws me near.
O darling I can’t bear to leave you again
This journey is the last I’ll pursue
In the country with you, my very best friend
We will live under our sky of blue.
And on days perhaps spent in woods near the lake
Watching woodpeckers , jays and the brambling
We’ll sit by the lake with a picnic we’ll take
Watching lambs in the fields as they’re gambolling.
Our hearts will be full and so satisfied
We’ll walk hand-in-hand by the shore
We’ll play ducks and drakes and watch the stones glide
Who could ever want anything more.
At night our arms each other enfold
We’d lie in passionate embrace
Our love we’d give in manner so bold
And I’d watch your beautiful face.
I’d wonder how lucky a man such as I
Could ever have been so well blessed
Such thoughts would make me silently cry
As we lie in our cottage now at rest.
©Joe Wilson – My beloved and my country…2015
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
Yehudit sat by the pond.
The morning was warm,
sunny, white puffs of clouds
drifted overhead. Benny lay
on his back beside her, eyes
closed, hands behind his head.
She gazed at him. Not sleeping,
eyes motionless behind lids.
Resting he'd say. She took in
his blue jeans and off white
short-sleeved shirt, open necked.
She looked away, back at the pond.
Drakes and ducks swam. A swan
was over the far end. Elegant.
Can be vicious. Suppose they
can be. She put her hands around
her knees, fingers entwined.
Her skirt just over the knees.
Green stockings. Itchy. She
sniffed the air. Flowers, farm
smells over the way, water smell.
She looked at the long grass
behind her. Some months back
they'd been there. She gazing at
the sky, he on top of her. His
hazel eyes, looking into hers.
His quiff of hair on his forehead.
She liked that, the way it moved
as he did. She listening for sounds.
Footsteps in the grass, old broken
branches crunched under foot.
Voices on the wind. Wonder if
we would have? Maybe. Another
time. Too soon. She looked away,
back to the pond. The swan was
nearing the ducks. Circles of water
spread over the pond. There was
that time further in the woods,
dense wood, tall trees, bushes.
Unexpected. Suddenly they were.
She wondering: was this how it was?
He eyes closed, moving in a motion,
entering, sensed him. Her coat on
the ground, cushioning. The tree
tops swaying, his quiff of hair,
clouds moving slow overhead.
She looked at him beside her,
eyes closed, his breathing slow,
but regular like one who dozed.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 5:03 AM UTC
My travel companion:
Hiding behind a mask of deceit
cloaked from each other we traverse this path
we are aware of looming contempt
yet grin as we wait for veracity's wrath
as the hollow smiles have begun to show cracks
at a distance we hear a deafening roar
what could cause such an awful cry?
perhaps the marching army corps?
a fang emerges into the clearing
we instantly know this hellish beast,
the crimson dragon from ghoulish lore comes straight at us charging
we leap, roll and fret
as we scramble the goliath is scarcely dazed
regaining posture, gaping, it shows its teeth that put daggers to shame
spewing embers astray it stands with its nostrils flared
we lose the luxury to exercise restraint
with no resource left to sustain our deceit
we shed our veils and our true form is revealed
swords out, we are on our feet
wind changes direction and smoke starts to shift
moving swiftly concealed in the coal black vapour
two swords enter the drakes scruff
with vengeful eyes a blow we deliver
the ruddy beast falls into a macabre heap
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC
You spoke and
my shell became water
Every expression was a salient stone
Cast from your porcelain mouth
That skipped merrily across the surface of an anxious heart
~aquilla~
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC
I'm chasing the wrong dreams
so I might as well catch them
Wheels on rims
I guess I got to trust them
The game is the game whether I win or lose
I'm sticking to my wheels amid the chants ,past the boos
I'm caught up in the moment
Trapped in the torment
See things don't come fast life ain't no comet
It's unpredictable, won't rhyme as a sonnet
So I gotta be patient,though it stings like a hornet
And it's hard,call it finding a soulmate
I'm going without breaks
Albeit it pours ducks and drakes
Up for the bend, I'll see this till the end
I'm giving hope a chance
And faith another glance
Time keeps ticking, opportunities I'm seeking
Things are loading I can hear guns clicking
I'll do this like an addict, a day a packet of cigars
Or say serial killer,won't rest till I pull some triggers
I was born to rhyme for my time
Wisdom and philosophy is my crime
I see company in solitude
Longitude in latitude and
there's an altitude in my attitude
I don't do this for the sake
Like a hip hop beat for the shake
It's my therapy so like music
many dance to my bullets
And find solace in the sarcastic missiles I shoot
I'm an owl for the night
have no fright when I hoot
It's that scary melody that
might in a day fatten my wallet
It's a sad story to tell
that I see the world as it should be
*And live in it as it is,for I'm swayed
by winds of karma like the trees
But you'll realise we deserve better
when you add twos and the threes
It's just a gamble with words
trying to fix all them shards
I live everyday getting prepared for the worst
Funny when it comes it's like I didn't
Most tines I wish I hadn't but then
Wishes, if they were donkeys all else would ride
Hard to conceal all pains inside
Sometimes it feels like all has died
With only breath surviving having nowhere to hide
But we all know nowhere is such a safe place
And survival's just a game of chess
Sometimes I say things I too don't understand
But then why should I understand when I said them
If I said them I thought, if I thought I sought
If I sought it's from my mind or I bought
If I bought they were cheap otherwise it's the little wisdom I got
They never stop flowing they're like a river
And they're the phantoms in my head silently loud as a weaver
And I bleed them in lines and rhymes as a cure
To the breath of the ennui I endure
It's the greatest terrors on rolling wheels
It's me hiking the fears like rolling mills*
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
We lay
on the grass
in St James' Park
Nima and I.
Beneath a hot sun
and pale blue sky.
Wish there was
some place
we could go
she said
somewhere
we could go
and have ***
Yes wish
there was
I said.
People passed by
on the path
kids played
on the grass
in their childhood
world and games.
Ducks and drakes
swam on the water
over the way.
Remember that time
we had that room
over by Charing Cross
and the landlady
came up
and you opened
the door
in your underpants?
Nima said.
I can't forget
the look
on her face
I said
with a smile.
You still off
the drugs?
I said.
She moved
her head
and stared at me
so far
she replied.
She was back home
at her parents' place
out of the hospital
with the nurses
and quacks.
Bought
that Beatles' LP
she said
looking back
at the sky.
I studied her
rising and falling
******* beneath her
red tee shirt
her hands
behind her head.
Is it any good?
I said
wishing we
were in some bed
not here on the grass.
It's fabulous
she said
played it over and over
much to my parents'
disapproval.
I recalled
that night
in that cheap
hotel room
and watching her
slow taking off
clothes removal.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 7:33 AM UTC