"elided" poems
It were perhaps too good to preen,
This thing, this much elided stream,
To rest therewith, tremulous ream
Of thoughts forthwith from misery.
Let not the beggar hear my words:
There is no hope in timely dress;
World it cares not for men deferred
From caring press and relatives.
Too much it cares for common things,
A word said soft, need not for pain,
Yet broken in its gleaning thoughts,
Suff’ring not well deserved stains.
These things, I say, they cast a sea
Before dim eyes, make blind men cry,
Rob their sight, ev’n in sight’s drought;
This I say, casts little more t’me.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
The grind
Facing the wall again, deep awkward and painful staring at the floor
Tittering a laugh, cruelty unintended but the long grind of waiting
The stucco church, solid near the bulk shop
He started earlier than the rest and they never could catch up
He left earlier as well.
Where to turn?
Well elided turns makes a lazy talker, yes m'am, no sir
Carry over from prior months, a horror thick with worry
Fish swim no more here, Auriole has been called home
And the child she took from autistic streets rakes thoughts together
Rugged ones hardly expected success from the slower one
Well, surprise.
Stone
Baking rays, in the shade we climb
The spider said to the vine: how art the tidings there?
Be told unlike, the searcher's dream wilts slow in a postbox
The chart burns, and discrepancy marches again.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
The Winds serene Embrace beneath the Sun's deterring Gaze
As i watch the sunset and its rays glide across the tide
To my side my lover watches with me, our hearts elided
with nothing on earth, not even thunder, could rip us asunder
To know a force greater than any other power, tis my Finest Hour
Nothing could turn this moment sour, a day our souls imploded
In the infinity of the sunset, we go forth without regret
As we sit frozen time, free from any feeling of crime
As I look across the boardwalk, to the Girl at which I Gawk
She turns to look at me, and i see her face
Only then do I realize, life never was a race, merely a journey to this place
Under the boardwalk, just my love and I, The look in her Eyes, says it all
Love's Victory March
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC