"paver" poems
SNAKE
cold blooded adapter smooth in its capture, venomous to those caught in its rapture
CATERPILLAR
ultimate evolver unique in every state, to cocoon and assimilate into a new creature at such a fast rate
OX
lifter of the heavy, for the weak there are plenty, paver of new roads that bring prosperity to many
RABBIT
soft to the touch we all wanna pet usually are to fast for anyone to get
PIG
plentiful is the swine for weak is their mind created for slaughter what a sad lifetime
IGUANA
all I can think is Mexican radio a snake with legs smoking **** in 80's videos
OSTRICH
a bird who cannot fly makes me wonder why such a big bird won't even try
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DOMESTICATED
over time becoming content living in a situation not originally meant
OBEDIENT
submits to authority biding time as a follower till own goals become priority
GROWL
slow rumble from the soul an intimidating stare with a glow, with a Grrr! everyone will know
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
A Milestone
Should not be a millstone,
Weighting your Spirit.
Rather, a stepping stone
Buoyed in the water of life.
Used to keep you
Above water
As you bridge the gap.
Milestones should not
Be millstones.
Rather, paver stones
Used to mark your path.
Where you've been.
Where you're going.
Forming a pleasing pattern
In the Earth to gaze upon.
To excitedly anticipate.
Milestones should not
Be millstones.
To grind you down
While you continue to grow.
Rather, gem stones
That glitter with the light
Marking the Blessings
Along your path.
Milestones are not millstones.
Unless you see them that way.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC
teardrop stone
arrowhead mother
copper-red veins flecked with crystalline dust
[iridescent]
[irrelevant]
you are just some fat piece of flagstone-
broke off corner of some stone paver-
seated in an empty flowerpot beside 30+lbs. of rusted chain in an old screwtop pretzel jar
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 12:17 AM UTC
I am the road-paver,
I am the stone-setter,
the aimless wonderer.
Not a second glance
as I lay the manse,
but not a chance
that I receive praise
for this golden runway
on which you will parade.
But, how lovely is she
dancing content, so free,
she makes it look so easy.
I'm not one for pride
but dance shoes worn and dried,
yet only given a small aside.
I am the road-paver,
the stone-setter,
the aimless wonderer,
don't mind me, I'll just be
keeping quiet,
because I know better.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
It's often the weak
And seemingly frail
That find themselves thirsty
Beyond the pale
The gutters churn under the strain
Blood rushes down through city veins
The streets ablaze with tinted moonlight
Devoid of any flame
As gods and heathens burn the same
The hearts all pumping without aim
No lungs to fill, and yet still choking
On the meat we flay
The needle drops
The records play
Everyone stops
Praying that the day might break
My iron rusted
Hinges combust, dusk bled
Swung open portal
Stifling chortle I open up
Progressing slowly
In soul or sprit
But running fast and flowing
Over strewn corpse cobbles
Harbinger paver, larder baubles
Stocking lye
Stalking eyes, new crime
Commit to the violence or ****** die
Perish inside then out
It's no use gasping or
Grasping
Stranger clout
Each new version a variant curse
Every cursed being awaiting rebirth
New age swift death
My time is little, I have **** all left
Gliding abreast
The beast glisten already
Peeter out slice and grip
My jowls are aglow
Siphoning light from the sky above
The creatures of the dark sky rip
Beneath my leather
Each new stab a death blow
I feast
**** them all
I rip out their ******* guts
And mash them
Flesh blood and bone complete
Cycles though my very being
Tearing rending breaking
Everything
**** these dogs
The heart of the city
A drum
Plucking tendon
Plucky young thing
My weapon is serrated
My steel is ****** already
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 5:42 AM UTC
the curl of your wing drew
me in with the muddy tips
and gilded shafts, no contrast
against a parchment yellow sky
your skin a creamy sand that shone
with the heat of the sun and oceans below
oceans filled with galaxies, for the sky is
ever day and the sea is ever night
you visited me barefoot on paver stone
white clouds of dust between my toes
i could feel you with me always and yet
nary a word was spoken to soothe me
you cradled my head in your hands and
held me close as i sobbed over all i missed
and you pointed to the sky and assured
that the galaxies there were kinder than the sea
as you pulled the copper from your neck
and placed it around mine, i felt the sting of
stardust on my collarbone. it left a scar the size
of my future and you frowned.
the earth below shook.
i felt it in my teeth.
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 4:10 AM UTC
A traveler's best worst friend, -
A path paved with round questions.
Endeavor worth of an attempt,
To dive without hesitations.
Crawling doubts went to the dickens,
For today he made up a draft.
Only maybe his thoughtful believing,
The onliest gift that he ever got.
New ideas got their innings,
They are better than before.
Many choices to begin with,
Does he know what they are for?
Mindful state eventually is winning,
And seeker ends up being a paver.
He knows the end is only a beginning,
And road he built will lay forever.
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC