"seive" poems
Wisper, because time
passes so quickly.
Wisper for fear the clock strikes
one too many
The hours like sighs
rob us of our moments
the good, the bad, the indiffrernt
I try to hold you .
Like the seive holds water
Through my fingers you glisten
you glimmer, you disappear
Time, time, my elusive one
You make my life appear
like a dream I hardly dreamt
You are going, you are gone
Of all the sunsets of my days
I'll remember but a few....time so dear
So unpalpable
You are gone
Colette Anne Naegle
copyrights
2006
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 4:29 AM UTC
I came to this place on two broken
Knees.
Six words said: Can I have a drink
Please.
They are not that expen-
seive
I believe I can deny my carnal
Needs
I know even wizards can
Bleed
Profusely some Gods speak languages
Falsely.
And certain people speak but stare
Blankly.
Layman's terms: the majority is
Lying
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 5:44 PM UTC
not got poetry within me...
have searched and sought,
found only dry bones
and hollow whispers
mirages to a soul that sighs.
mirages to a soul that cries...
bones that clack and clatter,
whispered words that natter
and scatter and dissipate
....at an alarming rate
my ear aches, my heart aches
and those bones, do break...
and shatter
mirages drift, mirages drift...
as i sift and seive a tired mind,
yet no poetry do i find....
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
Blinded by fake-ups and look-sees
Brainwashed by surgeries and fakeries
Withheld by ridiculous ideals
Restrictions aided by societal feels
To them she was an outcast
But she was my Aphrodite
They could jest all they wanted
But I was taking home this deity
To remove all the tussles
Seive out the floccs
Solve all the puzzles
Open my Pandora's box
Whatever I found I wouldn't fright
Rather I think I'd take delight
Take me oh seductress to your chamber
Of your soul I'd love to be a member
Where they saw flaws I saw beauty
I saw angels doing their duty
They thought what I saw microscopic
I thought their primitive minds myopic
This strange creature unlike any I'd seen
Had pulled my heart and tugged at the seam
As she tore it open all I could find
Was I was a goner and I didn't mind
Her beauty had left me mindless
My entire being insentient
I could all but do her bidding
To this I was very willing
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
Soften the membrane
of Creative Thought
not the memory taught
Let the Seive of Osmosis
relax into action
not the pounding thought
but the Natural Draw and Release
Ease into Ideas
and construct a Tidy Bed
a Cleared Desk of Concentration
an Operation of My Dreams
Structured
as a Part Within
The Worlds Form
Rightful in place
and Marked Out
then Mailed Out
When Ready
Make me A Use
that I may
In Simple
Create.
© Jon Thenes 2015
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
I have a love/hate relationship with morning,
And not for the reason you might think;
No, I have no problem with alarm clocks
Or early jobs, cold breakfasts,
Or the grogginess only cleared by a cup (or three) of coffee.
No, I have a problem with literally waking up.
On days I wake up without an alarm clock,
I hate it. Well, hate is too strong a word;
Really, it's bittersweet.
I swim up towards consciousness
From the warm depths of sleep.
I float on the strange, ever shifting barrier of
The dreamworld,
A silver sea rippling with black and white reflections,
Hints of rainbow.
My brain is trying to tell me something,
I'm sure of it, if only I could
See the message for a bit longer.
There is one moment,
One single, tiny, brief, glorious
Moment
Where I know that I'm dreaming.
My dream-self is warm and fuzzy and
Right in the midst of an imaginary...something,
And I know that this instant is all I have left of it.
I strain, focusing all of my real-or-not energy
On decoding whatever it is that I can't quite see.
I revel in the mysterious firing of synapses deep down
Within my brain, forcing pictures of
Life
Onto eyelids that have never seen
The bright-hued portraits
I hang before them.
And I won't be able to think about it
Until that last, final instant,
I try to keep it with me like water in a seive,
But I cannot stop myself from floating up,
Out of Dreamworld, off the surface of the pool,
Away from, from..from....
It's gone.
I can't picture it anymore as I am
Inexorably dragged up towards my life.
I wake, eyes flashing open.
Heart pounding.
Out of breath from my struggle to
See the other side.
A tear escapes from the prison of lashes.
**** I was so close this time...
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC