Tuesday, August 28, 2012
A-Zenith
Update: Not a poem
~T
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Bad News
edge over edge over edge over...
--discarded refuse
crunched beneath hot rubber
stuck to flattened double bubble
upon the searing black.
The crinkled paper blew
edge over edge over edge over...
--discarded words
crunched beneath angry feet
stuck helplessly, unyeilding
searing into the mind of the girl.
The crinkled paper blew
edge over edge over edge over...
--discarded message
crunched in fear and pain
stuck in time as real
as the searing black pavement.
The crinkled paper blew.
Just wrote this poem today. I imagined how I could creatively put how I felt about the bad news I received today. There wasn't actually a paper but I imagined if there was a paper with the words that this is what would play out. I know many people can associate bad news with something similar to this. ~T
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Pen and Paper: A Love Story
I shall caress you, making you blush.
I love leaving something of myself
with you, an impression, a vibe...
You know I'm yours and you're mine.
Destined to be together, our worlds collide.
Your pale, crisp, clean skin
the earthy musk draws me.
You, I must touch.
You forgive my blunders, though
they still exist
and yes
this is our first and last kiss
of the moment.
Just wrote this tonight. My mind just started to drift and I said, I need to write. So I did. My pen and paper needed to touch. This is what we got. :) Enjoy. ~T
George Washington
Found a land of amber and green:
There, sun kissed hands lifted and teemed1,
Hills and valleys covered in wild,
A revolution child.
And plush fields ran amuck with donkeys
the loitering fiends2 trailing debris.
Barbed wired, open plains welcomed George's green face.
Where knees scraped and beggars chased the dust and sun.
Nights became day and time became displaced3.
Spread fingers watched it drain down the basin.
But wait! Freedom peeked around the mountains of green,
Light illuminating crimson and black mud...
Soaked ground, eerie, squishing to the pleasant beat,
Shining dull beneath the screaming booms of feet
and mothers wailing for their sons’ stolen blood.
And from this freedom, with ignorance on display
As if, as does4, with shotguns and lions they lay.
A puissant5 dream, left half-forgotten
and the déjà vu6, brushed aside, trodden.
Amongst the chimes and clinks, beds lined with green,
Zombies7 littering and feeding machines:
Within the chaos of these over-ripe coins,
black rivers rotted with the fruit of their loins.
Lackluster8 wandering, beneath the fallen trees
between the melted sand and rusted beams,
the melted pot ready to burst its seams
as lifeless hands raise, questioning George's fees:
Blood of rivers flowed again, stopping short
Demanding, with hammering fists, the court!
The dying fields lay beneath the plows
waves of amber dream again;
when smiles echoed the truth and vows
Hills and valleys, un-tamed then.
Such an innocent plague buried there still,
those green valleys and those steep rocky hills.
ballad chiming like a sheik9
He was an innocent green child
and from his pure white depths he trilled
telling of Antietam's Creek.10
How can I comprehend
the weary and the calm
the epiphany11 that must transcend12
from the tragedy of bombs?
I would change this wretched song!
No red valleys, no boned13 hills!
All who listen will hear what's wrong.
All will declare, Be Peace! Be Peace!
Divine eyes and a fresh green beast;
Do not cage her for the thrills!
Do not close your eyes, keep 'em wide.
For she will cleanse all with her tide,
Her white hands absolving14 our kills.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Silent Words
as my soul is wracked with pain.
Each hint of pity and sneers, echo
in a bloody chamber driving me insane.
Rip me from crown to toe,
the teases, giggles and taunts unheard.
Inside I'll hold tight, my pain won't show.
I know what you think you see.
I hear what you think I couldn't.
You don't know what it is to be me.
Your heartless thoughts.....Shouldn't
be.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
To Hug a Bear
Twas that frightful night,
Twas all alone,
The wind was howling,
The moon shone.
She came running, wild.
Wheat hair did flow.
Stars twinkled in blue
Eyes that fear did know.
Her hammering heart was
Ready to burst.
The wild bear behind her
Sought blood for thirst.
As she tripped and fell,
She heard a fierce growl.
She steeled her heart for death,
Was ready for foul.
But to her surprise another
Bear did appear.
He fought so valiantly,
She had to cheer.
As the first bear did
Sink to death,
She suddenly realized
What she was left with.
She jumped, ready to spring
But tripped by her feet.
The bear was upon her
And their eyes did meet.
The kindness she saw
Confused her so.
He nuzzled at her hand,
Her eyes like a doe.
She reached out playfully and
Poked his nose.
A hearty growl shook the ground,
echoing through her toes.
A giggle escaped her lips,
Floated like stars.
The moon reflected
Wary as Mars.
Were they friends,
Bear and doe?
Or just wild?
Only they know.
My friend asked me to write a poem for him and this is what I came up with. It was fun. =) ~T