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Homespun Labyrinth2 years ago in Free Verse

The Beautiful VoidI saw another world last night, with beauty which made me cry.
Every sound and smell and sight I saw, too perfect to deny.
Melting honey, warming rain, paper sunshine and singing clouds.
Standing alone but never lonely, no fear of angry crowds.

I sat beneath the swaying trees and laughed with sunny stars,
hearing wordless words around and watching flying cars.
Soldiers hold no weapons here but forever hold their wives.
In this world there is no war and everybody thrives.

I asked the faceless Father "Wherever could we be?"
He smiled at me and answered "In perfect harmony.
Where all are equal and none shall fear, where every child is The Beautiful Void3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

sporadic and homespunsporadic and homespun
nomadic and lonesome
           a secular vision
all thoughts are my own
           a secular vision
           a secular vision
nomadic and homespun
our thoughts are my own

our thoughts are my own now
my thoughts are now yours
as in ours for the taking
sporadic and homespun
            a secular vision
            a secular vissporadic and homespun9 months ago in Haiku & Eastern

Homespun HurtSpinning, falling, laying down,
My heart unfurled upon the ground.
Letting go, It all comes back,
history, memories, things from my past.

Life is hard or so they say,
although I cannot tell you whom,
yet like sheep, better still donkeys, I hear them bray,
As they follow those that care not.
As they follow to their doom.

A thoughtless herd, society,
or so it is in my mind.
Caring for only one thing:
Themselves, time after time.

Me, I lust after something more,
I lust, I do indeed.
I hope and pray, that one day,
My soul shall ever be freed.

Until that day, that day of blessed release,
It seems I remain bound here.
Trapped inHomespun Hurt7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

homespun or homosapien?kickballs and mints and mince
mice meets might
it's all nice on ice all right?
but don't slight me
im always most modest about my mouser
for trouser's sake
homespun or homosapien?
up my blouse, please
or just take it all off, justesse
but dont take off
until youre firmly seated inside all passenger planes
it's plain geometry, man
giggles my faceplant's fancy
quick, ride the bagel
bye bye, special spacial
space skull's simmering wild
so smilehomespun or homosapien?6 years ago in Open

Homespun Poetry to Start off 20135 months ago in Free Verse

summers child

catnip and lilacs
sour little strawberries
the same sunburned red
of our summer skins

hiding out behind the gate
in tall grasses
little kittlings pounced on
earthworms and grasshoppers

sunflowers and garden stones
honeysuckle scaling heat
to bind imaginary lions back from
leaping off the balcony

old burlab sacks on yucca
rope swings, reaching up,
embraced climbing trees
and we pretended at croquet

sprinklers and sparklers
tented summers
where whispered words led to
disbelief

because always waiting were
those patient darknesses
and there, cobwebs under the eves
were comforting

soft and sticky spiderwebs
soothed ansummers child10 years ago in Free Verse

Cypress TreesIf Cypress trees have Cypress knees
Why should they stay? They'd run away
And leave their lonely swamps behind,
And see what walking trees can find.
They'd plant themselves in a happier place
Where they can see a smiling face.
And if trees walked and I could see
Maybe they could carry me. Cypress Trees6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Sanitythis, although not capturing the right amount of its subject, is one of my favorite of the poems i've written. I was thinking of rewriting it, but it ended up more as a totally separate poem that would have the same name. i did with this as i do with many of my other poems. i sit and i write, eventually forgetting the subject and just writing what comes to mind. so my poems flow, but not the right way. the flow in the crazed set of my mind maybe, but a lot of times my poems make no sense to other people. they're good poems, but they drift. thats just how my mind works. you can tell its a poem i really mean if im drifting to other thinSanity9 years ago in Free Verse

HomespunI never thought I'd feel like this
At my age. I thought by this time I'd be
truthful and tactful,
Occupied by things like ungrammatical sentences
and barbarous, unpolished writing.

Instead of that it's like childhood again,
imagination flashes though my flesh as it did then,
Leaving me frivolous and depraved and wondering
What happens next? Will people think I'm eccentric
with my hair engineered and salvaged, though craftily obtuse

Why can't I reconcile myself to proper behaviour
And dance more becoming to my age?
My mother did, and lived in celibacy
Or did she? I can't believe she ever felt
As I do now, but how would I know reaHomespun5 years ago in Other

HomespunChildhood memories breeze by
The nostalgic taste of tantrums & tragedies landing on my tongue
I breathe in the scent of dust and laundry soap
Bathing in the familiar smell
Pressing my hands on the fogged up bathroom mirror
Remembering desperate attempts to see my face in the high-hung piece of glass
Fond smile at jammed rooms
Full of toys & clothes & half-dreamed hopes
The paintings I never knew the name of-
Yet they still lined my wall beside hand cut pictures of favored animated characters
Sweet light peering through the window, the one that always hit my face just so and abruptly ended my slumber
Bouncing on an old mattress wherHomespun2 years ago in Visual Poetry

Homespun TreasureThe moonlight from that night lies
In my pocket cradled between
The warm silken softness of your skin
And the gentle scratch of the blanket,
Surrounded by a potpourri of
Musk and dust and oaken floorboards,
Wrapped in a bag of midnight sky,
And tied with a ribbon of laughter.Homespun Treasure9 months ago in Free Verse

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