An Australian song for a tragic timeTRAGEDYAn Australian song for a tragic time4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Across the Great Southern Land the seasons change
The spring now past, the long summer comes
Hot and hotter, temperature now thirties, forties
Forest and grasslands drying fast, fuel to burn
While to this tinderbox land, tragedy comes searching
For something new, new vistas perhaps,
Yet to incite the anguish its presence brings
Exaggerated sorrows, and grief to many
So crouching now, this fearsome thing
Gazes round, until dramatic change,
Ever hotter, a fierce sun acknowledging now,
And so the land burns as the great fires return
Raging, roaring, respecting nothing, none
Flames lick high, higher, smoke, and cinders fly
Changing weather, threatening, fearsome
Burning the land, consuming, threatening all
Nothing stops it, incensed, turbulent, hot as hell
As tragedy stands, dark and bitter, ashen faced
Torn and blackened,
Five's a CrowdA Saskatoon year is not symmetrical:Five's a Crowd4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it has five seasons
stumbling into one another
toasting timeless acquaintance
is grey and tan
a folded old woman
a stalk of straw in her gravel teeth.
Limping, smiling and wet
from between Winters supermodel thighs
she stains white legs
damp cigarette butts and chokecherries
knotted in her grove of hair.
Yet we smile
we only feel
her forehead warmth
Don't Hate the RayDon't hate the rayDon't Hate the Ray7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It only did what nature told it to
It was grumpy and felt threatened
So it took the only action that it knew
Don't hate the ray
What it did was only natures way
The ray is still a beauty of the sea
A creature to be respected and conserved
By folks like you and me
But most importantly
You'll find this to be true
Don't hate the ray
Because Steve wouldn't want us to
In summer we all burnThe summer is coming,In summer we all burn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear the beach roaring from here,
can see shirts hung over shoulders,
sunglasses, arms round waists,
can feel the earth's purrs,
pollens tossed up at us in fanfare.
Ants are walking over me
because we're sharing a tree together.
Back to back, we're trying to
make our winter's pallour a warmer shade.
Is it some sort of personal sign
when you let your shoe-tongues fill with tan bark,
when it's driven you mad your whole life?
Or when you eat ice-cream in public (the sticky
fingers a mere afterthought)?
These trees though, they're not changing.
I can't help thinking they
All Our FaultWe swallowed fireflies,All Our Fault3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
watched them become
red esophagus lights
on the way down.
We pulled off wings of fairies
and cut them into tiny
We blew up
the stars, the moon
and then, and then
There was no longer
enough light to guide us
in the night.
The swanThe swan2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A love swan heart
forming in a shallow
river water an
See it glide in the
moonlight with an
armful of white
across the stream.
the seed greeted the asphalt -the seed greeted the asphalt with surprisethe seed greeted the asphalt -6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
, said it was set upon by early morning winds,
that they came from under the bridge by the bay,
rose up and turned like a freight train down the street;
ignoring the stop sign completely, causing an early commuter
to lean into it, squinting. discoloured leaves
rushed to fill its absence, falling over each other,
it said the heavy mass of pure air hit with such momentum
as to shake it off deliberately, making it a helpless
and unwilling hitchhiker for some 20 metres.
For a Crow on a Telephone Wirebeing black is oppressive,For a Crow on a Telephone Wire9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ballast in a body that should not
sit so elegantly on a flimsy wire.
lines should tense or bend
beneath your weight, but you have bones
formed of wind
and ride on things less dense.
Little old lightbulbLittle old lightbulb,Little old lightbulb7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all burnt out?
A twist at the neck
A twist at the neck
eliminates doubt -
little old lightbulb?
All burnt out.
The Lone WolfThe Lone wolfThe Lone Wolf6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He bounds through the forest
Searching for companionship
Moonlight glinting in his eyes
Howling with the anger in his heart
A lone vagabond
Wandering the world alone
Glaring at the hateful stars
Howling at the laughing moon
Stops and listens
The souls of those past
Join him in his search
Forever guiding him
Never leaving his side
There Was a Storm TodayThere Was a Storm Today10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The palms of rain and soil applauded as they met,
twisting their fingers to knot a streaming brook.
Lightning followed, pounding its fists against the smoking sky,
While gusts of wind erupted; raindrop fireworks.
Mist began to swirl above the steaming pavement-
(reminding me of those winters by the lake so long ago.)
The puddles chased the passing storm to clear
the dusted streets and wash the trees of poor habits.
Again the lightning flickered, like a dying silver bulb
swinging by a string in some attic from the past.
The storm exhales once more to retract its mighty arms.
And so the afternoon awaits the sun to press her fingers
RunawayRunaway2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sunlight and shadows
wink and wave
as you loosen your
grip upon her hand,
fingers slipping to tips
to a memory
to an ever increasing
thin sliver of air;
cool air and space
without a kiss goodbye
or backwards glance,
amid the cool golden wood
a place where
low in the sky,
spu t t er
glistening graceful raindrops
AutismAutism.Autism5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My definitions for this word are:
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)
Attention Defesit Disorder (ADD)
I am cursed with autism.
I am confused whether my thinking is normal or not.
I am the only one.
I see teens with incredible thinking power.
I see science everywhere.
I see sin.
My mind carries no common sense.
My mind can never come up with the right words for me to say.
My mind is imperfect.
I repeat real life events I see over and over in my head.
I concentrate on hatred passed to me from other people
Glowing EyesGlowing Eyes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Awake at night
Hiding in the shadows
Ready to pounce
Looking out at the meadows
So majestic and beautiful
So full of life
Dark as night
And as sharp as knife
She watches you
With glowing eyes
Beneath her paws
The victim dies
She shows no mercy
And no fears
'Cause she knows all
For all she hears
Our WorldOur World4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take a breath of fresh air
Let it out slowly
Savor it while it lasts
Because all the fresh air is going.
into polluted clouds of smoke
Soon when you take in a breath
All youll do is choke
Say goodbye mother earth
And all her living creatures
Apparently our dying environment
Has not served as a teacher.
All the endangered species
Harder and harder to find
Well its time to stop searching
Because theyre all about to die
All our childrens futures
Are vanishing with our world
There wont be anything to live for
For next years boys and girls
Our world will be lifeless
SleepSleep10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a tsetse fly
drinks its next meal
the sun, newborn crying,
is sky ilk
a maze of feathery canopy;
the Bandundu forest,
gives birth to a
litter of bananas-
grass covered savannahs,
stubborn windblown maize
to the river, where
water walking fish farmer
casts a drowsy eye
on a school of tilapia
playing in his bamboo den;
a kihuta viper opens
its razor mouth
while decadent sockets,
hanging by swollen neck,
as he is carried to the garden.
like an old antelope
pulses, waiting to
44443890a country road444438907 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is splotched and bruised
with autumn slush,
the remains are warm
and simmer patiently -
in the distance,
a cluster of geese
Sorry I was born a PitbullDear owner please don't hurt meSorry I was born a Pitbull7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I truly didnt know
that chewing shoes and licking your face made me dangerous
I'm sorry I was born with a jaw that is so fierce
and then the BSL came and said that we are all
doomed, for something SOME pitbulls might do.
And some things I NEVER did.
I'm sorry my mom was a pitbull, and I'm sorry dad was too.
but if you ban my breed now, who will be there to protect you?
There won't be any rotties, or bulls of any kind
regular dogs not brave the dogs who cry and whine
Please help fight the BSL for they're blaming my whole breed
as well as other bulls and rotties who have even helped pe
Paradise...Paradise...10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I walked lonely and lonely on a silent street
Saw empty benches where dear ones meet
Underneath were impressions of invisible feet
Tenderly touched by the cool breeze
Heartily greeted by nodding trees
Oh! I was like a guest to a land of love and peace
The daffodils in yellow
Looked up and said hello!
I was standing in a meadow
Basking in The heavenly glow
Eternal bliss as far as the mind could go
Like an enchanted audience in a cardist's show.
The leaves so mesmerizing like the spades of cards
My joy now equivalent to the thirteen hearts
Clear water falling like diamonds
I felt like the queen of my club ready to co
crow comes courtingresplendent in a black glosscrow comes courting2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of feathered robes...
crow's morning clicks of courtship
echo through downcast mists that
bead upon bowed shoreline willows
and genuflect in the wake
of his purposeful strut
one hesitant step before the next,
his head cocked this way and that,
listening as distant ticks
message back a reply-
the visage of his agenda
suddenly unfolds in a wingspread
that lifts above a watery canvas,
the guttural sound of pulled
stitching sends love notes receding
into estuaries, and ripples
where tadpoles skip and dart
beneath lily pads in the random and
rapid blink of each tiny vortex
Mississippi Jar FliesThe air is thick and warm in the Delta.Mississippi Jar Flies4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It oozes down our lungs
as we sink down on to the levee
watching rice fields begin to shimmer.
A lacy wing of orange light
flutters on violet and trilling song.
And the dragonflies
dart and dance as little emeralds
to the tempo of twilight.