A Gambol Song

Beneath our hungry shore

between life and grass

more skin blossoms.

Leap off moon–

man is wild,

a gambol

song.

* My latest submission for the great gathering of international poets known as One Shot Wednesday. Short but sweet, and more than little cooky to more than a few of you, I’m sure, I give unto you “A Gambol Song”, my latest bit of free verse.

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Master or Mastered?

Master or mastered

youth drinks the twilight’s streaming—

spreads arms as wings in

fluttered flights

dreaming.

Never seen Mountains

Keeping to a “short but sweet” theme that seems to be overarching my poetry this week, I give you a Haiku. Enjoy:

Never seen Mountains;

the inner is higher than

without: nothing known.

 

Posted in conjunction with the Thursday Poets Rally.

And by the by, as a part of that, I nominate Kavita! Read any of her stuff. You’ll quickly figure out why.

Take a look at Yourself

The last couple weekends I have managed to be amazingly out of town for both Sundays, so I haven’t so much kept up with my quotes of the week. Shame-shame on me. So today, I’ve got a couple for you all that are aimed at your own self. Enjoy:

“We only become what we are by the radical and deep-seated refusal of that which others have made of us.
Jean-Paul Sartre

“Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.
Aristotle

Also, if you get a chance, pop on over to One Stop Poetry for One Shoot Sunday, to see a piece the wonderful Leslie Moon wrote on me and my photography. It was a great little interview.

If only for a little while

Those who ever seek to see
will never bring their thoughts to be.

Those who always claim the highest peak
but never give their lives to seek,
will never live beyond the meek.

Those who always strain to hear
but never lend an open ear,
will disappear, unable to persevere.

Those who swim within a sea of dreams
but never bathe within reality’s streams,
will never feel the sunlight’s beams.

Those who will forever wait
and always fear a change of state,
will always bear eternal weight.

Those who always wear a thorny crown,
but never seek to break the frown,
will drown, in their own renown.

And those who always smile, never life beguile,
will be happy, if only for a little while.

* For The Thursday Poets Rally, Week 29.

Ghost in the System

There is a ghost in the system

Everywhere I look

Eyes, following

Faceless arbitrary

Being

It walks the lines that blur

Humanity from itself

Wears our skin, but

The mind is pure

Know the spy

That lurks

Behind

Surround yourself with empathy

Strictly emotionally speaking

It won’t know the difference

Creatures not withstanding

Between you and I, two in

One, imitation profound

They may take our

Bodies but they

Can never take

The Soul.

* My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another.  Enjoy!

Existence of Convenience

To Think

a Will

not unbecoming in its being

a presence

Manifest

Unwilling Man still feels

the Breaking

rush

coursing through black Unwillingness

to Think

Then

if I cannot will thought to being

Nonwilling stands

Resolutely

Renouncing willingness of being

Thought collides

Beyond

this Existence of Convenience.

My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another.  Enjoy!