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.
Master or mastered
youth drinks the twilight’s streaming—
spreads arms as wings in
fluttered flights
dreaming.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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!
Life demands Action
But living is Reaction,
And Death is the Answer
To the greatest Miscalculation.
She smiled at Nothing
as Music stirred Creation;
Nothing smiled back
as Destruction stalked her wake;
Love stirred in the space between
their sinuous dance.
* To hear it: Creation and Destruction, by Chris Galford
Black waters dripping from a lonely tower,
The watch fires long since died.
Crumbling bricks betray its tale—
Its friends have long since passed it by.
Grasses overgrown, it stands secluded,
Cut off from the world beyond—
Weeping as a child in the bitter night.
A stray mouse prods the rotting mass—
The tower crumbles down.
Another vivid memory
Has faded into dark.
The Waking Den 