created by : deviatedspectrum, monsterofNone, lapietra, bealeblues

Rules: poems (different varieties), no consecutive posts

minute by
minute we crawl
towards precious victory
for us, for our friends and families
for Gilda, for the art form
for glowing health
we've arrived

are we there yet? :)
Just a little further, now
to horizontal

Oh what a big mess I've made
through the piles of detritus I wade
in muddle and muck
I'll need a big truck
Or perhaps a well-placed grenade

There's less than one hour to go
and energy's gettin' real low
so we'll stretch and we'll wiggle
and fev'rishly giggle
and drink one last cup of joe.

twenty-four hours
hundreds and hundreds of posts
and several sore bums

scars
on skins, on
souls, on hearts
trace an etched portrait
a communication
to remember
for now

a Tribute to Grand Master Ze
a Mighty Creator is he
many folk he inspired
his works widely admired
for their humour and cre'tivity

a small purple slip
patent leather mary janes
very little else

look at how far we've come
tho' at great expense to my bum
my eyes really burn
and my stomach does churn
but it's been a great deal of fun

night
advances
and moves past
the moons phases
my love wanes
and drifts
to rest

How I love to walk in the sun
watching the moving little buns
stepping lively on hot sand
dancing over the scorched land
Chase the tides of the summer sea
while I sip on frosty tea.

How I love to walk in the snow
out there where the huskies go
just avoid all the yellow
and all will be mellow
soaking in the frosty air
with sparkling snowflakes in our hair.

How I love to walk in the rain
For reasons I cannot explain
Drops of life that caress my face
Washing the pain from every place
It's mirky stain removed from my soul
A quiet cleansing of life's every toll

chattering small birds
sing to my emptying heart
notes of cold dark sleep

rusty sound
of my mind creeping
showling towards its final stop
a painful reckoning of things in the past-
things i try to drown and put away
creak in the clear night
though i never sleep

still haven't finished my breakfast
And all these thoughts still race
They prod and they poke
They smuther and choke
I guess of caffeine I should drink less...

desperate to go
anywhere but here or there
but rather just now

see me
wilted, fading
bending to time and
wind, blowing from the sea
reaching up to touch
a thought of you

pour into me, slow
confirm the thoughts in my mind
fill me with your yes

beef jerky, hash, and potato chips
typical fare aboard sailing ships
doggie dishes are okay too
just watch out for the doo
and amuse yourselves on our little quips

patience
a slow caress
waking the fires within
engulfing me to ashes and smoke
softly touch skin to skin
and tide washes
over us

morning
blurred to me
in slow long streaks
dew drop stars
torn in slivers