Ode

Tracking Marimba
Autumn is an earth-based Broadway. I enjoy the show: bronze, crimson, golden-trimmed trees- captivating backdrops with many a fine actor, singer, dancer, entertaining me. Apple orchard pickings, red stripes, blush, yellow-green- Fuji, Gala, Honeycrisp, Golden Delicious- I eat it all up. Romping squirrels, spiraling leaves, wind-scattered chestnuts, weather shifts, pumpkin patch surprises-- jackolantern galleries in intermingling oranges- they all meet my heartfelt applause.
By Alpha Man12 months ago in Poets
2 Different
We don’t live in the same America. There’s the one they built on paper, and the one we built out of survival. Theirs has inheritance,
By Cadma12 months ago in Poets
France, 1914
Where the songbirds fly low and the wildflowers grow, there's a peace that echoes through the land. Trees of pretty patterns, blossoms fall in spring, grass never was so green though the nettles, vipers, sting.
By Mel.W12 months ago in Poets
A Steady Glow
At first, I don’t believe you’re real Though I want to more than anything You've always been just out of reach But now I see you, tempting
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro12 months ago in Poets
Black and Blue
The eerie blue glow of ballgames and shows, most places I go, in every bar on my road. It intrudes and though my eyes elude
By A. S. Lawrence12 months ago in Poets
The Streetlamp in Paris, Near Passage Dauphine. Honorable Mention in Lantern Light Challenge.
Tonight, a glint from rain reflects your lonely lilt of light, diffused in pearl-like half-dream, on a single street violinist
By Teresa Renton12 months ago in Poets
lantern
lantern Why do you glow when no one is around From where is the call for light on this path that is not yet and perhaps will never be
By Josh Smith12 months ago in Poets
Beautiful People
Beautiful people Removed from their land By God’s hand They were forced on to someone else’s land They took their stand
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
Lighten up, Shakespeare
In the dark musty streets of London town A man scribes in blood, under a link boys glow. Capturing crowds, with mad princes and clowns
By Simon Aylward12 months ago in Poets
Selena, Mother of Night
Selena, Mother of the Night,I come brimming with fright,Oh, Keeper of Dreams, I am undone at the seams.Each morning the sun chases you away,bringing forth another dreadful day.Your daily banishmentis my ritual punishment.I beg of you, linger in the sky,may your beacon never die.Keep the sun at bayand the daywalkers away.Those living life routine,are a blemish on the unseen.Fools of days mundanitydrain me of my sanity.I kneel before you on this darkened eve,praying that you never leave.Keep me, beneath your holy poweras the solar sheep all cower.My pale and powerful goddess, hear my plea.The dark will stay, so mote it be.
By Tales from a Madman12 months ago in Poets
The Shadow of your Spirit
Little chirps float into the air As my little black kitty prances around A butterfly flutters by Kreature bounds after it
By Tanya Leij12 months ago in Poets
I am a tree
Born in the dead of night, they're gone, Beyond anyone's grasp now. Their family tree - its roots run deep — Beyond anyone's grasp now.
By Sun Bee12 months ago in Poets