Random Allegory Poems (898)

Visions of the Goddess have danced in my head
She writhed and twisted as if I had her abed
The shock of awe was nothing to dread
She has filled my dreams as water on the “bled”
Now her magic fills me in her stead
Leading me onward where cowards have fled
Lading me with verse no others have said
For the gift of her blessings my life I’ve plead
To share this bounty even after I’m dead.

I'm never cute,
nor adorable,
nor sexy,
nor sweet.

I'm not lithe,
not graceful,
not slender,
not luscious.

I'm a gambit,
a tease,
a quirk,
a mess.

I'm an option,
an enigma,
an embarrassment,
an icicle.

I'm me:
Complicated
Messy
Giving
Confused

Entertaining...Enduring...Everlasting.

“hot”

popcorn
soft porn
ear rings adorn
her ears

murder by straws
in-laws
dog paws
carry mud & fleas

prostitutes
business suits
mental institutes
house them sooner or later

osteopath
psychopath
you do the math
keep the change

what’s the cure
no one is sure
anyone pure
cast the first stone

May your horse always guide you
May your saddle fit just right
May you count your New Year's Blessings
In the wondrous stars so bright

May you ride in peace and safety
Wherever you may roam
May you drink when you are thirsty
The love of Heart and Home

May your inner sense guide you
When the path becomes too steep
For the Good shepherd watches over you
Just look for the light and leap!

August’s knocking with rain at the pane – soon it’s school once again,
Soon it’s autumn and yellow umbrella – time to early get up.
Burrow face into these rainy torrents, streaming down the pane in a current,
Take this all the way as it is – nothing more to expect.
Burrow face into these rainy torrents, streaming down the pane in a current,
Take this all the way as it is – nothing more to expect.

It’s just autumn, don’t fear, don’t fear,
It’s just autumn and showers from morn.
It’s just autumn and twilight’s at eight,
And playing of wind for the thirteenth time.
It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time,
It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time.

Don’t be sad in the fall when remembering summery days,
Past the one year mark, well you know, they are back once again.
As it is make a friend of wet weather, of a gloomy and gray rainy daylight,
Let alone those cold drops on the windows on autumnal days.
As it is make a friend of wet weather, of a gloomy and gray rainy daylight,
Let alone those cold drops on the windows on autumnal days.

It’s just autumn, don’t fear, don’t fear,
It’s just autumn and showers from morn.
It’s just autumn and twilight’s at eight,
And playing of wind for the thirteenth time.
It’s just autumn …
It’s just autumn …

It’s just autumn, don’t fear, don’t fear,
It’s just autumn and showers from morn.
It’s just autumn and twilight’s at eight,
And playing of wind for the thirteenth time.

It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time,
It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time,
It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time,
It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time,
It’s just autumn …

Accross the expanse of time she
calls to me..'When my love'
How long before the lonely nights
find us in loves embrace?
Mere words shall not dry my tears
til flesh and bone meet flesh and
bone
'Til then I search the skys-

Traveling the roads of destiny
many surprises to be found
each leading to some new beauty

Some journeys taken most blithely
for exotic places we are bound
traveling the roads of destiny

Fabulous sights from balcony
of spires and ancient battlegrounds
each leading to some new beauty

Journeys some take with ceremony
for new places we are now bound
traveling the roads of destiny

Paths reach out in disharmony
the right one has to be now found
each leading to some new beauty

Some of them full of tyranny
the awful silence of no sound
traveling the roads of destiny
each leading to some new beauty

Today
Today, I put some earrings on
I may color my hair,
Hide the roots but
I cannot hide my roots
What roots I have are not in
Any specific place
But they are always
With me

I could get in shape
Change my shape
Change my job
I can alter my looks
Camouflage myself with
Clothing and occupation
I can continue to try
To be someone else
But that won't change my roots
And what I have grown to be

She's just a kiss away from
Heavens gate
She's just a smile I've
Seen through a glass
Darkly
She's bone of my bone
Flesh of my flesh
An epiphany of my
Forgotten dreams
She is a thousand
Years of my souls
Thirst
Beckoning me to
A world unknown
She whispers healing
To the last wilting
Flower of my soul
And can set my
Foot on streets
Of gold
She speaks softly
From beyond the
Stars
She lives within
The veil of life
Her throne was
Fashioned in the
Courts of valor
In the crucible of
Blood and passion
She is often heard
Lamenting in the
Fires of her longing
Tears
And though her sobs
Of mercy is known
To few
And her outstretched
Arms broken on
A cross
Her name is whispered
In every handful
Of dust
She is called
wisdom..

Cafe

she was crying
in the sea
unloved and worn
she spoke to me

her heart and boards
were long ripped out
her diesel engine
left in doubt

yet I heard her
heard her true
in her estuary
of blue

I spent a fortune
on her hull
I slept beneath
the dawning gull

weeping wounds
carved by years
open sores
wept salted tears

a friend helped me
with her coat
a rising tide
lifts every boat

and I rescued her
that year
out of wet rot
out of fear

yet twas she
who rescued me
with my work
upon the quay

less days
to think of you
my retro thinking
hours few

the odd bewildered
passerby
would enquire of me
"Why?"

this dishevelled
bearded man
eating something
from a can

I thank the thousands
that walked past
who saw her place in life
as last

they failed to stop
and read the signs
they saw no beauty
in her lines