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The Raffish Ruffians
Life's a party held for your good measure
For spoiled rotten brats who lives with ease
Still hoping to steal more family treasure
Picking fruits from a basket as you please
What causes all you lost souls to suffer
Existing in a world so filled with strife
Can you think of any streets much tougher
With people who don't value their own life
Once happy playgrounds now filled with anger
Ruled by bully gangs looking for some fights
Like watching neon signs flash with danger
With sirens and strobing red and blue lights
Stumbling home drunk after dark so raffish
Can be so proud of the life you lavish
For spoiled rotten brats who lives with ease
Still hoping to steal more family treasure
Picking fruits from a basket as you please
What causes all you lost souls to suffer
Existing in a world so filled with strife
Can you think of any streets much tougher
With people who don't value their own life
Once happy playgrounds now filled with anger
Ruled by bully gangs looking for some fights
Like watching neon signs flash with danger
With sirens and strobing red and blue lights
Stumbling home drunk after dark so raffish
Can be so proud of the life you lavish
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
Red Light Districts.....Gangs..Violence....everywhere !!!Night Waits On The Prairie
Seconds wait on a clock awakening
Some hours will end before my night is done
Working, thinking, just making a living
Rest only comes with my mind on the run
Faraway coyotes howling their jive
Rest does not come as slow moon arises
Waiting, watching, trying to stay alive
Care only takes what caution surmises
A cry in the wild followed by silence
Hungry predatious eyes gleam in the night
Resting, sleeping, now safely in my trance
Time is quiescence 'till day comes to light
Everything is moving and staying still
A newborn calf a'tasting nimble will
Some hours will end before my night is done
Working, thinking, just making a living
Rest only comes with my mind on the run
Faraway coyotes howling their jive
Rest does not come as slow moon arises
Waiting, watching, trying to stay alive
Care only takes what caution surmises
A cry in the wild followed by silence
Hungry predatious eyes gleam in the night
Resting, sleeping, now safely in my trance
Time is quiescence 'till day comes to light
Everything is moving and staying still
A newborn calf a'tasting nimble will
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
Trying to imagine a life of cowboys watching over a herd of cattle at night on a western prairie.Mountain Glory
A fallen tree spans o’er a gurgling brook
A shiny creature ‘neath streaks rainbow hue
Around swirling eddies finds a safe nook
Hiding in the foam and froth oozing through
Each careful step light on feet I approach
My huddled form crawling down on all fours
Closer and closer as I dare to encroach
Cautious for a shadow stay on the shores
Now with a much practiced flip of the wrist
Cast away line tied to bright feathered fly
In an instant jerks its head with a twist
My line goes taut in the blink of an eye
Quickly I reel in towards the closest shore
A fabled mountain brook trout I came for
A shiny creature ‘neath streaks rainbow hue
Around swirling eddies finds a safe nook
Hiding in the foam and froth oozing through
Each careful step light on feet I approach
My huddled form crawling down on all fours
Closer and closer as I dare to encroach
Cautious for a shadow stay on the shores
Now with a much practiced flip of the wrist
Cast away line tied to bright feathered fly
In an instant jerks its head with a twist
My line goes taut in the blink of an eye
Quickly I reel in towards the closest shore
A fabled mountain brook trout I came for
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
Under the rich green canopy of a mountain forestIn a twisting, gurgling stream one may find the ever
exclusive brook trout.
Sonnet La Forest
Am not alone in whom life seem forest
Condition abound in which diversion occur
With no other choice rather to concur
And give reverence to force in the highest
Once in forest to silence I observe
With sound of birds all in my ear
And wild predators all here and near
Thus my strength now all in reserve
Camping in forest to vigilante I remain
For erecting a tent now a work
And my survival now a luck
For I am inflicted with a means to contain
As obtain in forest so thus life
For all I thread is means to survive
Condition abound in which diversion occur
With no other choice rather to concur
And give reverence to force in the highest
Once in forest to silence I observe
With sound of birds all in my ear
And wild predators all here and near
Thus my strength now all in reserve
Camping in forest to vigilante I remain
For erecting a tent now a work
And my survival now a luck
For I am inflicted with a means to contain
As obtain in forest so thus life
For all I thread is means to survive
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
This is just an attempt to give sonnet a shot.Spirit Walking
When walking aimless down an old dirt road
My restless soul drifts away like a cloud
Desperate to lighten my weary load
Fleeing troubled world of the disavowed
Afloat the birdsong and chirping crickets
Weaker and stronger coming and going
Sweet berries growing wild in the thickets
Gently leaves rattle in a breeze blowing
Castaway my soul drifts from it's mooring
Not aided by some confined moving hull
Such freedom won is very alluring
Escaping vagrant thoughts outside my skull
A slow and quiet journey down this road
Where my spirit floats and lightens my load
My restless soul drifts away like a cloud
Desperate to lighten my weary load
Fleeing troubled world of the disavowed
Afloat the birdsong and chirping crickets
Weaker and stronger coming and going
Sweet berries growing wild in the thickets
Gently leaves rattle in a breeze blowing
Castaway my soul drifts from it's mooring
Not aided by some confined moving hull
Such freedom won is very alluring
Escaping vagrant thoughts outside my skull
A slow and quiet journey down this road
Where my spirit floats and lightens my load
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
I am embellishing the sense of a vagabond hippie (my alter ego) taking a journey down an old logging road only experiencing what nature comes along his path and allowing this nature to nurture a weary soul and freeing some spirit to walk along with me ....
Memories (Lucy's challenge)
The hilltops covered in pristine white snow
Sunlight glistening off silver tipped peaks
And yet nature’s beauty does not show
As much elegance as your body speaks
The corners of your mouth rise up to smile
A light in your eyes brighter than the sun
All the time spent in your arms so worthwhile
A magical feeling compared to none
I capture moments in my heart to save
To hold me through times when you are not there
For your loving touch is all that I crave
When life’s priorities leave none to spare
So now I sit with memories in mind
Waiting to create more of the same kind
Sunlight glistening off silver tipped peaks
And yet nature’s beauty does not show
As much elegance as your body speaks
The corners of your mouth rise up to smile
A light in your eyes brighter than the sun
All the time spent in your arms so worthwhile
A magical feeling compared to none
I capture moments in my heart to save
To hold me through times when you are not there
For your loving touch is all that I crave
When life’s priorities leave none to spare
So now I sit with memories in mind
Waiting to create more of the same kind
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
I have always struggled with the sonnet, but can't resist a good challenge.Border Wars (A Kickit Challenge)
A thousand steps walking a crooked fence
Meanders across a craggy rock strewn field
This boundary only makes little sense
A clumsy border to keep one's eyes peeled
Tufts of grass ring the badly cratered ground
Jagged shards of twisted steel lie in rust
Only a monstrous waste of life be found
Threads in between the warring tribes of trust
If only glory could walk a fabled past
Across a barbed and razor sharpenned wire
Would anyone give hope for peace to last
A much better reason for a cease fire
When borders cease to create a barrier
Indeed the whole world becomes merrier
Meanders across a craggy rock strewn field
This boundary only makes little sense
A clumsy border to keep one's eyes peeled
Tufts of grass ring the badly cratered ground
Jagged shards of twisted steel lie in rust
Only a monstrous waste of life be found
Threads in between the warring tribes of trust
If only glory could walk a fabled past
Across a barbed and razor sharpenned wire
Would anyone give hope for peace to last
A much better reason for a cease fire
When borders cease to create a barrier
Indeed the whole world becomes merrier
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
Inspired by Kickit's openning line...which happenned to be fortuitouspentameter for my fav sonnet style....my poem envisions a disputed border fence as a symbol of mistrust....
Back to Earth
So fair and fickle as a full grown child
Youth is captured in your radiant smile
A name you chose to become more styled
Is masking what you've been known for awhile
When fame and fortune replacing your soul
Is not something you ever consider
Why wonder why life is out of control
When you sell life to the highest bidder
The limelight glows on the stage you enter
For turning back is out of the question
A spotlight shines on you front and center
And accounts for your manic depression
When fame sets you apart from the masses
Time to take off those rose colored glasses
Youth is captured in your radiant smile
A name you chose to become more styled
Is masking what you've been known for awhile
When fame and fortune replacing your soul
Is not something you ever consider
Why wonder why life is out of control
When you sell life to the highest bidder
The limelight glows on the stage you enter
For turning back is out of the question
A spotlight shines on you front and center
And accounts for your manic depression
When fame sets you apart from the masses
Time to take off those rose colored glasses
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
Just be yourself for goodness sake because you'll neverfool anyone trying to be somebody you're not.
To a Lady.
Through many a fertile glimmering glade,
far removed from life's harsh noisy throng,
with noiseless art, gold sandled made,
She, in whispering time, gracefully glides along
sun-filled hours in vitues soft velvet purse,
floating floats, like meandering streams quiet sigh,
that mocks the cynics uncouth social intercorse,
where dwells dishonour in tunnelled visioned eye,
She, unknown to guile, walks in beauty of the soul
amid slumbering stars and 'Elysian Fields' lush lea,
bestow love's love, away from waring man's control,
thus riches of the heart, flourish in her sanctuary,
this love, cupped where soft breast's ever wean
each new sprung dawn, with flowering hopes unseen.
far removed from life's harsh noisy throng,
with noiseless art, gold sandled made,
She, in whispering time, gracefully glides along
sun-filled hours in vitues soft velvet purse,
floating floats, like meandering streams quiet sigh,
that mocks the cynics uncouth social intercorse,
where dwells dishonour in tunnelled visioned eye,
She, unknown to guile, walks in beauty of the soul
amid slumbering stars and 'Elysian Fields' lush lea,
bestow love's love, away from waring man's control,
thus riches of the heart, flourish in her sanctuary,
this love, cupped where soft breast's ever wean
each new sprung dawn, with flowering hopes unseen.
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
A sonnet to the best of womanhood.Some Summer Eve
Take a beachside stroll on a starlit night
Under canopy of a silver moon
Walking along with your eyes gleaming bright
Thinking of a good harvest coming soon
Given to me these long days of summer
When many fragrant flowers fill the fields
All around the boathouse lights will hummer
Thousands of hungry moths with shiny shields
Gently the tall grasses bend and quiver
Rolling along like waves of golden grain
Standing near sparkling waters deliver
Brightly burning fires ringed in stones remain
Wonder a warm night just to sit and gaze
For all the beauty of life does amaze
Under canopy of a silver moon
Walking along with your eyes gleaming bright
Thinking of a good harvest coming soon
Given to me these long days of summer
When many fragrant flowers fill the fields
All around the boathouse lights will hummer
Thousands of hungry moths with shiny shields
Gently the tall grasses bend and quiver
Rolling along like waves of golden grain
Standing near sparkling waters deliver
Brightly burning fires ringed in stones remain
Wonder a warm night just to sit and gaze
For all the beauty of life does amaze
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
Much scenery and nature on the edge of our lake with the moon and stars all ablaze...rising over so many mountain peaks on a summer eve....New England.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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