Gord

2021-05-20 07:02 am

Of doubt, other mouths,
A beautiful house,
External grounds,
A pattern of sounds.
Steps: Drum sets, 
Words abound their flesh,
Head in the clouds.

Kyle Schlosser

2021-05-15 07:54 am

Lady Luck please don't let me down,
I got three more months till I leave this desert town
Here I sit up on my post keepin the wolves at bay
They may think their top dog here, but now they are my prey.
Lady Luck please don't let me down,
You've got me this far, two months till I leave this ol shantytown 
Here I walk on the prowl for snakes down before me.
With each step I take I clear the ground behind me.
Lady Luck please don't let me down,
Just one more month til I see my ol home town.
Here now I fly high so I can look for danger up ahead.
My badge of courage now soaked red,
Lady Luck why'd you let me down,
Now I lay six feet underground.

Melissa Davilio

2021-05-14 05:40 pm

a tom cat
in the shadows
elongated claws
outstretched to
capture the silence

Melissa Davilio

2021-05-14 05:36 pm

sun
rising
in the sky
breathing to life
the stark silhouette of the horizon

Melissa Davilio

2021-05-14 05:29 pm

The creaking of the pines
elicits icy shivers,
like steel fingers
raked upon a naked spine,
pine needles quivering
like jagged splinters
jabbed into desperate
thirsty veins

Slivers of pain,
slices of sorrow,
glimpsed through the gaping cracks
between the bark,
as stark winds whisper
then wail
weaving twisted tales
of ennui and despair

Oh, the horrors they have seen
while the sun giggles and gleams
from her corner of the forest
peering from her perch
amid the heavens,
her cackles seep into the earth
to settle
among the dirt and the decay

As the emerald canopy
leads the lost souls astray
through the labyrinth
of decomposing leaves,
corpses cast off from the trees,
disrobing before the fastidious eyes
of their maker,
undertakers laying out their palls
for the weak and broken to bear

Gord

2021-05-14 04:19 am

If one could fly away,
Where could you go,
Besides the sky to stay?

If one could bike,
Cycle into the skyline,
Left foot fine, 
Right foot aligned,
Thoughts fill my mind,
The blind can read it.

When you were fine,
and I took the time,
When you were mine,
I looked life away.
When you're five,
You say goodnight,
and you hope the same,
for your final days.

When you lie awake,
Were the choices you made right:
My private plane,
My rightful place?
My silent rage.
She says you're mine,
To another guy, 
Would I mind?
I mean, I made no complaint.

Gord

2021-05-04 09:32 am

Bob haircut got published,
Bizarre letters, smudges,
Writ incompetent failure.

Box cutter and razors,
Bomb shelter,
Protect me from fears of, 
Awfulness and strangers.

I don't believe in the merits,
Photographer spouting nonsense,
So are the product of his labour,
Nonsense: the popular translation.

In the end I saw nothing.

Gord

2021-05-03 02:19 am

Ire infinite, by ignorance 
Life is not made by appearances,
Science fiction or analyzing images.
Ironic it should be so definite:
Want of intelligence, talking skeleton,
In the end an experiment of my own.

Wind instrument requiring discipline:
With a single word thy kingdom learnt,
Like a little tiny recumbent bicycle,
Not even big enough for one person,
For certain, mine is life livable,
But is the danger really worth it?

Gord

2021-04-30 09:56 am

No matter where, more savage men,
They know end, Lord knows them,
Nothing but storm and unrest.

No pants, unkempt, 
But at least yourself.
One could fly to a moon,
To talk flags in the end.

miherseed

2021-04-27 11:03 am

the santan dew crawls      out of the stalk
if you break it apart                    from the bush
suddenly it burns                           brighter than dust

small grand doors                            tiptoed to kiss their frames

held by hinges,                                        but try to reach north

alas, their fates                                         are back and forth

there’s a somnolence                            to homes that are not yours

holed with metaphors                             you never explored to tell

your throat is for similes                      or possibly something else

i wonder                                          if wells hear wishes
or if they are mere echoes       of aired fulfillment
perhaps that’s why              the well water 
only gets to             see the sky

even if i bury my fingers beneath the soil, i am no root. 
even when i draw lines on the sand, i make no shore.

Gord

2021-04-23 09:07 am

I write of simple, financial issues,
Career moves, Careening doves living.
Writing of her dimples; 
I can forgive, no substantial dispute,
Education isn't a standard issue,
Like flies striking a civilian,
What little I know I know little of,
And even that I misuse.
An Odyssey of nonsense words, I write,
Simple, my peers peer my finger works,
Writhe in vigor, like flies in flight.

Gord

2021-04-22 10:50 am

Once in a life event,
Arrives by themself,
A winding stare, 
Polite requests, tired guests,
But the knife is there.

Apples cut and left to rest,
Places wood, transcend self,
And hope the place is good.

Gord

2021-04-16 04:35 am

Last living lemming,
No house to live in,
No Chandeliers;
Next exhibit, Next exhibition, 
Spoke of past tense in English,
Fluent in other languages;

An Eccentric Mystic, 
Poetic Lyrics,
and their beginnings;
One carves caverns,
Of all manner of rock,
What matters of master?
The afterthought. 

Gord

2021-04-09 03:34 am

If I were a kite,
That could fly away,
with my only child, 
Or decide otherwise,
I think I would stay.

lynn

2021-04-01 11:42 pm

sycophantic silhouette
stalks into the room and
the woman who casts it brings death, immortal doom
she bids disguise fall when the man sees her through
never a dame, but bluegreenbrown eyes, same as you

you, who lives their life by ritual, routine
will never see the cold, red blood or the glistening sheen of
sweat on the brow of a new, soft corpse
or the embers of the flame that drive you north
your cadence keeps you pliant, your rhyme bids you no further!
what drove you to this, to poetry, to murder?

as the blade bids adieu through the back of his skull
and the red of his head grows increasingly dull
and the light bleeds out of the sword in his eye
‘any woman can see him orgasm, but how many see him die?’

Gord

2021-04-01 05:58 am

Care, while one died,
Hairstyle the brides, 
Yesses, I am fine,
Guesses, lies:
Cries like a child. 

If wishes could wish,
What would they provide;
A Blameless life,
While men drive the spikes,
Wishing to see eye to eye.
Again like a child.

Shapeshifter

2021-03-26 01:06 pm

Down the river, ebb and flow
Movement medicine, the way she goes

Directional breath, inbound out
Cease to dam, no time for drought

She is the tide, low to high
On her ship, sailing by

Wicked waters, serene seas
Sunrise, sunset, peace and ease

Floating to sea, where im meant to be
Accompanied by my higher self and me

Turbulent tides, channel open wide
Facing facts, letting go of lies

Dolphins diving, staring in my eyes
Sonic translation, opening my mind

A tug on my leg, 8 arms wrap around
Octopus arrives, leading me astound

Magical moments, divine intervention
Messages come through intuitive intention

Coast to coast, sailing away
In the depths of myself, I find the way

Tshering Wangchuk

2021-03-26 07:51 am

BELIEVE IN...
Believe in the efforts you put,
Surprising will be your output.

Believe in the prayers you make
This lets your conscience awake.

Believe in the smile you display
Happiness shall form an array.

Believe in the help you provide
Your problems shall remain aside.

Believe in friends you trust
Your friendship shall not rust.

Believe in the seeds you sow
The yield shall be simply a wow.

Believe in the words of a teacher
His words shall mould your feature.

So believe in yourself above all
It's human software, all must install.

© Tshering Wangchuk 🇧🇹