Gord

2018-05-11 07:30 am

Rhetoric plastic, poetic, exhausted, flat,
Writing financial, desperate, jotting of man,
Jotting of women, writing like Hopkins' cat.

Knocking, hawking, a life exhausting.
Like a bat, man wishing to live robin,
Honor lacking, yet adapting cotton.
Promises not lacking, action falters,
River flows, close your eyes,
Wake up to another life.

Mary Steffen

2018-04-30 04:42 am

Angels sings
Remember
The glory

The old flame
The old days
Time again

Daydreamer
New glory
A new song

Angels dreams
Sing glory

Gord

2018-04-27 09:29 am

Feelings made up, makeshift,
Ideals for tomorrow racist,
She remarks foundation.
He responds formation,
Endlessly talks mountains,
Flying fowl, howling oasis.

The boy comes around,
Left alone unanswered,
Too late for pounding.
Too late surmounting,
Midnight is the hour,
With a toy box full of clowns,
Breath like oneself drowning,
Her words are like fire,
Counting her countenance,
Even if she implied flowering,
He runs away cowardly, trampling.

Gord

2018-04-24 03:17 pm

Poster of an omen, toking,
Dreaming by a plastic ocean,
Most fast forward, hopeful;
King of post, tasks chosen,
Still lives Midas, hands golden.

Lapland where they dig holes,
Smoke weed and dance poles,
Kings of the foal, antsy, cold.
The older they grow, though,
He loses his power, cowers,
Curses feeling, eats pantry.
Banishes his people of necessity,
Carelessly manages feeble himself,
Paddles the plastic ocean, relieved;
Departs common and flowers nothing.

Gord

2018-04-20 07:16 am

Nickname earning: flight to nursing.
Pursuing blind rhymes eyes dictate,
Spouse filate, being bed-ridden,
Fed paste, lies told too tasteless.

The self irate, then ergo inflated,
A burrowed snake safely slithers,
Within a borough named Richard,
Who lives past the poison sword,
Ego position lord, nails fingerless.

No one wants to die a virgin,
but some are doomed to that fate.
It's a cruel world, I know. Lates.

Gord

2018-04-12 05:46 am

His life a vine, with walls to climb,
A sign of reeds, tall as the ceiling.
It reads: peace on earth, healing.

He easily remarks, needing, tired,
With nobodies hiring he sings songs.
Shouts at the crowd pink psalms, skimmed,
Thinking along, forward and onward;
Successor non, foreign legion stalwart.

His heart a fire, with walls to climb,
Passions fleeting, of paint peeling,
With art to desire, of maxims meeting.

Of dirt green, or fences mended,
Grudge son's, however defenseless.

Gord

2018-04-04 05:14 pm

Poster of an omen, toking,
Dreaming by a plastic ocean,
That most fast forward, hopeful;
King of post, tasks chosen,
Still lives Midas, hands golden.

Lapland where they dig holes,
Smoke weed and dance poles,
Kings of the foal, antsy, cold.
The older they grow, though,
He loses his power, cowers,
Curses feeling and eats.
Banishes his people of necessity,
Carelessly manages feeble himself,
Paddles the plastic ocean, relieved;
Departs common and flowers nothing.

Gord

2018-04-04 04:02 pm

Style lapland, cola,
A black knight broken,
All they dig is holes,
No pause.

I'm tsarnov of the rhyme,
I'm Midas of the pot,
With time running out,
And Race not lost.

Gord

2018-04-03 07:08 am

Lemons lie, apt,
Lime euchre too,
Not unlike jazz.
Timing foolish,
Notation tulips,
Rhythm moonlit,
Foregoing movies then beauty.

Routine flows like gravy,
Poutine without cheese,
Potato man, Potato head,
But smell bueno,
She relents.

The Sophist

2018-03-26 08:06 pm

Sheep are brainwashed fools
Blind to truth within the truth
Put jade coloured glasses on
Undistort the view

Saw it in your neighbourhood?
Call in to the news
Heard your neighbours arguing?
Call in for the troops

Acting as we're wise and old
Ladies on the stoop
Nag and nag and nag some more
Until all is good

Sheep are awful neighbours
Imagine if you would
To baa and baa and then
Be still misunderstood

Verbalised

2018-03-17 05:19 pm

I awake
Still tired
Drained by hollow ambition
Of late I'm uninspired
I seek transition
Longing to create
To be great
But instead
I wait for tomorrow 
But it never comes
So I follow tradition
With a bitter admiration
I take comfort sharing
Giving, caring
For those who just take
To let them feel great
I carry this weight
In my thoughts
And my dreams
Until I awake

Verbalised

2018-03-17 05:16 pm

It hits me like Nostalgia
That I cant recreate 
The times we had
The way I felt
A sense of belonging, of purpose
I believed in a prosporous future

It's now I realise
The things we did
The times we shared
How I felt
Came from how you made me feel
That's what I remember
It's you that I miss

Verbalised

2018-03-17 05:15 pm

I never took the time to see
What couldn't be seen with just the eye
And now in vein I search to find
A second chance to say goodbye

Gord

2018-03-16 05:24 am

Time stalls to leisure,
Confessor endeavored professor,
Tribe withdrawals.

Possessor mind primal,
With Fentanyl,
Addiction prideful,
Cites exciting asides.
Skies rifled,
Cities get an eyeful.

Mary Steffen

2018-03-09 01:34 am

Day dream
Visions 

Love goes
Chaos

Happy
Today

Gord

2018-03-02 07:30 am

Quiet relationship, then gating,
College failed in relation.
Poems tight, metaphorical like,
Similarly quiet, gait penned.

Scholarship not pellet feed,
Lettuce where the fences meet,
Where the parents meet,
And fight over simple weeds,
Lifestyle and personality like.

Gord

2018-03-02 07:08 am

She lives for tomorrow, folding;
Sight static, fight fantastic.
Not matters you, me, or belief,
Our forevers spent grieving,
but of a might, life traveled.
Snapping, chatting of pictures,
Scared of the aperture, focus,
Not the fools and hocus pocus.

Yang sits riverside singing,
What a life quaint, dyed.
Painting faint inner lies,
Things remissed never vied,
Another sister left behind,
Another brother lost to time,
Benefactor earth,
Loss to files, binaries,
Tyrannies, buying, surprises.
Redacted is worth,
Prose, everything vibrant.
Observers know of likeness,
Sequel to the Mona Lisa,
Pious only to feeling.

Gord

2018-02-28 12:36 pm

Lyric, I write divine,
Chorus determinism.
Mind fine but life grand,
Guitar a work of vine,
For too few seconds,
Then bent to sand.

Humorous religion,
Reception mad alive,
Forewards and artistry,
A life pious. Mine.

Flounder only eaten,
Soul aptly designed.

Father, I write of lions,
But only of your will,
Type defined, candid.