Gord

2020-01-31 06:42 am

You decide policy valid, 
I speak my minds eye,
Ballad, Badland or Ballet. 

Poet's poet, is the port a port?
Is a court a'court? 
A beer is a beer everywhere in the world,
The port stays the same side of the boat, 
Afloat a float, 
Giants snort and stay the same size, 
Slay the same flies,
Lame in their reprise,
And their coats too short. 

Gord

2020-01-30 08:02 am

A trial by nonsense, to no ends,
Sweet Rolland, give me your hand,
Give me your head,
On my shoulders rests another mans.

Poetry Terms

2020-01-27 07:36 pm

Honey Bunny, oh honey bunny, you are sweet as honey. You make my toes curl with your kisses. You make my heart melt each time you look at me. My, oh my, how did I ever get so lucky?

Poetry Terms

2020-01-27 07:32 pm

Before you my heart was empty. When you came into my life, my heart became full with your smile, your life, your sense of humor. Man, you know how to make my knees tremor. You are the reason my heart smiles.

Gord

2020-01-24 07:18 am

She says with her eyes: I am gone,
Evil days begone though.
Friday I am home,
Peace be with you, they say some words;
"Does a partridge purr?
Does a catalogue write itself?"
Words themselves can be like a cone,
Until one meanders about the dwelling.
Lonely girl, what do I know?
Is not the world yours to sell?
Would Lucky keep a sword or bow?
Would she emblazon her chest,
With Lions, giants, family crests,
Sayings of young exuberance,
No room for the later lessons.
Spear and shield,
All you need is God's help,
Divine wealth, stature,
Time and a long winter,
Along those lines,
I feel you'll get better.
No sous vide or fried Kelp.

Gord

2020-01-14 04:33 am

Power, in the form of a word,
Flowers in the form of the world,
Cowards, in the form of the word,
Towers of form, of the world,
Yet so far from dirt,
So says the eyes:
If one wrote a novel,
Bible or implied shorthand,
It would be in favour,
Such is the land.

Gord

2020-01-06 06:44 am

Idle never boasts love,
Just passing number lines,
One double double four;
Pass grapes divine tor,
More sunlit they bore;
Pi simple, three point one,
Four.

Regnam

2020-01-05 03:16 am

Winter seemed to never end,
I was standing in the rain.
What is dead will rise again,
to be lost to another raw cycle.
We were dreamt up bare in the frigid cold,
with only tears to shed.
We were pale bodied lips tinted red, 
patiently standing by for seasons end.