Gord

2020-09-08 02:23 pm

I stayed at the Cambridge,
Apples on the table, bliss,
They can replace it.
I am brave and amazing,
Plus I stayed at the Cambridge,
Framed paintings of swiss,
Along with playthings,
Replaced daily.

Gord

2020-09-01 04:48 am

A little boating, hidden motives, 
Net cast far and wide, rod and line, 
Bits of fishing where the hook is life,
We are the bait and our path decided.

A single holding, hot and high, 
One's Lifetime amidst the roses,
A river flowing, ascots and wine,
Single toll trip last night, no guilt. 

No guild and no scrill.
No landmarks or sites.
Gifts of civil clothing,
Met with concerning eyes,
In the yards at night,
Burning, the whole thing.

The inner coding of my heart of little noting,
A bit of doting, conflicts of the coal bin,
Am I composing, or composting with silicosis,
Wasting away my time with simple nothings,
Served of cold beer unnoticed with business going.

Steven Delvin

2020-08-10 12:32 pm

Rejoice O' Dear Pilgrim's
Steven Delvin Mututo Muturi

Rejoice! Rejoice!
My heart sings.
It's proud,quite a revolt,
Overwhelmed by high spirits.
Best better made choice's_
So proud of this feeling-
As not one can default_
Of all it truly seeks.
Fighting the wars,
merely won on the past_
previous Escapade's,
On the truces of truth.
Stands firm and tall,
Relatively all along.
A positive mentalist,
A determined mindset,
A humble individual_
Highly dedicated
And fully determined
Having negativism eradicated.
Despite how it all looks,
Sophistically complicated
I have all my wills,
Precious bills to be initiated.
A focused soul.
Doing the best to shake off,
All the shackles of darkness
Profuse dark need's_
No Hope mentality,
Out of our every human borne
Off the transgress,
Of life's worst enemy's,
That kill's hopes in life.
On very self individuals,
I try to wipe it all out
Erasing all its crooked details_
Engraved wildly on many
A blurred people's life.
The negatively emotional
Wrath stained life's invoice
Much a strain to many.
Just dearly,do hear my voice.
As in your personalised mails,
I will send some by the rails
Tagging along recorded clips_
Mine own recorded voice
Blended with messages of hope
The best percussionist's theme
With a perfect rhyming scheme
With a Hope streams beat sets
A perfect blend rhythm.
Rejoice!
Oo' ye' Brethren.
Son's and Daughter's,
Of the very Most High.
Let out your faint sigh's,
Relax your panting,
The gulping gasps,
And rest all your worries-
Along the wicked fears,
To the reign of the supreme
On the kingdom of the Most High,
Our Holy God.
Lay off,Yours all earthly burdens
And soar again-
As a new soul,
A new being_
Divinely borne
Blended in Holiness's.
Cast out your eyes
And settle them over,
The glittering sigh post_
With glittery letters of Gold,
That's so clear on sight.
A message of Hope,
To us all-
So loosen your grips_
And firm holds off the ropes,
That tags,drags along
The petty dark burdens
Of our own pretty pasts.
Embark on a Divine journey-
The very new noble course,
And progress with pilgrimage_
An affirmative programme,
Cruising mast vast mileages
Crossing many boundaries,
Past many a villages,
Across the horizons,
Preaching the Gospel.
Touching along lives.
New hopes,new things
Great achievements
And magnificent endeavors,
To people's you truly spell_
For a new life-
All can spell,
Walking in new Grace's
New righteous traces,
To the very far end..

Gord

2020-04-21 07:02 am

On and on,
Although my hands, they shake,
Play with plants, on steaks,
How am I to find my place?
How am I to file down pane,
File down pain, or file alone again?

My violin is made from wood and string,
My heart is filled from blood for simple things,
Like dimples and rings,
Like a simpleton's dreams.

Lynn

2020-04-07 10:57 am

the bedsheets, striped linen, rumpled, unkept
the jar of half-full change on the nightstand
the dollar store notebook full of dated dreams
the bible, still lying in the nonfiction section of the bookshelf
the lavender curtains, billowing in the cool spring air—

I forgot to close the window.

the cat meanders in
after his nap in the blue blanket still draped
over the armchair, he stretches big,
jumps to the east windowsill, and tracks a cardinal, pupils blown wide.

parting is such sweet sorrow. (2.2.188)

Gord

2019-12-03 01:34 pm

Like a hurt cardinal, bandaged,
Perhaps again it flies perverse,
Perhaps times himself per verse,
Per second, per lurch, per word;
Managing his time it finds a perch,
Challenging himself, flies the world;
Flies and bugs no more,
Pecking the spine it eats a horse,
Like a fuhrer pardoned, seminal, 
Perhaps one finds it not so curt,
Curtsies, words lies, Lord survives.
"I would make gentle return,
Messiah of none, I arrive,
Time to waste no more."
It hears but fury, speaks short,
"Perhaps past such things were worse,
Such meaning in verses,
Supple leanings of wings of worry,
Speckled and shiny this rock is yours"

Gord

2019-11-07 09:07 am

Misunderstood lyrics, Reverend,
Had you not asked of my kids,
Or the loved ones I cherished?
Thorough I write my kinship,
Kingship, flagship furlough,
No science to write myself,
Is it just lies of unknowns,
Just lies, unknowingly,
Trust dying in fun foals,
Or stampedes around the field,
Not Informed of where they going?
Can God even hear a man when he moans,
Does he cover an ear, hope and pray?
Does he occasionally call things gay?
You misunderstand my intention,
No questions ponder foolish in heaven,
God's gift could be enjoying the stay.

Gord

2019-10-17 12:16 pm

Asparagus, are you aspirant plus,
A spare, or pair of gloves, 
Au Pair, in a pear of groves,
As parallel was, as it will grow,
Outrageous, as pairs will go.

Beans of green fielded, ate,
All the others upon my plate,
Clean, of childish readings.
Late, all the others,
Plate clean of childish things,
Like television and admirings.

Gord

2019-05-22 11:52 am

Sweet embrace of love escaped,
How long lights will last aflame,
Heeps of stages that covet fame,
Heeding their point I remain articulate.
Speeches and praise, coveted things,
How long am I to pass the gates?
How long until I simply fan a flame,
Heaven's healing to mask my pain,
Silly feelings of life taken,
Sweets in case, Shoes in case,
In cases, vases,
Caskets and drinks,
Shelters underground,
With food just in case.

Gord

2018-11-14 07:13 am

Wisdom, do anything for love,
One cannot administer feeling,
Smoking trees and tending buds;
Ashore a flood, Amore my love,
Shores complain not of fumbles,
Nor bees of bumbles.
Horse contained not by hurdles,
Nor flees or humbled.
No fleas or bugs, or jungles.
A girl, reserved forever, supple,
Personal, plain, non functional,
Is she a butt joke, or punchline?

Regret, or spend time a spindle,
Two too many, to twine a stick,
Rope simply frayed on four ends.
Portend of trouble, 
Poor tend to nothings,
Their lovers forever troubling,
Who casts shadow twice a valley,
Humble?

Gord

2018-08-21 11:26 am

Friends spoken to be millionaires paid,
Mind hopeful, experience bar full,
I'm hoping to get a millionaires pay,
Friends along with, interiors vague.

Though rhymes alone do not denote caste,
They are like paste, or a paper,
Clinging to the things we wish to frame.

Like metal rods with a magnet lace,
I walk back to my original place.
Pens broken and arms folded in front,
Mind hopelessly lost of useless knots.

Life like a lark, but come too soon,
So hopelessly lost, inside of dark,
Heart fought and hard fought,
And eventually the daybreak comes.

The Sophist

2018-07-27 09:32 am

First there is clay
No meaning to a name
Strangers will pray
Friends prey on their loved ones

Some things will change
Some feelings can last days
Some people say
Sometimes it's the rainfall

Feet upon the asphalt
Back making friends
Now who gives their own heart?
Hatred instead

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

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.

The Sophist

2016-08-22 12:00 am

Heart Aches
Mine too
No matter what we say or do
Outtakes
Passing by me
Passing through
Outpost of the things I knew
I'll post about it 
Just to view
Last daze
Or maybe two
I'm sure that I will think of you
Darker days
There shines imbued
With brighter light of deeper hue
I sing
Though out of tune
Of hope this light will shine on you
Show us where we lost it all
Show me if your love is true

Mary Steffen

2016-07-03 12:00 am

Times of your life 
Tomorrow a new day
You may slice things with a knife
You have your own say
Always forgive
Do everything to live

James Williamson

2016-06-09 12:00 am

Crystal eyes. 
By:James Williamson 


Pierce through me 
with your crystal eyes. 
Look deep down to
my shame and 
to all things hidden. 

Allow me only my breath, 
Inhale and exhale. 
We will test our limits, 
as perspiration on my face 
begins to glisten. 

You are my lonesome 
shadow, the dagger 
between my breast plate 
causing unforseen pain, yet
If pulled out results in my demise. 

So look deep my dear
past my darkness, fears 
and hatred.See my heart, cradle 
it so maybe it will become like you, 
vulnerable and crystallize. 

Justan Mitchell

2016-05-03 12:00 am

Blue Beyond The Grey

I sit and wander as I wonder what will the rest of the gloomy, yet blue beyond the grey may bring my way. 
I hope to be like the eagle with fully spread wings. 
And with rain, hail, snow or earth quake I'm ready to challenge what challenges the day brings. 
And I think she might like me today. 
And tomorrows mystery will be the adventure of it's time. 
The things I must endure others have endured by my many mishaps for over 30 years. 
So I'll be patient as I sit here and wander, 
wondering what the rest of today's gloomy, 
yet blue beyond the grey, will bring my way.

Justan Mitchell
Dangerous Soul Life