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Where beauty lies??
I see them daily,
The trees...
Smoothly waving their giant arms at the passers by.
Shedding off what's wilted,
Waiting for the spring to stop by.
I observe them everyday,
The birds...
All flocked and frisky.
Soaring up high,
Never dwelling in envy.
I see them, the stars...
Who never seem wry.
Happy with their brilliance,
Lighting up the sky.
I see them dai...
Thursday 25th November 2021 2:02 pm
Us
Once a few million years ago, in thrones were the giants
Herbivorous, carnivorous with razor sharp teeth
They wore no precious jewels nor clothes of silk
They hunt their fellows for food, oh the roaches seen it all
The world metamorphosed, puny organisms born
Rid of feathers and razor sharp teeth- 'harmless' they thought
Even roaches pitied the new guests
Among lions and tigers, t...
Thursday 28th October 2021 5:18 pm
Roadside Wildflowers
I hope the stars
Always twinkle for you.
I hope the flowers
Always bloom for you.
I hope the sun
Always shines for you.
I hope the moons
Always bright for you.
I hope the sunset
Is always your favorite color.
I hope your ocean’s
waves are always calm.
I hope your river
Always runs true.
I hope the rain
Never lasts too long.
...
Saturday 25th September 2021 6:33 pm
Twister
a vacuous gunmetal dervish spins
column of swirled perdition
howls like Bedlam let
loose foundations
yanked uprooted–
–stare deep in
its eyeless
last face,
hypnotic
swirls
the
streamers of graphite sky curl down
like monstrous wiry arms
war of the world
deceptive in
appearance
weak;
insanely steady its fickle
course, this berserker balls
voracious with revolving
maw inhales...
Friday 5th February 2021 4:00 am
Autumn's Last Leaf
Today's poem is brought to you by the letter F!
Hanging on in there
From green to golden red
Delicately fixed
By an axil thread
Then freed of
This fusion
By a forceful breeze
Moment arrived
To flee from
It's tree
Fluttering past
Admiring glances
The final show
So now it
Dances
Then falls to
The ground
Having proved
All it's worth
...Monday 23rd September 2019 1:31 pm
Limbs
The trees are flesh made.
Gauntly etched to form gangrenous limbs,
Skeletal fingers lacing outward
For the heavens.
Nails,
A multiplicity of fungal greens
That curl and sway about the breeze.
The trees are flesh made,
Blood racing within barcomulch veins
Wednesday 25th October 2017 6:06 am
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