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STREWN
clockwork
decibels or power
transition
shadowplayers
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EVE edit
EVE
A little blue sky
a little sunshine
some clouds strolling by
a day to be alive.
But Eve is gone.
Passed just yesterday
time to cry
time to pray
time to mourn a friend,
though pain seems to end
it lingers still
in the heart
a little blue sky
a little sunshine
some clouds strolling by
a day to be alive
Black Widow - (Revised)
[First few words- This revised version of my maiden attempt at Sonnet is largely due to the help, guidance and patience of both Judyanne & Rula]
The sky was not about to cave on me
perhaps the daemons just had luck to -day
it wasn’t me that day, I have to say
so was it me, or was, perhaps, it she
she gave to me these wings, I’d none before
a lonely heart which knew not how to fly
she tugged the strings ‘til I could soar so high
then set me free, to dump me off her shore
AND WHO SHALL FOLLOW ME? (sonnet shop) let's see how bad I messed up This time
I hope the day will never come to be
that trails no longer feel the booted tread
of aged men like me to nature bred
whose quest and goal are still to wander free.
Will days of summer green and autumn gold
become unseen by my children's eyes
likewise the flocks in cloudy skies
as both the fall and they become less bold?
The Siren Gale (Sunday morning)
The Siren Gale (Sunday morning)
It is morning, I hear the sky tearing
Itself apart, cloud limb from limb in gales.
No longer early and I wake to start
At clattering bailiff windows, so alert
I reach for reasons that are known, yet scrawl
Them down for comforts sake, before the dawn.
A snarling chainsaw nearby cuts the limbs
Casually from things that deem to give us air
Are We There Yet?
not all us men are rapists
but we dare not walk with pride
in case we fall into the chasm
of the amazon divide
many men agree with
the endeavour of your stride
though it seems we are not welcome
like our hands are best kept tied
we still have each other
we’re on the same damn side
lets fight the real enemy
the corrupt anointed snide
appealing to your virtue
with not so much to hide
together lets move mountains
and broach that great divide
rebirth (A Petrarchan Sonnet - Sonnet workshop)
the bushfire season blazes every year
as summer heat ignites the tinder frame
of old and dried out trees and shrub, to claim
Australia’s outback creatures’ greatest fear
it rages uncontrolled, to char and sear
and animals and people, kill and maim
with many homes at risk to smoke and flame
the nation comes to fight, from far and near
Planned obsolscence edit
Planned obsolescence
I am just a machine
of flesh and bone
with what they call a soul.
I have a heart that feels
and a brain that knows
off the same assembly line
as the rest of Mankind,
I am genetically defined
according to my prototype
allotted a certain time
before I begin to die.
There was no quality control
when I was made
so I, grow old,, decay.
and away I fade....
When May Passed By (A Petrarchan Sonnet with spoken word )
https://soundcloud.com/rula68/when-may-passed-by-1
Is spring in yet, or could the buds she eyed
have blushed the plains – that's where she often lies.
Is spring in yet, or could the scent in guise
perfumed ahead, before she'd deep, down stride.
Is spring in yet, why then do lilies hide?
They, shy, subside, but then they'd early rise;
she wakes, then they would show- those haunting eyes.
Is spring in yet, I see it broad and wide.
The Infinity of Space
The universe in all its glory,
home of the countless stars,
planets, big and small,
galaxies far and near,
is always expanding.
Each planet and star
rotating at their own speed,
move in their own orbit
some, a million light years away
their past being seen from earth
Here life and death
is a continuous cycle
as planets are born
or reduced, minuscule
by the great devourer.