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Geezer May 06, 2013

Hostel Intentions...

Stealthy stepping from the alley, moving in the dark
Killer went patrolling, the little garden park

Gray and black, the shadows, corners full of alone
There were figures in the fog, but they were all of stone

Killer watched the paths and by-ways, he didn’t miss a thing
Almost silent feathers heard, as a cagey owl took wing

Senses honed to sharpness; chasing monsters made them so
He sniffs the air for odors, his eyes run to and fro

Esker May 06, 2013

A C T A U T I O N

wrapped this apt cut
healed with a stones graze

heaviness
a density
thick like a falling chord
on the floor

an echo leaning
on a doorframe

Im a million mile
run

and I feel your eyes
digging fast
the history soil
smoothed

the rain dogs slept
there
stirring in the storms

their cunning stealth
rich with snarls
placated in whines

theres no suite
of pleasure
no scar pallid
curved

glittered sunset
surest broken

verve of no other

loved May 05, 2013

dying breed

the sunsets each day
be far or nearby
can't say
but tis always rising some way
like-wise poets read…
but to comment
shy away

not many like a pair
for so long do stay
as we two safely
with words only play

it needs courage by the way
on every pedestal
you can't place a statue
like one of you
anda bard combined
can you…..

Ian.T May 05, 2013

A Stream

Many friends gathered at a stream
They nodded as their silent rows grew
As if the banks were going to burst

There flowing outward were the words
Row on row likened to ocean rollers
Yet here still confined to a mere stream

Words that caught my breath in passing
Others that brought tears to the eyes
Then, those where fear gripped the soul

Where did all these words come from?
Why did they need to flow outward?
Confined for a while they cried for release

Nordic cloud May 05, 2013

The Night before the Morning after

THE SLEEPING SKY 4th May 2013.

scribbler May 05, 2013

NOT HERE NOR THERE

On this cloudy afternoon
rain taps upon the window pane
a light yet quite insistant tune
which washes off the pollen's stain.

In my recliner I look out
from here in this familiar room
at new green unfurled all about
and see black berries are in bloom.

So these are the between days
between winter's cold and summer's heat
between crisp skies humid haze.
Cool weather is in full retreat.

Roscoe Lane May 05, 2013

A Revolting Use For Words..

A Revolting Use For Words…..

You can’t kick the dog anymore,
he’s scoffed at your very last shoe.
The wise old Cukoos saw it coming,
off they went to seek pastures new.

A purist changes workmen’s clothes,
I guess they’ve shed that oily skin.
Weary are they of the same old oaths,
they’ve no time left for political spin.

Ballrooms are full of hobnailed dancers,
young men of war take a day off killing,
Hi, like a burl round the floor of chancres,
or are your morals transcendently unwilling.

Geremia May 04, 2013

MASK
Where are the movers and shakers
the promises of better things
Where are the friends
where did the family ties go
who are these faces new
these bullies and these takers
who are these cannibals
feasting on my soul.

ida May 04, 2013

Tribulation

You traced your name upon my face

faded skin
redden eye
carrying the cavern’s stamp
mimicking the colliery’s faithful

the cairn
citadel of separation
light plays upon each stone
chasing dew
ignorant

as the sombre requiem
rents space between the robins call

envied soil
dark and sweet
now our tangled sheets

time
the once wondrous gift
now a cloistered cell

I trace your name upon my face

Tam the Chanter May 04, 2013

Halloween on the Isle of May

Roger the ranger was having a nap.
Fair exhausted he was, such a poor, sleepy chap,
When a rapping and slapping woke him in mid-snore;
He'd been woken up - by an Auk at the door!

Roger knew that no bonfire was lit on May Isle.
Halloween was ignored by the students, no piles
Of wet, slimy driftwood to form blazing heap;
Then was shocked as the puffin coughed out, "Twick or Tweet!"