little sparkling stones
in a day's dusty walkway:
great quotes of great men.
Micah discovered that the quote that we use on this site ("Simplicity is Truth's most becoming garb") is actually by Dr. Bob Sr. Just thought we should give I'd make sure he got the credit. 8o)
Paul out of Sleep:
the words
no longer a spear
a baton
a crutch, or a walking cane
Tolkien out of Sleep:
loss of balanc e
black gravity, weight
of a precipice
our struggle revives
smooth, reassuring awareness
of participation
in this Cross-bearing.
japanese basement gourmets
waiters in the stairwell
tabletalkers
undeserved support
from west-bounding warriors
balancing griefs with grace
handling breakables
holding more than flowers
filling up with philos
measured eyes meting out
(and it's a pleasure)
strong doses of whatnot
not as i imagined
yet i am not surprised
until next time
stop the ringing ring
make the burning burn yet more
start the praising praise
stop the balking balk
make the yearning yearn yet more
start the singing sing
stop the doubting doubts
make the believing believe yet more
start the telling tell
Matched only by heaven
a stroll through the park
steeped in the arts.
pieced together
on the journey home
invitation
to kiss the bright blue sky.
where are my bensfriends'
haiku, tanka, and others?
Must have forgotten.
I. a
what was was because
He says, �I am yesterday.�
keep looking forward.
II. i
what is is because
He says, �I am what I am.�
keep on listening.
III. �
what will be, will be.
He says, �I am coming soon.�
keep on expecting.
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a-i-� is my own creation, so for the purpose of edification and keeping those tinkling cymbals quiet, let me explain.
I am really into constructed languages. The three letters I used as titles for this poem represent past, present, and future. I think you might have guessed from the context, but there's no harm in being clear.
See this post for more info.
japanese maple:
red wings folded in flocking
origami cranes
feathers fall, become
batik: afrik's red lizards
waxed on wet walkways
wind-breath scatters scales,
coughing blood-red haiku
japanese cuckoo
wind conducts the leaves
now waves, flocks, ambitious sprites
now withered brown monks
funneling, fireworks, big band
whirling choreography
I feel these walls closing in;
this box of plaster and paint.
Why can't I face the world and
do His work without complaint?
Ordered them.
Succumbed. These cakes.
laced with holiday spice.
Pie without crust.
Ordered them
with eggs, scrambled
and bacon, yes, it was late.
Scold not!
they said in japan
all great experiences
ought come to an end
in tanka form, so i will
just not write tanka for this
here comes His grace now.
here comes my faith now, O Lord!
irony lessons:
preaching on "have faith in God!"
when my pain starts to return.
I got a headache today, my friends
From all this thinking of verse and rhyme.
I would have posted here sooner, I contend
But I was out like a light in the daytime.
I will admit this poem lacks class,
I designed it quickly to meet a deadline.
It's not my best work, next week I'll surpass
This tragedy of artistry, all blame to me assign.
Enough said, I'll bid adieu, good night!
I've missed the hour (our Wednesday time).
No tears shed though, I'm quite all right.
It's pretty late, and I know where I'll climb.
Finally, I'm finished, I've made it through,
I'm really going now, please don't mind this yahoo!
decay is here, but
no silent vultures circle;
they can't smell cold death.
annihilation: when
our fundamentals won't smell
apathy's frostbite.
question of faith
how this pours with no siesta
keeping spain on hold
tempest tormenta
not enough to not enough
to infinidad
after all this time
after all these times
after all
can i just bail?
accepted in Him, see, the greatest rejected Acceptor ever
i'm nothing again
no rest since
no, rest --
since Another did not bail
in the deluge with
Arms able to keep
able to infinidad
blind on the banks
dam the doubts with grace enough
to whisper adios
Yeah, tear it's tattered insane down.
Long has it faked a smile
And many an eye has made a mark
That stretches half a mile.