Swallow’s song
Sweet bird songs ring in the air,
it’s earthy voices so true
Brims the heart with love and care,
joy never felt so true
Birdie into the heart flew,
as peckers knock on door
With frequent passing fondness grew,
tucked her in palms adore
One still summer she was gone,
and so did her dreamy tune
Pining at the break of dawn,
rising to hear her soon
As the days went past,
muddled with rue
Doubtful shadows cast,
was it even true?
One morn so bright,
twitters came anon
With eyes shut tight,
grasped what was gone
Dorian’s pose
There’s nothing left in my age,
with every turn of every page
No purpose, no place,
just diminishing grace
All I carry, is the weight of the past,
burdens untold, that seem to last
There are few who care,
with no purpose to bare
Yet, I stand, aimlessly as many
Life is so, not worth a penny
I stand alone, bereft of touch,
hoping to do, ain’t worth so much
In shades of gray,
paint Dorian’s pose
whose life’s astray,
to befuddle those
May this all come to end,
when life’s just beyond mend
In the glory of the light
As the clouds cover the sky
Lightning and thunder strike
The rain comes crashing down
Drowning every blade of grass
In giant puddles and rolling streams
Through incessant lashes
Soaked to the bone
I look up to the sky
In hope for gentler rain
All I hear is roaring thunder
As looming clouds glare
At the endless deluge
At the break of dawn
The clouds withdraw
As cracks of light emerge
In grey walls that crumble
Like shards of glass they fall
Revealing an expanse of blue
Like endless oceans that sparkle
The light claws back his own
He beams at me
As the last drip drops
I stand in his loving embrace
a purposeful glare at the sky
the thunderous night fades
As I bask in the glory of the light
Man for a Woman
Men and women a funny pair
Men stare, their hairy chest bare
Women care for what they wear
and the flare of their pretty hair
Friday is beer night,
thursday is fight night.
Not so very bright,
never take her light
After the fight and the beer
can't steer clear of her dear,
As you tip toe with fear
a shrill sound you hear
After the crashes and bangs
and baring her fangs
his big head hangs
until his hunger pangs
His stomach growls
as the woman howls
he stares at the bowls
with dripping jowls
All he needs is a bite
who cares about the fight
She with all her might
tries to set him right
As the years go by,
If you really really try,
You finally know why
Women always sigh
Labels: Funny, Poetry
The Parchment fair
At first a parchment bare,
Full of promise and dare.
When we pen as foals,
hands like messy coals.
With years the tiny curls,
turn to pretty pearls.
When the days grow old,
and the fingers cold,
through foggy lens,
and faulty pens,
scribe with old hands,
tales of lost lands.
Yet the parchment will hold,
every letter in bold.
When read from the top,
every scribble will crop.
So must pen with care,
else just leave it bare
Labels: Life, Poetry
A story to remember
A beautiful princess met a frog,
Sitting and croaking on a log,
She sat next to him looking lost,
Mumbling, must find him at any cost
She looked at froggy and screams,
Where is the man of my dreams,
The frog hops on to her laps,
Get off you croak she snaps
Who gets you to wed he asks,
Must he carry challenging tasks?
Must he be handsome and tall?
With hair like the leaves of fall?
Princess yells, a frog that speaks,
Why do I always run into freaks
Weeping in dispair,
He leaps into the air.
Off he went to the muddy streams,
Hopping away to live his dreams
Sorry for the croak she felt,
Her tender heart began to melt
Off into the swamps she went,
Looking around days she spent
Tired and muddy she sat for a break,
To her surprise he was by the lake
There you are, with joy, she cries
He grins at her lapping up the flies
In the swamp, days went by,
In idle chat time would fly
One day she woke up from her sleep,
Sitting on the log she started to weep
The frog leapt up and said,
I am the one you must wed
The princess jumps, readly to flee,
But prince charming your not to me
Put your trust in me miss,
All I ask is a goodbye kiss,
Yes she says after a thought,
Only if, you'll forget me not
Forever you are in my heart
Even though we stand apart
A little peck she gave on his head,
A handsome man stood instead
Different forms love may bring,
Frog at times turns to Charming,
Charming to frog for some may bring
What remains is the love they share,
Time together strengthens the pair
Roots of Passion
Passions run deep,
As roots stretch in ground,
If shallow they seep
Then fruits nay come around
The promise of fruit to them,
Bright as the young sapling
Beautiful leaves, green stem,
To passers hope they bring
If in wilderness they throng,
When saps find their ray
Roots not yet so strong,
Gails may sweep them astray
The leafless ugly roots,
Seldom gets a gaze
Yet nourishes the fruits,
And binds them to raise
So the gardner knows,
Watered day and night,
Is when the sap glows,
And holds on tight
If mended with string,
And tended with care,
Trees will spring,
And fruits will bare
Labels: Poetry
Dancing through the night
As we danced with mindless glee,
Under the moon besides the sea
With every turn we spun around,
Free of the beat and the sound
Passions soared,
T'was endless joy
Our minds lured,
Like child to toy
As we danced to the beat,
And the sounds of tapping feet
Through sweaty palms mind racing,
We came together our bodies facing
With every meeting in the night,
Strange forces bind us tight
Minds astray our thirst grew,
Intoxicated by a strange brew
Will the magic last forever?
Will lonely hearts come together?
Question for which answers none,
Like the rays of the rising sun,
Every day shall seem so bright,
As we dance through the night
