Something for the Poets.

[LikeTheWolf]

i saw her wearing red

summer dress

her black hair contrasted well

a few more wrinkles

same old voice

not very much else to tell

but there would be

if feelings could be put into words

what a lost opportunity she was

 

ltw

[annieo]

hair is always glossier

on the other side of the fence

red and black and lost to you

are your only defense

 

wrinkles emote twinkling

eyes you've lost

then found

fresh as newborn wishes

on fertile virgin ground

[annieo]

the past is dead

it's gone to bed

I'd rather fill

my empty head

with fantasies

of what's to come

what is done

can't be twice

the second time

would be a bore

and not so nice

as it was before

[LikeTheWolf]

the girl in red

the hair in black

i saw her just two days ago

 

she said something about an email

or keeping contact

my mind becomes such a blur

 

but i did say would you like me to email you

and she said yes

and i thought i had it

but i didn't

 

maybe its for the best

 

so i didn't try to locate the address

but that's a lie, i did

 

stupid red dress

 

she is short

 

little

 

with a red dress

 

now who does that sound like?

 

and who am i?

 

fate is funny

but i'm not laughing

 

ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

how odd

i saw you in the pool

ignoring you

(except under the water where you couldn't see)

never exchanged a word

or glance

 

how odd

that after i left

and waiting for my friend

that you come out and introduce yourself

and shake my hand

and give me your name

 

how odd

i had my ring

which i never wear

except for today

i had it displayed proudly

yet i still felt your vibe

 

felt quite good

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

whenever things finally feel right

when things feel like they are going good

your mistake comes up

and it crashes my heart

 

positive thinking was working

and i was back to praying again

your aftermath rears its ugly head

and i'm back to where i'm started

 

where is the justice?

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

there is man in white holding a case

inside that box has been mystery

to us

and him

until the dark skinned man payed attention

the next time he opened it

(he had to shoot out his third eye to see it)

six items, made him scream

the revolver

the scope

the knives

the blindfold

the lock pick

the mask

they are all him

though he watched himself swallow the gun and pull the trigger

he did not do it

oh the guilt

 

-ltw

[annieo]

seeing is one thing

believing, a second

reinvent the ghoul

that stalks bright day

give it a new name

clothe it in rays

of lucid white

 

but when you're asleep

in it will seep

tarry and black

through seams and cracks

through your mind's ancient hull

worm it's furtive way

cloaked in midnight

[annieo]

there is a box

I want to open

it is not mine

I have no right

to see within

 

curiosity will kill this cat

but I have

a few more lives

before I need to

deal with that

 

this is now

my mind will scratch

claws wandering through

the thick and thin

of him

[annieo]

infrequently

there are times

I raise my eyes

shift my gaze

from inside

I look upon

hearth and bed

my cozy corner

of mother earth

all I love

safe within

with a cynical grin

I think

(that I think)

"I'm so lucky,

I'm so lucky"

 

so what keeps

twisting me

inside out

and back again?

[annieo]

the moon is full

it fills my head

makes me crazy

lights up my bed

 

I don't fear her

we're the same

my lunar sighs

light liquid pain

 

she's coming soon

gift in the dark

signs of life

deep crimson mark

[LikeTheWolf]

You get your own pain

and struggle to work it out

when you can barely take any more

when all you can do is shout

 

when you can't sleep at night

and wake up sweating when you do

when your soul has been crushed like ripe grapes

and that person in the mirror is not you

 

when you think you can't go on

and struggle to keep you own blood inside

when you want rip your hair out

and scream to turn the tides

 

one thing will makes it all go away

one thing will push you upright,give you a shove

one thing will make you pain seem so little

the one thing is when suffering happens to someone you ____

 

-ltw

[Touche]

OMG, I hate poetry

It makes me want to scream!

It makes me want to twist myself up into a knot and turn myself into a pretzel

 

It's agonizing

It's annoying

It's pretentious

It's contentious

 

Can't people just say what they mean

And vent their spleen

Without stanzas

And all the extravaganzas?

 

I really hate poetry.

 

It's my birthday tomorrow

Should I get drunk?

Am I getting old?

 

It's a wet and breezy night.

Feel the rain

There's a man holding a case

Full of champagne

 

He has a mask on

He's waiting for me to come

He said it could cost me though

But first I have to jump in the pool

 

My stomach is turning sour.

My mind is scratchy

 

The past is dead

Do I have a future?

 

How odd that when you came out of the pool

You noticed that I was married.

 

I forgot to take my ring off

Ooops!

 

My soul has been crushed like an old can of Bud that you drank in 3 gulps

one thing will make it all go away

i just don't know yet what that one thing is

 

the moon is full

please don't shift your gaze

while I reveal my true felelings

and tell you

that your poetry

sucks

[LikeTheWolf]

make your accusations

while they are not true

i gave my confessions

and made my case

 

my poetry is bad

yes i know

but it is mine

and mine alone

 

no one argues

no one complains

 

the threads are yours for you to post

i choose to reside myself here

where i am safe

and at peace

and free

[Touche]

Some people are so retarded

They're best discarded

 

Bad poetry sucks

Just like lame ducks

 

Everyone argues

Everyone kvetches

 

It's my birthday

It's my birthday

 

Enjoy your basement

Gaze at the moon if you have a window

 

Stop having thoughts you shouldn't be thinkin'

Stinkin' thinkin' is no good

Enjoy your neighborhood

[LikeTheWolf]

I chatted with a girl online

and she looked so fine

she could never be mine

but i refuse to wine

because she's special....

 

i mean she looks so good

like a hot woman should

she always gives me wood

i did all i could

because she's special...

 

i don't see her any more

i hurts me to the core

i had so much more in store

my heart will no longer soar

she was pretty special...

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

the hunt is on

i am on the prowl

you won't hear me coming

not a noise or growl

 

you can attack me

try me all you want

but when you attack a friend

it is you then i will haunt

 

i will track you down

and find out what was said

i heard some vile things were posted

that were both seen and read

 

the mare inflicted has too much class

to stoop to your level, so low

in her name i'll be your villain

and make sure its time for you to go

 

you can ruin my name and rep

its been over for me anyway

but touch anyone in my past

i'll attack without delay

 

and when it's done

i'll expect no redemption

it's for others to decide

i'm sure i'll still be shunned

 

no bullying will tolerated

for now, i will be direct

this was not taken lightly

so this is my new project

 

-ltw

[annieo]

Some people are so retarded

They're best discarded

 

Bad poetry sucks

Just like lame ducks

 

Everyone argues

Everyone kvetches

 

It's my birthday

It's my birthday

 

Enjoy your basement

Gaze at the moon if you have a window

 

Stop having thoughts you shouldn't be thinkin'

Stinkin' thinkin' is no good

Enjoy your neighborhood

 

your poetry is ironic

since you hate it yet write it

 

you came here to bitch

lash at us with a switch

 

of lame, limp wood

I bet, if you could

 

you'd write potent words

set the world ablaze

 

but ducks don't write

they just paddle away

[LikeTheWolf]

Touche is good people

she is a friend

she should never change

she truths, rather than pretend

 

my beef is with another

whom i yet not know

hurt someone close to me

i knew not so long ago

 

i have yet to find the words

left by one so rude

but when i find out who it was

they will taste what has been stewed.

 

-ltw

[annieo]

I take back my couplets

there were written

in ignorance

of dark shifty dealings

 

there goes

my innocence

once again

[LikeTheWolf]

no harm done!

it was not your mistake, but mine

but remember what was always said

to err human, but to forgive, divine

 

-ltw

[annieo]

I save forgiveness

(of which I've little)

for those who have

proved their mettle

 

since you are

a mystery still

I'll take my leave

sharpen my quill

[ed-205]

The Tinman walks upon the earth,

unspoiled by sadness, yet devoid of mirth.

Where he goes, he reckons not,

the plans once made are long forgot,

with nothing left but tasks to tend,

until the path he walks will end.

 

So, on he labors unperturbed,

until by quiet sobs disturbed.

He stops and turns, then looks to see,

a child's ball caught in a tree!

A simple task to get it down,

and ease the child's mournful frown.

By grace of stature, he'd easily gain,

for the tiny hand that reached in vain.

 

Once the ball had been retrieved,

the child's woes were fast relieved,

and off she ran so full of glee,

to join her waiting family.

 

The Tinman watched with thoughtful eyes,

as if this scene he'd recognized,

then, from his eye, there came a tear,

But Why?...

For Joy?... or Love?... or Fear?

 

That tear, the enigmatic thing,

had set his mind to wandering,

among those deepest thoughts revealed.

the memories there to be concealed.

until the, data reconciled,

a life bereft of wife and child.

 

He dare not think,

He dare not speak,

as tears streamed down his rusty cheek.

He dare not let those tears impart,

a throb within his broken heart,

that beat within the iron shell,

he forged within the fires of hell,

the searing pain could not be quenched,

lest from his very chest be wrenched.

He must forget as best he can,

the time when he was once a man.

'till darkness falls upon his mind,

and leaves that shattered life behind.....

 

...And, where the soul of one man dies,

Another Tinman will arise,

to walk upon this pitiless earth,

untouched by love,....

devoid of worth,...

with nothing left but tasks to tend,

until the path he walks will end.

[LikeTheWolf]

MOONS WAVE!

WHERE IS THE SMALL WAVE WON?

LORD, FAITH!

WHERE IS THE MISTY SUN?

 

-ltw

[LikeTheWolf]

clouted by a dew

pours from my watering can

catching a rainbow