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Poetry
Mar 25, 2014 9:57:04 GMT -6
Post by bartholomew on Mar 25, 2014 9:57:04 GMT -6
Big Bad by Veronica Schanoes
Can't you see can't you see the red
Back and forth I go back and forth
on the path between the trees
on the path through the woods
can't you see can't you read the red?
every day I get older every day
white flashes briefly in my dark red fur
axes stay dull baskets swing
back and forth back and forth
and I wait I wonder where you might be.
Can't you see can't you read the red?
Every day I pace out the same path I
wear out a groove waiting and looking
you should have been here by now
shouldn't you have been here by now?
I have stopped feeling, like clockwork
I go back and I go forth.
Off the path alone is just another path
and I have stopped feeling
heat fur where are you
off the path alone
my heart does not race
my pace is calm, cool, she curves we giggle
I want — heart race fire break
even this I want
in red in blood
in bone in tears
the path alone is boring
Who's afraid I'm afraid of
never meeting you again
now I have grown my own teeth
when will we meet again
now I have grown my own claws
Will we meet again
now I have grown my own arms
big enough, all the better to pounce
all the better, my dear.
We must meet again.
I am waiting for you
and now I am older.
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Poetry
Mar 30, 2014 19:33:15 GMT -6
Post by bartholomew on Mar 30, 2014 19:33:15 GMT -6
One of my own.
A Perspective
Life is a blade, Dipped in Vinegar, Delicately tracing it's lessons Across your soul...
A puppy, full of sound and fury, with teeth like needles
Laughter in shadows An old and twisted tree Holding court over a graveyard
Life is the act of living, Neither good nor bad, Serious or absurd.
But important...very, very important.
Bartholomew Shadowalker 12 October 2002
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Poetry
Mar 30, 2014 19:34:29 GMT -6
Post by bartholomew on Mar 30, 2014 19:34:29 GMT -6
Some Haiku
Haiku 1
Like a Winter storm Pain comes into all our lives... Must it snow so long?
Haiku 2
The sky weeps the tears That I cannot. But in time The sun will return.
Haiku 3
In a maple tree I watch the dogs down below, Waiting for the gun.
Haiku 4
Memories of life In warm dens and green forests, With me at the end.
Haiku 5
All around me is The scent of rotted iron, Ruined by man's hate.
Bartholomew Shadowalker 7 December 2003
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Apr 16, 2019 16:29:42 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2019 16:29:42 GMT -6
I just wanna share this...
"The Jaguar" by Ted Hughes
The apes yawn and adore their fleas in the sun. The parrots shriek as if they were on fire, or strut Like cheap tarts to attract the stroller with the nut. Fatigued with indolence, tiger and lion
Lie still as the sun. The boa-constrictor’s coil Is a fossil. Cage after cage seems empty, or Stinks of sleepers from the breathing straw. It might be painted on a nursery wall.
But who runs like the rest past these arrives At a cage where the crowd stands, stares, mesmerized, As a child at a dream, at a jaguar hurrying enraged Through prison darkness after the drills of his eyes
On a short fierce fuse. Not in boredom— The eye satisfied to be blind in fire, By the bang of blood in the brain deaf the ear— He spins from the bars, but there’s no cage to him
More than to the visionary his cell: His stride is wildernesses of freedom: The world rolls under the long thrust of his heel. Over the cage floor the horizons come.
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