there once was a creature named Clip
which lived on the verge of my lip.
it oft told me to stop
when truth needed to drop ~
today, I just let my tongue slip.
burden fell from grace &
her voice held meaning
as she peeled the mask
from endeavour’s familiar face
and softly whispered,
upon the hearth of mice and men
a lonely prophet stirs his stew
adds brittle love and uncooked hope
a pinch of woe, enough for two
and in his dreams he stirs the world
lives hundred lives, yet touches few
for when he stirs, he stirs alone
his hearth his guilt, regret his stew.
… written for Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub. Grab your poem and come join the fun! Happy Anniversary, dVerse!
fills the lungs of
unholy peasants &
down the spine of the earth
it was me
who stuffed your throat
with paper flowers
and waxy truths
& you demanded more.
slick epiphany ~
embedding kryptonite to
rule under this heart
Acrostic-Haiku-Blend… harder than it looks!!
i do not like to post stuff that isn’t my own.
it almost never happens… but today, i will make an exception.
i keep a collection of post-it notes on my front door. every post-it has a piece of writing on it… a sentence, a word, a quote, song lyrics… something i enjoyed, something that stuck out. whenever i leave the apartment, my eyes lock on a random post-it… and usually, it fits my mood (creepy but true).
today, it was an old favorite of mine… and it’s been in my head all day.
thought i’d share.
Seek not the favor of the multitude; it is seldom got by honest and lawful means. But seek the testimony of few; and number not voices, but weigh them.
~ Immanuel Kant ~
the fighter’s hands
are rough and callused
blistered even –
forced to hold the sword
for too long.
it might not be
the softest touch
you feel on your cheek,
but it is
the most honest one.