Gord
2020-07-29 05:43 am
Storm the earth, Storm the sea, Arrive in myth, the people be, Not given bronze, not given sons, Living gaunt outside a lodge. Singing swans, singing songs, Zinc, gold, silver, iron, copper, In hefty sums, no bitten tongue. Dearth they arrive, murder at night, No allies, wyrms or fires to fight. Death they provide.
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Gord
2020-03-18 06:51 am
I spread fear across nations, Flear a cross paper, Peer no long favour, No wrong feeling, No wrong caper. I bend wills like cancer, Spread near and patience, Science clairvoyant, Poles of the earth moving.
Gord
2018-04-12 05:46 am
His life a vine, with walls to climb, A sign of reeds, tall as the ceiling. It reads: peace on earth, healing. He easily remarks, needing, tired, With nobodies hiring he sings songs. Shouts at the crowd pink psalms, skimmed, Thinking along, forward and onward; Successor non, foreign legion stalwart. His heart a fire, with walls to climb, Passions fleeting, of paint peeling, With art to desire, of maxims meeting. Of dirt green, or fences mended, Grudge son's, however defenseless.
Gord
2018-03-02 07:08 am
She lives for tomorrow, folding; Sight static, fight fantastic. Not matters you, me, or belief, Our forevers spent grieving, but of a might, life traveled. Snapping, chatting of pictures, Scared of the aperture, focus, Not the fools and hocus pocus. Yang sits riverside singing, What a life quaint, dyed. Painting faint inner lies, Things remissed never vied, Another sister left behind, Another brother lost to time, Benefactor earth, Loss to files, binaries, Tyrannies, buying, surprises. Redacted is worth, Prose, everything vibrant. Observers know of likeness, Sequel to the Mona Lisa, Pious only to feeling.
Gord
2017-12-12 10:05 am
Love forward, for house stewards. His love a bundle, pursuant of son. Fewer brewers at concourse, concord, Honor converse, longer yet somber, An absurd worth, admired, pondered, Fury for her, imperfection sure. Heart curious, head immature, She writes love of commerce, Hearth huge and wallet wanton. Charter martyr departs hearted, Leaves deceived, nature naive, Silent knitting, fixing, sitting, Speaking only of a life weaved.
Gord
2017-11-17 03:18 pm
Tattoo on her arms, postured, Flippantly she remarks of nonsense, Tense with feigned confidence, A world over marching pasture. Presume their charms poor, Slipping of mudpiles immense, Loose with large boulders, Earth nobler than it is dumb. They resume opportune position, Posturing of nonsense distant, Less limbs and less benediction, Ammunition less firearms existence.
Gord
2017-09-28 04:57 am
Feelings in her heart, Apathy of mind lost, The world desired, Earth forgotten, Therefore pursuant of swine, Love begotten. Reading of foreigners, Yet her poetry declines, Like Vines, Fine Wines, Rhyme lines her mind; Obsessive of forewords and forever afters; Useless goodbyes, Given in poor wording. Forgotten is passion, For words and order, A husband mastered, A wife only borrowed.
Gord
2017-09-15 08:35 am
Piles until the top, Flies at the skirt, Pillars of salt, of the Earth, Turtles until bottom, Fire wherever we are, Hide whenever lightning strikes, Deserts eventully finds someone, Living flame among life is hard. There is no benchmark for him, Spent onward is his life quiet, A ball aptly palmed by oneself, Never failures, tailored farewells, Jokes of the eyelids, Mind less apt for aperture, So he mocks and chides, Fixated on the comical.
Gord
2017-09-12 09:42 am
Swords filed down to soot, Roses thrown at their feet. No proof of their misdeeds, Long Forgoing unlikely heroes, The Earth rolls on it's shape, Divides by zero then escapes, Sequence complete, Even if it seems short of an era. Could I program a world so full hate? Only more divisive, with my heart to feint on; Should I find a brush to paint, I could not, Nor would I make clay forms, And force them to mate, As Satan does. Who more lovingly than I, Is timed less? I would laugh at the sheer thought. Cakes of dirt and mud pies, Fed to a princess, For the world outside she knows not of, What a austere world to take from.
Gord
2017-08-16 01:55 pm
Umpire of God useless, Demanding more strikes, Life swung precarious, Batter belies himself, Bent to Gods of strife; Fate for ball carriers, Forever them sodomites, Snipped their genitals, Cum on their fingers, Not dick in their minds; Not men, Nor fire they are, Born of stone, tower guard, Born of the mud, wallow on, Born of the sun? Pearls, Diamonds and Harps. Radar dishes begin, fill the sky, And forever destroy our heart. Son of the earth, Yet nothing but sky he remarked.
Gord
2017-07-25 12:25 pm
The earth poetry, Pro apros, for her, Hair flowing, Grave guarded, True to the dirt, Forever ardent. Temporal and lack taste, True feelings Antarctic, Soil barbed, heart anemic, Loose moral decanter, Measured in yardsticks. Yet life scenic, Living wage garnished.
Gord
2017-07-18 06:12 pm
Like a dull axe she finds problems, Forever chopping away at them, honest, Heart longing for promise disregarded; Dressed for the ward, fully pardoned; Walking son further follows suit, Continuing without education, Tongue misconstruing in search; Fuhrer didactic, in foolish, Shooting skies of oration, Bullets true to the earth; Flippant remarks of life, Piousness to the dirt, Burying words in nonsense, Burning iron and desertion; Shakespeare by any other name, Apt it was before tall tales, Lies furious among the vegetation, Born, lived and smothered there; Meat filler, then life billiard, Son born a killer, Writing of nonsense, Mentally ill, political figure, Opinion maudlin.
Gord
2017-05-23 12:00 am
The moon meets the earth. Gravity failing, Dirt flailing, Stars in distance waver, Their faith imitation. Full life intimation, Planets align, Languishing minds desire, Darkness within fire, Which tapers and eventually dies. So hope your hero pursues ire, Producing a more temperate climate. Men forged in water, Are Birthed in peace. And Forget their place, Yet say their piece.
Gord
2017-04-06 12:00 am
All of our dreams, All of the seen, Streets of gold, Earth paved silent. Fervor of the dying, Nobody truly leaving, Merely living their lives. No victims of violence, No solace from desire. Further pushed from an entirety, Exquisiteness of machined life. Pursuant of milled tile, Years of desire, without fight, The boxer stands ready, Hands firmly at his side, Resolve still unbroken, Acceptance in his mind.
Gord
2016-09-21 12:00 am
One imagines themselves mighty, Brightening the sand green, Perspiring with the people, Irradiated as it may be, It feeds the mind, for free. No future winter seeming fair. Porous players will evolve, With sinister gods favored. Last of a virtue, Patronizing and redefining the former earth, Denying that which lies between our worlds.
Gord
2016-07-21 12:00 am
Haphazard he stumbles onward, Following steps of a baron fool, Limestone of illegal procurement, Staring until the day drew longer, No longer appropriate for knocking. Waking to the inevitable pain, On his steps a brother slain, The lawn full of corvettes. In the end he laid himself, An afterlife misspent.
Justan Mitchell
2016-05-03 12:00 am
Blue Beyond The Grey I sit and wander as I wonder what will the rest of the gloomy, yet blue beyond the grey may bring my way. I hope to be like the eagle with fully spread wings. And with rain, hail, snow or earth quake I'm ready to challenge what challenges the day brings. And I think she might like me today. And tomorrows mystery will be the adventure of it's time. The things I must endure others have endured by my many mishaps for over 30 years. So I'll be patient as I sit here and wander, wondering what the rest of today's gloomy, yet blue beyond the grey, will bring my way. Justan Mitchell Dangerous Soul Life
Justan Mitchell
2016-04-13 12:00 am
The Near Perfect Gift In the former days of boyish ways, I walked in a maze and talked on then plains, of my humanness. And of this list my name was skipped, like a gone astray wish of a dreamscape in which, I could only reminisce. But now that I've awakened my love has been accepted by you, the near perfect gift. So this time words and I try to rhyme, hoping to duplicate the magnified vibe that transmitted from your eyes, but when I over intellectualize, a development of nearsightedness takes me by surprise. So in the name of the most high my refuge and supply I've been blessed with a divine, and through that intervention the spirit translates my earthly dimensions, developing gateways to elevate toward worthy extensions of which I've never transcended, and I should mention that proverbs 31 represents a flair of dimness next to the rare exquisiteness of you the near perfect gift. A.V. A.M.
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