Gord

2018-02-13 01:49 pm

Birds flying apart,
They desire not;
To be of is,
Someone begotten;
New to art,
Liar at port,
of port, drinking port,
Thinking unimportant.

Gord

2018-02-13 01:01 pm

Gatekeeper,
Chaste to a fleeing care,
Fleeting in your fairness,
Future harnessed, idle,
All of what she gave me,
Rusted.

Gord

2018-02-09 01:57 pm

Always crows flying, living Ottawa,
Silence as loud as a passing truck.
Liar of the present, fool future,
Suture and praying for none at all.
Always comedies written, hands numb,
Painter finishes his castles, backward,
Words tired yet landing with oomph; 
Posture lacking, Skull bashed in,
Tomorrow's recluse and marked man,
As the crowd begins, he rescinds.

Gord

2018-02-08 05:06 am

A poem written in jest,
Forgive my candidness.

Live life a person kinder,
Man damned and woman candor,
Sky full of condors, vultures,
Even politicians disgusted.

Red lines and yellow subjects,
Life full of candid sculptures,
Culture vulgar, Butler colored,
Abreast cigarette smokers,
Who vote for nothingness.
A king of the foreward,
And cowards who sit home.

Gord

2018-02-06 09:34 pm

She lays, sunbathing,
Awake in the sunset,
Placed as an epithet,
Following but shadow,
Celebrity malleable.

Sequence engaged, tomorrow;
Letter sent too late,
Bed slept in layman,
Words dear borrowed,
But a fool too vague.

Sheets in disarray,
One saves time folding,
Sleeping on top.
One who faces the cold,
Has no reason for folio,
Numbering hardships for foals,
Galloping into the distance,
Their grandeur taught.

Gord

2018-01-31 06:56 am

Letters written of nonsense,
Inner conflicts, profits,
Constantine of outfits,
Proud of their holes.
Opposite, of continents,
Sinkholes, swallowing,
Mere weathering problems,
All they do is disclose.

Imagine a world insolvent,
Overpopulated and cold,
Where fistfuls of dollars,
Are better off.
Plastic like the ocean,
Poetic hopeful, Scotland.
Politically motivated,
Heart emplaced.
However honest, lies of fate,
One defends an idea flagrant,
Upon a hill of nothing sacred,
Fairness being the continent.

Unless one wishes a life content,
In a country of many ferrets.

Gord

2018-01-23 10:53 am

He dreams of winter,
tireless, listless,
Forming fists, linger,
Five fingers for taking,
Making and mocking,
Flying at the equinox;
Checks to greet,
A future cost.

Apart from his words,
He talks opposite,
Of walks in the park,
And poor pessimism.
Perhaps one day,
Forgotten is passion,
Castles of young love,
Tall as his bastion.
He tells you of virtues,
Rarely living attache,
Stacking stones,
Flashing cards flourished,
Floor patterned, 
Checkerboard,
Poorly planned,
Colored randomly.

Gord

2018-01-16 08:10 am

Why, are my expectations so high?
Despite my, I rhymes flexible,
Lexicon admissible, less factual,
Threat level maximum.

Stratagem aspirant,
Still I mitigate strata apparent,
Deference veteran, get educated,
Swine.

Gord

2018-01-09 07:37 am

Calculated lies of mitigation,
Circumventing a sky, of no direction,
Stars without conviction, shy to glow.
Mine to hold, like guy insecure,
They lie themselves, of times of old.
 Of Starlight swung across the shores,
However permanent their sky azure.
Like fire burns, administered thrones,
A King burns, as his kingdom below.
Too hot to be stolen, too hot to hold,
Yet hands like cold, death incarnate.
Lies foretold of fellowship honest,
History written of crying sole.

Eric

2018-01-08 03:19 pm

Goodbye old friend, you've served me well;
you did your job throughout this hell.
Exhausted - now you're lying here;
within your eyes I see the fear.

My pal is calling...let him go,
he'll never learn, he'll never know
how dire it is to lose a friend,
but I'll stay with you to the end.

And if the Hun should come before
you've breathed your last in this damn war,
then, so be it, I'll die with you,
for loyal friends must see it through

until the end, when we'll be seen
as one - once more on England's green
and pleasant land for which we fought,
to plough God's fields as we were taught.

I hear the bullets whizzing by,
the screaming men, the battle cry.
You lift your head to shield my heart,
and bullets tear your neck apart.

I hold you tight with bloodied hand,
I try to rise, I try to stand.
I feel the shrapnel from the shell--
Goodbye old friend, you served me well. 

Gord

2017-12-29 12:45 pm

He writes fights, such sadness,
Insult poetry, of life invalid,
Views fantastic, mantelpieces.
Cameras and angles fandangled,
Manic as the fan they turn.

Misunderstandable, as most magic.
Penned plans turn older, forever,
Less recognizable, less clever,
Done before.

Gord

2017-12-27 10:00 am

Amateur poet, ultimate,
Heroic, stoic, slowest,
Everything rhymed about,
Hopeful of inchoate.
Chum of the lake, think,
Who is the wake for?
Dead men living pale,
or those living, 
Mouth agape, ailing,
Flailing their limbs,
Scene akimbo,
Fare unanswered,
Meter fake.

So they take what is mine,
Question pondered,
What is life plastered?
Humanity mastered,
Time honored,
or is it a last laugh,
before dying afterward?

Poets lie yet find alms,
Measured footsteps bald,
Words lifelessly clever,
Heart hard to hold palm;
Old arms to old arms,
Adages stolen loved upon;

Bard holy, arch golden,
To carve lonely,
Barns beholden,
Nothing nobel.
Par normally, like poultry,
To starve colts.

Ark art, Swan gone,
Dark garb, lark fawned,
Opposite of his mind,
He finds laughter,
Chapter after chatter,
Chancellor gone;
He defines pattern,
An afterthought.

Gord

2017-12-25 08:13 am

Amateur poet, ultimate,
Heroic, stoic, slowest,
Everything rhymed about,
Hopeful of inchoate.
Chum of the lake, think,
Who is the wake for?
Dead men living pale,
or those living, 
Mouth agape, ailing,
Flailing their limbs,
Scene akimbo,
Fare unanswered,
Meter fake.

So they take what is mine,
Question pondered,
What is life plastered?
Humanity mastered,
Time honored,
or is it a last laugh,
before dying afterward?

Poets lie yet find alms,
Measured footsteps bald,
Words lifelessly clever,
Heart hard to hold palm;
Old arms to old arms,
Adages stolen loved upon;

Bard holy, arch golden,
To carve lonely,
Barns beholden,
Nothing nobel.
Par normally, like poultry,
To starve colts,
Farms wholesome.

Mary Steffen

2017-12-23 11:52 pm

Winter dreams
Santa Claus
Through the night

Jumping joy
Happy days
Love in air

Forever
In our hearts
Throughout life

Never ends
Love goes on

Gord

2017-12-22 01:43 pm

Songs Synonyms, ideals integer,
Mining mindful, crawling chronic,
Words ironic, worries worthwhile.
Silent as the wind,
Tall as a child,
Lifestyle sans desire.
Flat as a minor,
Primer climber,
Reading wires,
Scans feel like fire,
Yet no ire legit,
Life so swift, time so brisk,
Irons tattered to bits,
Squire denied his patronage,
Choir so somber, violins singing,
As if to start from a beginning,
Would be a life so sad.

Lambs branded, wrath grand,
Laughing loud, farmer liar,
Stanza stance awful stands,
Awestruck by unknown view,
New news of him: old news,
Pandering Youtube, pandhandling,
Fools loose lipped and no tools.

Gord

2017-12-22 08:16 am

Poems raging, lacking pace.
Rhyme displaced, slave poetic,
Mimes a mate; Ascetic eighth.

He contemplates,
Turmoil ashen like a lake,
Dry, passion like a brace,
Ally, fraction of a base,
Like traction in a maze,
Honest.

Falls on his face,
Spoiled rotten like a cake,
Miser, action of a fetes,
Wiser, lies of his teeth,
Master of feelings, queens,
Preachers and lease themes.

The forums elated,
Rhyme chorus to cup,
Slated liars,
Foreword comments,
Style stolen from bucks.

Foreign orphans portioned a trench,
Sowing poems owned forming trends,
Lies chorus, verse honest, 
Hurt's doughnut and curse harmless.

Gord

2017-12-20 09:55 am

I write without relent,
Lawn ashen, body bent,
Fawn bashful, words pawn.
I write without intent,
Politic truth, not respect.

Words choleric, forested,
Another blonde moribund;
Floral, me'er ornament,
Porcelain and floor clung;
Flies flying and food dung,
No chloroseptic rush.

Sitting alone, he claims,
Throne vacant, citrus grown,
Plain clothes, no Satan.
He makes popular statements,
Pandering blatant, but fun,
Worldview of a drunk taken.

Full of heart,
Dull as garbage, trumped,
Meandering serious,
Meaning wallet plump,
Friends gone, blunt,
Ledge found, jump.

Gord

2017-12-15 08:34 am

A doctor says to me:
There is no healing,
Tells me just to be,
No wishful thinking.

His heart a bean,
Feelings consumed.
Living amused,
Is no good for me,
Misunderstood by you.

Forever twilight,
A gradient life,
Polite goodbyes.

He lives like limes,
His hands a vine,
No tree remarked,
With loved ones dying.