Rainier’s blue outline /
surreal in the yellow sky /
sends me off with awe
Labels: Blogsboro Poetry Club, David Rheins, haiku, MtRainier
posted by davidrheins at
8:42 AM
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Blogsboro Poetry Club: September 2009
Poetry Club Is A Blogsboro Network Internet Property.
Blogsboro Poetry Club
A means to promote poets and poetry bloggers from around the world.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Whispered Dreams
Your breathing serenades
my whispered dreams,
rising and falling in the night.
https://www.poetic-alchemy.blogspot.com
my whispered dreams,
rising and falling in the night.
https://www.poetic-alchemy.blogspot.com
posted by Catherine O'Brian at
11:03 PM
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Swamp Baller
Unhooked, some fish with ripped lips just truck upside down.
posted by cap'm at
5:26 AM
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Children on the Playground
Shooting stars
zipping around a plastic and metal
solar system
blue and green and yellow
flushed with fiery exuberance...
Labels: Blogsboro Poetry Club, children on the playground, life worth living, lizziviggi, shooting stars
posted by lizziviggi at
10:45 AM
Monday, September 21, 2009
Slip
posted by davidrheins at
2:35 PM
New York, '94
The doctor said Don’t trust people
who don’t smoke pot or listen to Dylan
don’t trust people who don’t like the beach
and don’t ever trust people
who say they don’t like dogs
and then he walked into the ocean
and just disappeared for awhile
well he found love in some guitarist’s apartment
in the end we find ourselves in our friends
while we crash in the waves together
posted by twoofusridingrainclouds at
12:03 PM
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Wiccan Dipsplit
just when so many naked people are against me,
aigh need people naked against me, and thayr not.
posted by cap'm at
4:45 AM
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Eco
Thirty thousand feet / in a flying tube of folks / on my way back home
Labels: davidrheins.blogspot.com, economy class, haiku
posted by davidrheins at
10:12 AM
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Near Neah Bay
Rude hewn branch ladder /
climbing up the ancient tree /
stairway to heaven
Labels: Blogsboro Poetry Club, haiku, Makah, Neah Bay, Olympic National Park
posted by davidrheins at
10:57 AM
Friday, September 11, 2009
Frustration
Frustration
A bee
Settled
On the wall
Of my room,
Pathetically
Pollinating
Paper flowers.
I noticed this
And I cried.
First published in Flight of a Bee (Gazebo Books, 1978) Copyright Colin Gordon-Farleigh
Labels: Share My Journey
posted by Rev Colin at
7:38 AM
Thursday, September 10, 2009
The Feather
The feather drifted slowly
from the soaring gull
to land on dirty water
at the midnight toll.
Labels: bellingham daily photo, Blogsboro Poetry Club, feather, lizziviggi, poem
posted by lizziviggi at
11:41 AM
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
White Lion
Summer's end.
Golden lions grow white with age--
They will wave their offspring away
And wither to a roarless death
Labels: bellingham daily photo, Blogsboro Poetry Club, lizziviggi, poetry, White Lion
posted by lizziviggi at
9:30 AM
Sucking Beacon
...to be creatures who will eat through song for an invite to a place where space bends.
posted by cap'm at
4:07 AM
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Old African Woman
Old African Woman
In the rear-view mirror I see you;
your silent reflection
slowly passing behind my car.
The time-worn bones of your body
rag-wrapped,
bent, and slightly warped
by age and experience:
spine hunched, grotesquely,
neck pulled downward
by the dull-bright hanging
of the brass crucifix,
suspended by its heavy chain.
Constant mobility,
beating
on your empty breasts,
sucked dry of their vitality
by endless, eager lips.
Your steady, shuffling gait
a vague reminder of your
distant, proud withdrawal.
Labels: Share My Journey
posted by Rev Colin at
9:49 AM
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Speechless Love
SPEECHLESS LOVE.
Words will only steal the moment!
Please don't say them! They are trite!
Every love-song says 'I love you',
They're not new! Not shiny-bright!
If we two could have invented
Words of passion, ours alone,
I'd have revelled in your statement,
I'd have gloried in your tone.
But those words that surely flutter
Round your lips and beg for speech,
They're the words of other lovers,
All too easily in reach.
Please don't say them! You'll debase it,
This great happiness I feel,
Turn it into ho-hum language,
When the feeling is so real!
They are spattered over romance,
Like a pattern on a dress,
Meaningless when duplicated,
Just a pretty-pretty mess!
Men who're cheating on their spouses
Use those words to get their way;
One-night-standers, sugar-daddies
Always start things off that way!
So please don't say them, though you mean them!
They are not some precious prize!
All I need is that expression,
Shining, silent, from your eyes.
*
Labels: From Bryantic (Rinkly Rimes.)
posted by Rinkly Rimes at
9:31 PM
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Winter’s Discontented
An early winter has descended
without warning,
bringing a constellation of icicles,
chilling and pointed,
that offer a crystalline pilgrimage
through the unforgiving night air
and point me toward the North Star.
(Winter's Discontented continues here)
without warning,
bringing a constellation of icicles,
chilling and pointed,
that offer a crystalline pilgrimage
through the unforgiving night air
and point me toward the North Star.
(Winter's Discontented continues here)
posted by Catherine O'Brian at
10:10 PM
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