Feisty, meddle-some extent
I stab myself
on the summer’s grill
to barbecue
the whirly thoughts
so Ki will flow
easily and freely
to fill you
and influence…
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Higgledy-piggledy
Magpie Tales image
They all’ve survived the seasons
stuck in the walls
escaped
faces, smile, laugh…
-
the sweet ‘squeak’ –
surrounds my morning nap
a dream
quits when I open eye…
-
do take ‘NO’ for answer –
reform, retreat, retweet…
- don't try to fill all shelves
at once, -
pause, rest your mind,
enjoy long walk, awaited
warmth boost
the seventy, eighty degrees
feels like was promised…
last longer…
I cry. I dry my eyes. I try to used
to new glasses, not pink anymore
dark frame, a focus on circles
with absorbed liquid
-
moisturize -
the need for dry climate here,
at North
I pick up any dust fell from
cleaning the chakras…
- dissolve, shower, start over -
but unable to make
the puzzle pieces meet…
-
substitute for alike -
the edges don't fit!
together
we hit the target
intend
the different things.
A survey: they want to know
if we satisfied with the treats…
Let’s ask the fluttering
mates pigeons -
they're working full time
created inspiring report!
created inspiring report!
Pigeon Valley in Turkey
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Above water
abstract.desktopnexus.com
The mind is
like an iceberg, it floats
with
one-seventh of its bulk
above water.
S. Freud
How do not let the dream to ruin you?
Such a massive dream meant to change
the whole view,
so at the photo – another ‘her’
from a parallel world with no doubt:
a leader, an artist, just a happy person,
adult project ( no milk lips/green decisions)
–
the success!
What the power/strain/catalyst
you choose to pour through the head
pores
to separate out any solid matter?
Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, PU Mid-Week Motif, d'Verse Poetic
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
A day born from the wave *
free stock photo
A little pebble
got animated
the swamped life
the fossils have been emerged
from the bottom
of the pond
a troublemaker
misrepresented, twisted
divine gift with scramble eggs
ordinary fish in flash
stuck out its eyes-
hid in the shell
settled low
feeds
the deviants.
*quote by Pablo Neruda
Sunday, May 18, 2014
The moment
Edward Hopper, 1922
…drunk air…
a chaos of vibes,
the hands draw
the graphics
of true and false
(aka a Polygraph test)
from the altitude
of disaster
I force myself
to chew the bread…
You – pale
alabaster like,
shivering,
plastic plant
leans forward,
balancing
on the edge,
holding breath…
…exhale…
why
unnoticed
any people
would pass by…
mine…
only moment.
Brenda Warren
Friday, May 16, 2014
Gifts
After long winter
the spring - revelation,
a gift of heaven…
After long drought
the rain feels like
first baby tears,
the fear of breath...
After decade of
impregnable veil
when walls fall
the hot air
embraces the
vacuum…
Shared with PU Poetry Pantry
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Insight
'Insight' by Ben Will
These walls come not easily down
for you,
dependable,
caring one,
tagged
time ago
to hold for…
eye for eye…
no scales to convert…
the rules – not discussed
till last day’ bottom…
silent questions haven’t
been answered,
a lesson? this is the lesson,
enforced to learn…
detached, but hold the sight
over faces on the big picture
evolved soul…
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Bi-cycle
1886 Coventry Rotary Quadracycle for two ~ en.wikipedia.org
No matter how
many times we fall
twirling a millage (mph)
moving in a blurry maze
a weak of
trying to catch/reach
the target or
run from counterfeit
obstacles
groan in absurd
to absorb
déjà vu of the lesson
in. the. circle.
the truth within.
It’s worth
to get up
starting over,
and try to roll/cross
on the other surface,
raise over prejudice
meet other folks,
faces,
lend helping hand.
Playing solo? – for while,
the world rests
on the shoulders of
more than one.
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Dimensions
abstract.desktopnexus.com
The sea’s
devouring the stars
falling from sky
pulsing through warm navy gums
sometimes
swallowed by leaping fish
on the reef,
get enlightened,
high with the ebbs and flows
of tides.
They stare into night
at you, wandering:
why my eyes
shine like stars
reflected all pleasures,
locked for while
in true shell
rubbed with sand for clarity;
longing to touch the thin skin ‘if’...
And I’m moaning
anticipating -
between the later & now -
the liberty.
Oh, yes, I’m here…undone
yet, peeking in
tomorrow door:
new ‘wants’, goals, gifts –
in the way we perceive…
but I will remember
preludium,
the pain
of metamorphosis…
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Close
'Close' ~ Martin Stranka
She rubs the shattering dreams
thru the glasses of clumsy clown
falling from shimmering sky
leaves no chance for salvation…
The sigh…longing soul insight…
as if swinging medieval axe
brings the power to travel
back into time…
Vanished smoothly…
to settle for less
on the land of indigenous people…
listen! someone calling your name…
Brenda Warren
Shared with PU Poetry Pantry
Thursday, May 8, 2014
Blow the horn
en.wikipedia.org ~ Bumper Cars
They say: ‘press the button to call a
nurse’,
and immediately a tremolo alert sounds -
first aid on the go, highlighted red
cross,
you’re being helped, compassion –abound.
Remember, we/kids in amusement park:
look! speed cars! electrical power
‘press the button to signal alert’
-Oh, late, you bumped in another car.
We’re playing and learn…to have a fun.
Whether goodness or badness in your life
whichever side of moral (do) you support
to burn the valves to survive
where the limit to prudent effort…
what will you sacrifice when the light
so high –
blinded sight, all hues mixed-up
where is yellow/blue/red/white?
They said: ‘press the button
to call a nurse…’
Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, Mid-Week Motif PU
Sunday, May 4, 2014
A cure
Chair With the Wings of a Vulture, 1960, Salvador Dali
The shells are voiced
across the ocean
the song of candles
sacred light
your eyes have poked
a mighty power
like pack of needles
spread for miles
on wings till landing
rotors spinning
the wounds of passion
worn away
untamed shadows
undigested
stored as the cure
for better day…
Read more at: Magpie tales
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