poetry thread

[likeaghost]

ladybug on the ceilin’
know what ya feelin’
light leads the way
nothing much to say
luck be your present
treated like a peasant
i’ll never harm
maybe my charm

[fata morgana]

Likeaghost, you are sweeter than most
A poet to toast poetry, oligo-metry
Orbiting digi-geo-tally

[likeaghost]

line

will you grow
or will you go
stretch you might
formed up right
treats and eats
rest for feasts
common or un
door holds sun

[likeaghost]

well got troubles

tale of the tape
hood but no cape
superman ain’t
been no saint
always on pause
no time for cause
effect did wreck
dual cassette deck
scratch or rub
high speed dub
not what’ya thought
only cold or hot
burtal out there
like i really dare

[fata morgana]

Dull sense and sensibility
Freakshow not coming
Birdie fly, fly
Lonely here as apple pie
Cold turkey
Lemon tart
It’s high art!
From this tall building

[likeaghost]

birds in herds
flocks form fast
winding words
never last
stamps enable
smiles a staple
trip time table
tree’s are maple

[fata morgana]

sap forms on the rim
trees swell to the brim
liquid sinew brought to the vat
heated up and spat
licked up taffy
on snowy khadafi

[likeaghost]

steps toll chin let’s begin
slowly still smurking
guessed left
another lingers
till the moment past present
pretend to care to smile
warm while winter wears
possible yet tossable
words may have poisoned
actions and reactions will tell
hear not here
truth i swear

[fata morgana]

Swim, swim along
In a glass of Champagne.
Life, Jeff Buckley said
"is gonna find you, love"
in a glass, contained
trickery, isn’t it?
talking to yourself
and not even knowing it
no space to face
dwell on a spell
break the bell jar
life is gonna find you, love
somewhere, you are,
in the rain
or trying to exclaim
plain, insane, numbskull
refrain, life is gonna find you, love
framing a blue vein

[likeaghost]

jump at chance
which one?
any
plenty
good on mood
soon
doom
no games
in sames
relief late
no hate
jobs are sad
no work rad

[likeaghost]

given thought to the cure
radio like the song
not long enough since
it ends every time
rewind to find
pain silp away
today not soon
wake by noon
shake the dust
not yet rust
implore explore
a new detour

[likeaghost]

pounced from the ounce
i coded in a loaded
five seven five
site keeps me alive
based in space
next to dream
or so it seem
where’s the s
your guess best
fall from face
eminent waste
missed my heat
water no seat

[likeaghost]

former of the slumber

tiny button found on ground
not mine but who’s?
news may be clues
from night; all right
together tight
no fight; in sight
unsize to realize joy need no ploy
around the way not to stay
near now seems so clear
this i fear

[likeaghost]

crank that up a bit so i can sit in peace
recline to decline the mundain refrain
lost at the cost of no rest for feets
blamed for the games played in sane

unwind
in kind

[fata morgana]

Rocks In Your Pocket
For Johnny V. Woolf

Strumming along the lines of insanity
Each stone turned
Reduces the pocket shallow
Cloaked with infamy.
The shoreline reads
A hollow dread, instead,
A room of one’s own
To liken a sparse, quiet, den.
A lush pool preserving
Caped serenity
To woo pierced ears
As well as inside pressures
Will affect
Recruiting writers
On Mother Nature’s desk;
The pen ventures into
It’s final brocade
Gathering the last rock
–Jade–
[Claiming a dense centre]

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