Stalk, head, kernal,
Then the sickel,
The harvest come,
Then the threshing,
All are numb,
Then the grinding,
The stones undone,
Then the leaven,
Enough, for everyone.
Clavis ad Thesaurum
to be, condemned...
to only eat...
the dust, born...
just to sleep...
and on these...
the broken parts...
pains to see...
the maker's mark...
on, and endlessly...
But By Belly
Of my path, crossed ancient roses,
by brambles laid, kissed by dew, born thorn choked, though struggled through, with practiced poses, judged me too
whence came you
though, you may,
think it down,
where few found...
for the climb,
to that sublime,
hate drives me...
yet, from love,
that, up above,
might find me...
vanity, vanity, vanities
#poetry#poems#poem
from high whole...
third that fell...
thru disjointed incongruity...
landed where now...
you here dwell...
opposition of unity...
for, to take...
third from one...
plain to tell...
decimal heaven, hell
#poem#poetry#additup
they say oak,
grows so slowly,
feels slower still...
when weak will,
blunts on cold,
and awful lonely...
dream I might,
some sunny sight,
not I only....
cast some shade
#poetry#poems#borrowedart
House of Cain
made quitE plain
marked the face
twain the brain
forever sTruggle, Strive
from the dead
briNg forth alive
yeT in Vain
Still my aim
my inequitable sacrifices
Oh cloven clover,
from whence fell,
some sordid heaven,
or up upon,
plume of hell,
wither witch weary,
fertile soil dwell,
soon to bloom,
fare thee well...
some bright cinder
#poetry#poems#feeltheburn
@3579orrmore@GideonCHall@HebrewForMasons I, profane, do protest! Proclaim! I thought the aim, goal, was to better the same? Yet, long noses rush with glee; please sneer at me! No private correction or reflection? Tastes much worse than jorts, loafers, big buckles and tie dye! Help remove beams not idly aim at stye!
@NLouerrad That dark night is only as long as you need for it to be... where there are no rails is what forms the now... without our discomfort what hope is there or can be?