Maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet;

Sunday, September 19, 2010

/5:21 PM

Here's a little warm-up:

Ardour

If pond fish knew not fish from seas;

If meadows knew not forest trees;

If gravel knew not desert caves;

If apples knew not cider graves.

And yet I know you. And that's rather

Suave.

And then one for Gengjie's birthday! Madly late, and I apologize for that ):

A little beyond now

Your scented breath of mellow mint upon the aftershave,

an Apple effort on the trek to starlet that you pave.

With winter walks through slighted snow and jogs through fetter-fog,

yet summer solace waits beyond the battles that you brave.

And then a proper one, I guess:

Three-tone tumult

Red tea; the calligraphic words upon the weathered wall,

Red salmon; prize of spring-time fresh from winter's treasured trawl.

Red steak; the meat is reasoned raw - the red has yet to fade,

Red melon; mess or guess or blest: the choice remains unmade.

Green signs; so spelling exit from the red-adorned cafe,

Green cacti; 'long the alleyway that warn me not to stay.

Green cab; a genial greeting like a genie from her lamp:

Green meadow, please.

Amber; amble along - as if I'm not to leave.

Red rear-lamps; nay the rapid red, they stop me in my track,

Green bill - what's going through my head? - my feet take me right back;

to the glimpse of gold I see in you -

for you're the star I cannot lack.

Mmmmmmm! Poetic devices:

1st: Anaphora, perfect rhyme, iambic tetrameter.

2nd: Perfect rhyme, mind rhyme, assonance, consonance, alliteration, sibilance, symbol, allusion, iambic heptameter.

Last: Anaphora, perfect rhyme, mind rhyme, internal rhyme, assonance, consonance, alliteration, pun, symbol, caesura, colour imagery, iambic heptameter (:

Awesome. Until next time!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

/10:17 PM

Float

Flotsams drift by in a frozen sea;

they float by like Sunken Ships -

scarce avoiding iceberg tips that guide frigates

to home-bound glory past Hades' gates.

Dead fish follow the flow, yet there lacks

a flow in this lavish lattice lake. So lost

they are in this boisterous body - Fresh

and Frozen; whence winter waters spell cruel

cold swims up clear cascades -

if they freeze

not.

And yet I sit here,

where skies stay clear

and children hardly shed a troubled tear.

Paying no attention to that distant boat;

or the snuffing snow; or that winter coat.

I sip again, at my Cold,

plain, vanilla float.

/1:53 AM

Sleep-time! Last but not least, to my best-friend in the whole wide world, whom probably will never see this:

if you were but a floating flower

i'd like to be a scraper-tower

we'd share the wind and sunshine hour

the sad, the bad and lemon sour.

Four lines of nine syllables - looks like I really love regularity.

/1:16 AM

Lip's Lisp

If my life were a movie

I'd rather be the solitary tree

in a corner by the stream

fighting back the tears;

the lies - too long forgotten,

as pages fly by; the broken years.

Walk 'long the aisles of this desolate damnation;

figures too far to remember - to leave but a wisp

as emotion leaves this cold rock through my lip's lisp.

And all that remains -

are faults of incineration; ash that blows in the wind.

Fleeting Fleeces

Hasten to sleep, my little lambs -

for the wolf cries half past one;

the hour has nigh come for restful peace.

As people sleep, sheep fluff their fleece.

Like fruity cake - it leaves a taste

of sweet, yet like a drought.

The sandman's sack it bare but beckons:

the restful watch is a resistless route.

^ Two-minute poetry.

Okay, super random stuff now, written in about less than 3 minutes in all, heh:

When bynes walks into the loo

he drops his pants and drops his poo

no bowl or plate could hold his stool

that's why they call him ghastly ghoul!

When bynes walks into his room

a giant mountain 'fore him looms

his tears shed fast like spores from 'shrooms

they speak of fate; of imminent doom

When bynes sits before his book

he chances 'pon a tasteful look

but girls don't suit his hungry hook

what does? a rhyme at every nook!

OKAY MOST RANDOM.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

/8:57 PM

Day 2: Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me!

In case I forget how blessed I am.

Day 3: Some days get so tough I want to break down and cry, or give up and stop trying, or sit and whine and complain, or beat up the next person who stands in my way, or just curse my own life. Yet always in the end, I just thank God.