Toe Poetry

[labelwench]

originally posted by Unreal Zelta

such pot melts away our humanism,
in a world that upholds materialism,
in the era of postmodernism,
such ideals are enshrined in liberalism,

we are subjects of hedonism,
ridiculed by our narcissism,
remember the time of altruism?
which wasted away in the pool of utilitarianism.

to be cont...

...we most readily see imperfection,
...a human and sad predilection,
...which leads some to much introspection
...while others seek out ressurection....

...yet sometimes, in quiet reflection,
...alone, yet with entire connection,
...I do still view mankind with affection,
...from ourselves, do we need most protection....

to be cont...

[timeparticle]

Crazy Cat Comics
by Tp

I was part owner of a comic book store,
nevermore, as it is no more.
I would sit and read, when no one came in,
the stories of fantasy and science fiction within.
The brilliantly colored artistry pulled
me in, sucked me into the scenes, fooled
was I to think that everyone felt the same things.
I fell in love with the beautiful heroines
of seductive strength and power, movement
in the pages, I was there with them, entrenchment
folded in my mind, turn the page,
to see what happens to my allies, rage
to think they might be beaten by evil
characters, plotting against me, I mean them...

She stood next to me, tall and thin,
long dark hair, perfect toned body, sin
to think it would go anywhere, "Are you ready?"
she asked, as she pulled out her choice, steady
hand, weaponry, and motioned
for me to move, notion
I had, to pull out my own weapon
into dark street, dimmed by distant lamp post on.
She pointed to an ugly man holding a young
girl, frightened is she, gun to her head, stung
my throat, gulped, as my voluptuous partner
took aim at his head and pulled the trigger, her...

A customer came in, put the comic down
and smile a warm greeting, bound
by a policy to be helpful,
miss the fantasy, walls full of books, doubtful
I will get back to her soon, she will
wait, I'll have my time, today, in comic land, still.

[Unreal Zelta]

...we most readily see imperfection,
...a human and sad predilection,
...which leads some to much introspection
...while others seek out ressurection....

...yet sometimes, in quiet reflection,
...alone, yet with entire connection,
...I do still view mankind with affection,
...from ourselves, do we need most protection....

to be cont...

I too worry about the world and all of its scandals,

but all the darkness in the universe cannot extinguish the light emitted by a small candle,

even in the presence of an everlasting black hole,

the spirit and determination of an individual will prevail.

.......

[timeparticle]

I Didn't Want To Go
By, Tp

I was invited to this party,
I didn't want to go, no clarity,
I went with my friends, they
brought the booze, I, the weed,
Maui Wowy, from my yard, the need
grows, I plant the seed, grow the weed,
simple, grass in the cash, money back,
high as a kite 'till we arrive at the house, wacked
out of our heads, we knock, they let us in.

Woe, what a house, old style goth
intrinsic to what I thought
an old vampire mansion might be,
who cares, I don't have to live here, see,
I just have to party my *?^%$ off,
The women are fine, gave me red wine,
tastes funny, like...
She takes my hand and starts to dance,
my head spins, like a whirl wind, chance
to get another drink, she begins to lick
my neck like a lollypop, I stop and laugh, sick,
can't stop, try, but its too silly, too funny, you see
to stop the giggling, she giggled along with me.
I was so stoned... and drunk, so messed up,
She takes my hand and takes me upstairs
to her bedroom, I think, I don't know, who cares...

I passed out, in her bed, I believe.
Her red satin sheets felt good as I slept, dream
of days off, and sunshine, slept it off,
I woke up not remembering anything, cough
once and turned to see her darkened eyes
looking at me. Who is this? I don't remember, lies
this must be, time to go,
sleepy move to get out of bed, slow
I moved, she held me back,
"Where are you going my sweet one?"
she asked. "Time to go." I bravely answered, "No."
she replied, "We're not done."
She smiled and I swear I saw her teeth grow, you're the one,
implied, and moved on top and held my arms.

Still feeling stoned from the night before,
all I could think of, as she bit my neck, sore,
is who will take care my marijuana plant.
Fading into the dark lit mansion bedroom, scant
is my mind, maybe I should have stayed home
last night, I didn't want to go,
no clarity...

[labelwench]

In a turbulent sea of regret,
Most are lost in emotion or debt,

The rest, undecided,
and fairly divided,

To seek the unknown?
Or beget?

[Mohan.C]

Inside we went for the
First time to breathe.
Forever we had stood in the sun,
Feeling his heart beats.

Into the dark room, through
A broken wooden window.
The house had a few photos
Not of the past forever residents.
But of gods and goddesses
Dressed in all white with
Radiant faces and beautiful eyes.

But, all these did not matter.
The floor was dusty, there
Was no furniture to sit.
The windows had small holes
Through which all of us could
See what was happening on the
Other side of the pit.

We circled around the walls
We sang a few songs.
We felt a few raindrops, leaking
Into the house, the roof needed
Something to hold it past midnight,
Soon it was to come down,
To drown out any light.

But, we were not to stay for
That long. We just wanted the sunset
Before we could go home, safe
Secure and locked inside our rooms.

Probably rantings, may be true too,
Or just insecurities about our
Future expressing through.
Or may be just some lines, masked
To look convincing, trying to
Make a living in books and blues!

Oh yes, that's true. Who would
Really care if everything was blue?
The sun would still shine
And the moon would too. What
More did we want anyway, except
For some glue. To drown us all
And stick us all together.
Or to stick ourselves
To some paper, which was anyway
Not going to end up in the daily news.
Yes, glue would certainly do more good
Than anyone else like me possibly could.

[timeparticle]

Together Alone
by, Tp


Together alone are we indulgence,
as we climb to the top of wondrous
cycles, ever weaving, through life's
circles, back and forth, patterns of strife
to no end it seem to the endless ache
in time, no one hears, we make the mistake
of sharing our grief with others grief,
mixing and matching, comparing to conjecture,
make no mistake, alone we are indulgence.

We quietly sit together alone,
move through mindful corridors
in this mysterious new world order
of leader's chime rhythm lyrical tone.

Disquieting suspect undercurrents,
flow into blue fog words,
sifting through undertones newsreels absurd
logic thrown away into underground affluent.

Distant rumbles of silent color light,
surface mindful insight,
oneness delight,
flight,
to soar above stagnant pools of troubled sight.
Together, alone we prevail to capture the fight.

[labelwench]

Nature in Flight

Sleek hair, glinting copper in the afternoon sun,
The bold chestnut mare, delights to run.
Like a hot knife through butter, she fairly glides,
Covering the ground with measured strides.

Light in the bridle, she bends and weaves,
Ever mindful of her rider's knees.
A pair of shadows, dappling the trees,
They tease the light and flirt the breeze.

Nature's pallet, they inspect and admire,
The forest, regrown, since ravaged by fire.
Old paths, by wildlife, worn into the ground,
O'er log, 'tween stump, through hussock, they bound.

The mare, extends neck, and blows with delight,
This day is well formed,
They are nature in flight.

[Mikal]

Hi TP...I did promise you some participation in your Poetry thread..so decided to drop my most favorite poetic creation....

THE CABIN

The green leaf cradles.. the morn's sweet dew
Breezes frolic softly..cross the trees hanging boughs
The wave rushes from its source...to kiss the waiting shore..
A symphony of dawn's breaking light..
Trailing on the majesty of the ..
Nightingales...
swift flight..its swift rush..back to the night..

Night stirs...for morn has broke from its embrace
Stretching with tepid timidity..to peer shyly
Through the shattered dawn...
as the light's inviting grace
Its flowing robe of garment..
to the forest's absorbing canopy..
Of tangled branch..muted bramble and the waiting silent bush..
Its enmassed depth of beauty..
Nature's sweet breath..heaven sent

The morn's dew..has wept on the wispy thirsting Rose..
Running as rivulets...to seep to the soul of fragrance..
From whence the Rose grows..
The dew rushes to carress the Tulip..swaying in its joy..
Running as rivulets..to seep into the soul..
Of beauty's Truth...
From whence the Tulip grows...

The honeysuckle drifts..to meet the Cabin's peace..
The scent rushing to toussle with
The morn's fresh breath..
It frantically rushes to swirl..upon the rising steam..
From the simmering little kettle..announcing night's death..
Cold has settled upon the once warm hearth..
As morn rushes into a frenzied dance...
To collect the memories of the past night's romance...



Mikal

[Mohan.C]

The new day begins
With a walk under the new moon.
No light burning in this
Hot liquid noon.

Only the rustling wind,
Hissing in your ears,
As of dusk she remembers,
As to the new day she surrenders.

The silver lining is
Lit up by stars this evening,
The new moon is only the beginning,
The new path lies under the sun,
There are many,
Which one will you take, honey?