I've found a balance
Between yesterday and now
A tiny little sliver
Of time beading on my brow
Running through the fated limits
Of love and lust and life
Understanding that delusion
Can be like sharp and curving knife
Plunging now and then
When life turns a dusty brown
To wash away the cobwebs
And chase away the frown
But linger in those waters
Is something I cannot do
For it leads just to discontent
So those hours are but few
Like sacred orbs of light
Refueling reality
I know indulgence must be limited
So the pleasure doesn't shatter me.
An attempt to write a poem a day for a whole year... no guarantees on quality - just quantity!
A poem a day to keep brain rot away
Join me as I attempt to create a poem a day... whether awesome, bawdy, corny, dreadful, entertaining, fabulous, gross or hilariously hokey, I will try to string together everything from couplets to limericks - just for the fun of fiddling with words!
May 3rd, 2012
Today is quite a special day. I have actually reached the one year mark. I posted my first poem on May 3rd, 2011. I have had a great time doing this. It has basically become a habit and I don’t really want to stop. So, I am going to continue this thread because I have enjoyed it so much. It’s true that most of the poems were terrible. Some were good (or at least I thought so!) but mostly they were a reflection of something I either saw that day, thought of, felt or heard. In any case, I hope you have enjoyed the ride as much as I have. Here’s to letting the word out – come what may!
Showing posts with label reality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reality. Show all posts
Monday, March 21, 2016
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Heart & mind
I've never understood
The workings of the mind
When the heart overrules
The logical results you find
Now I understand the benefit
Of listening to your head
Of not giving everything over
To flowery words that are said
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
May maddness
It's tough to face reality
When it seems so far from home
A cold hard fact to slam your face
Showing how far youth can roam
But when the drama's over
And the tides have ebbed away
Can we get over this
And return to our month of May?
When it seems so far from home
A cold hard fact to slam your face
Showing how far youth can roam
But when the drama's over
And the tides have ebbed away
Can we get over this
And return to our month of May?
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