Category: Poetry

New tendrils stretch in the blush of sunrise as strings of dewdrop pearls glimmer on silken strands spread by faery hands Whispering winds an ancient aire murmur, the bitter cold stone of winter consuming ’til my spirit takes flight to vertigo heights where leaves cascade in rustling showers of golden greens muted against painted wings…

Every bird was made to fly Forsake the dust and sail the sky We love the egg in which we lie Until adventure steals our hearts away Now you laugh, and my soul sings Yet anxious of what the future brings To your every breath my memory clings Like artifacts saved for a lonelier day…

The bus pulls up to the faded green sign, An impatient beast uttering low rumblings and carbon emissions. For once I am on the inside looking out And because I have nothing better to do I stare out the window, down at the sidewalk, Down to where sits you. I’ve never seen you before But…

Epic Everyone’s life is a story. Some are told within a word or a sentence. Some through many a paragraph. But the only time we seem to pay much mind to their epic is through their epitaph. Legion 22DEC10

Period Comma, I have given pause to you within this life and have contemplated, nay, Questioned this mark I have made upon this world that continues its Exclamation, its point, in which I find no comfort, nor comfirmation and thus end, not within this single moment, but within nothing more than this Period. Legion 07NOV08

Resting on a lounge chair next to a pool The weather sunny and bright With songs from my ipod So soothing and calm There was a fountain big and tall In the middle of the pool it stood Its water dropping from its height Creating melodious music of its kind I must have dozed off…

Epoch of Mass Deletion Syllables graze Upon the page Amongst similes And metaphors alike As onomatopoeia buzzes about, Alliterating thought, Unaware of the coming plight. Verbage soars Through the sonnet fields Seeking shelter From the nature Of haiku, Its story, once upon a time, Dwelt within poetic flight. Wisdom roams, Adjectively defined, While hunting punctuation…

Intrepid go we into time With nary a wrinkle nor worry Seeing no further than our tread We take the next step without dread No telling might happen the invisible hand of fate be seen Just before too late next full instants loom new uncountable futures bloom Beyond where dust settles and shoes wear thin,…

Discrimination Dis is the crime of the nation In comes the dub-poet So he can utter his frustration Can you listen to his poem? Reading ‘outrage’ as an abomination In using words, we need to comb Mildly the hairs in our Imaginative alienation No longer human As the nation The eternal harbour Is wrecked On…

Ode to a Bug Poor bug Drowned. At the bottom It was found. A short life Shorter made In this glass Of lemonade. I wondered of its dying thoughts Or if it truly thinks. Wish I’d found it sooner, Before I’d finished my drink. Legion 12APR08