25 February 2012 - Bloody Weave - triolet

More musing from the argument; but, this is just the way I let the emotions run free while permanently caging them.

25 February 2012 - Bloody Weave - triolet

Annealed to convention, she hates;

there’s blood within the carpet’s weave.

With venom, serpent chooses mates

annealed to convention.  She hates

the way my tongue so aggravates.

Is it so hard to then believe

annealed to convention she hates,

there’s blood within the carpet’s weave?

3-28-12

params: A8, B8, a8,A8,a8,b8,A8,B8

24 February 2012 - Nightwish - rap sonnet

Just something that flowed while listening to ‘Feel for You’ by Nightwish, the orchestral metal band.

24 February 2012 - Nightwish - rap sonnet

Tremble and flitter, chide and chitter

forcibly remove yourself, just go;

resembling litter, stain the ground,

between the pavement grooves, you’ll flow.

Stutter and gasp, there isn’t time to tell

which lie has led you here, and which did not;

shuttered in the grasp, falling down the well,

stroked by many fears, you’ve slipped all knots.

Like heavy metal, rake the sound until it cuts,

bleed and die, then bleeding, die some more;

if all such music takes and pounds, then strut––

can’t tell you when to listen or what for.

Release the dogs, there’s hares to chase and call,

and only one hole down which we forever fall.

3-28-12

params: lots of rhyme, exterior and interior, some kind of rhythmic beat

23 February 2012 - Living In-Between - fv

Just an idle rambling musing, sparked by an argument with T tonight...

23 February 2012 - Living In-Between - fv

If life is one long breath

and we get only one

moment

to exhale

and

only one moment

to

inhale,

can you

live

desperately enough

to make

the in-between

matter?

3-28-12

22 February 2012 - Kiss Met - aubade

Here’s something else Audrey liked to believe in; kissing, kissing a lot.  So, let’s see what I can do with this...

22 February 2012 - Kiss Met - aubade

He trimmed the rain, she washed the moon

and in between

kisses chased the stars

He couldn’t sing, she was deaf and mute

and in between

kisses lit night’s candles

He had empty pockets, she had expectations

and in between

kisses burned a hole

His awkward shyness, her love of riddles

and in between

kisses were served like salads

He waited by the curb, she waited inside

and in between

kisses opened doors

He stammered when he called, she only listened

and in between

courage kissed patience

His car broken down, she always took the L

and in between

kisses met with kismet

**

They say time stalls when love is being kissed;

and I’m not here to dispute that fact.

3-26-12

params: a love song set at dusk/night.

21 February 2012 - Prettiest Girls - rinterzato

This poem’s theme springs from part of a quote on a blogger’s ‘about me’ page, the specific line from something Audrey Hepburn once said; “I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls”.  Should be self explanatory from here.

21 February 2012 - Prettiest Girls - rinterzato

The words belong to silver screens of yore

‘believe that happy girls are prettiest’

there’s resonance when application’s core

brings light to bear on lessons soon learned best.

There’s smiles and lips that widen yet unseen,

there’s cheeks that never touch the eyes or soul

and depths that never stirred, make looks obscene;

too many paper rags on racks are tolled.

there’s three dimensions,

there’s sight and sound

there’s no pretensions,

where hearts are found

there’s more to winks

there’s breadth to sighs

these chains hold links

like phony holds its lies

Don’t turn or move too sudden––you’ll be gone,

a profile disappearing, set on edge;

and turning full, your back will change like dawn

and paper thin, facades cry beauty’s hedged.

I know what Audrey means, I know that type––

when beauty in the holder’s eye is hype.

3-26-12

params: rinterzato;  any sonnet with 8 shorter lines interspersed either metered or not, rhymed or not.

20 February 2012 - Where Song Ends - rinterzato

This one shows two sides of love; the waiting and longing, and the promise of commitment.  More an image in my head which I poeticized.

20 February 2012 - Where Song Ends - rinterzato

She lay on the bed, her arm extended;

moonlight, intruder, candle exhausted;

wine glass, it’s cracking, her faith accosted;

alone, she’s alone, her heart’s not mended.

he strums the strings inviting doubt,

he hums the things, she could do without.

Her lips,  near her pillow, but breath, far away;

breaking, porcelain, fragile, in pieces;

vagrant, her arm lies, consumed, lies will sway;

her mind, like her heart, fulfilled night’s creases.

he’s calling her, she’s dreaming back,

he’s stalling her, streams drowning knack.

There bare, understudy, enslaved, her eyes close;

past wait, she’s naked, looking for promise;

bedsheets, lost eddies, curling, she’s exposed;

blooded, cut roses, won’t last long, like this.

his song like love, fleeting sorrow,

and gone too long, forgets tomorrow.

Classic, like a painting, she lies, midnight oils;

pigments, best from grounds grown in fertile soil.

he styles the strings, she plies canvas,

his song refrains, her brush can’t stand less.

3-21-12

params:  rinterzato;  any sonnet with 8 shorter lines interspersed either metered or not, rhymed or not.

19 February 2012 - Creeping Jenny - rondelet

I set up two on shore ‘digging and basking’ places for the turtles in my pond today, taking some errant strands of a creeping, spreading plant called Creeping Jenny from the garden and transplanting them.  I’ve seen pictures and hope I get the same results; ground hugging dense, light green leaflets that will cling to stone and dangle in the pond water.  Should be a very natural look and Creeping Jenny is very hardy.

Now, the below starts off describing what appears to be a girl, Jenny, and attributing a creeping nature to her.  She is also seen as spreading the dirt, planting, sowing, planting in places where dirt/soil/nutrients are poor.  As she stretches herself, she becomes many.  Stone can be seen here as those that have no heart but when Jenny arrives, she can reap a bountiful harvest.  The shore can be a person’s well being and this she clothes in fine, green finery.

But perhaps you think this poem is just about a low growing ground cover which once established, is both dense and lush.  Yeah, right.

19 February 2012 - Creeping Jenny - rondelet

Creeping, Jenny

spreads her fingers where dirt is thin.

Creeping, Jenny

will stretch out, becoming many

lace strands over stone.  Once she’s in,

she’ll dress the shore in fine green skin;

Creeping Jenny.

3-21-12

params:  4A,8b,4A,8a,8b,8b,4A