Thicker than blood, or: Bugaboo

Stop asking, for I'll answer you, extending pliant boundaries, embellishing fresh memories; vast worlds and words to be construed Power and pain, born both of truth, yearned after through the centuries; discerning eyes may peer beneath; all want to know -but then they do Reality shan't be eschewed, enticed, youths' curiosities; wishing to know His… Continue reading Thicker than blood, or: Bugaboo

Memories, or: Dreams

My 2nd blank verse EPIGRAPH: We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams.–Jeremy Irons (b. 1948) ... regret and failure, hopelessness against bulwark stubborn the generation's this; responding before breathe and pause; pain and anger the stifle and, kiss, hug, smile shall I; do… Continue reading Memories, or: Dreams

Snake, or: Feathered Serpent

Poetry Partners #1 A poem by Murisopsis of 'A Different Perspective' I carry a heavy burden Everyone I’ve ever met sits Friend and enemy alike crowded on my back I wish I could shed them Wiggle out of this skin Snagged on adversity And leave them behind Be free enough to fly Even so They… Continue reading Snake, or: Feathered Serpent

Am, Are, or: Always

no doors in walls to Keep out fear just: Look and See, but no walls there... once structures, now Convulsing lines there's Is, there's Was, less timeless rhymes no what, no I, but only Am Am Flail for textures; Whisper, "damn..." unbearable, Am's Feels Are Galled Walled in, Crawling, no space at all! nouns swiftly… Continue reading Am, Are, or: Always

Wither, or: Whither?

An Alouette You might nurture this, Though some would dismiss It: "Unworthy, consuming Sustenance needed By sundry seeded..." That are already blooming. Come, please water it, Give it just a bit Of attention and support. Should this come to wilt, Imagine the guilt... The dry, withered words of dirt. The Alouette This form was created… Continue reading Wither, or: Whither?

Yours, mine, or: Divine?

An Alouette Can you feel the love Tonight, high above These starlit skies? It is mine And yours, ours both, for It's our shared growth, or Perhaps it's fierce force (divine?)... Who knows? Not I. Do You? I once wooed you; Now, together, one and two, Thus entwined, we pull At each other, full Of… Continue reading Yours, mine, or: Divine?

Be for, or: Before

My 2nd Alouette Oft, I underrate My own some-day fate... Feeling I'm here for my child, Hoping to bequeath Firm blade for her sheath, Of many insights compiled. I'm mostly of thoughts And abandoned soughts, Verses my greatest pleasure. I pen ever more, Hoping that before End, she's sure of her measure. The Alouette This… Continue reading Be for, or: Before

Closer, or: Generations

An Alliterisen Perhaps prayer will work for her Some find wise worshipful words can comfort Whereas worship doesn't do much magic for cynical skeptics, surely she can connect? Should her heart's flowing fantasies supply solace, then that's splendid The Alliterisen The Alliterisen (Complex and Rhyming), a form created by Udit Bhatia, is a simple seven-lined poem… Continue reading Closer, or: Generations