Tag Archives: Poetry

GUEST POST // Lullaby by Gregory Waits, Jr.

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“Lullaby” by Jaguarwoman

inside a maze
the insomniacs play
for just an hour more, no more
just an hour, no more.
stealing night gazes
peeling songs from leaves
for just an hour, no more
just an hour, no more.
a twinkling star of love,
kisses and hugs, “shoo-be-doo-be-love
za-zibby-dwiggy-ba-da-doo-be-alright
so they could feel the calm in the air of night
close your eyes, no need to fight, yes
embrace this cool nighty-night and
you can always call me
when you can’t sleep at night.”

by GREGORY WAITS JR.
© All rights reserved 2015

GUEST POST // Tessellate by Obsidian Visionary

Change your very being to blend in
Not be colorful while the rest have pale skin
Ignore the crow’s calling to sleep with doves
Maybe then you will find true love.

Love of being accepted into to the idea of Propriety,
Bearing the dark mark of a disheveled society
Vanish into the constant pattern of in-numerous nobody’s
Trapped in the array, mind fervently fuzzy.

Cut the sides, smooth the edges
To fit right in, resignation you must pledge.
The fear of being an outcast far too great
Sink into the mould as triangles tessellate.

Is this the wondrous utopia you had dreamt ?
An atrocious life where you are unnaturally bent.
Maybe you were never meant to fit the “mould”
But instead to be your true motley of silver and gold.

by OBSIDIAN VISIONARY
© All rights reserved 2015

Toleration

A butterfly dies
with wings putting together
Palms of a prayer
Confession and repentance
of a happy careless life

An ant who devours
death and flesh, feelers and legs
never touches wings
never cuts off a prayer
It’s the greatest blasphemy

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

a Walkover

Poetry can touch
only milk-and-water girls! –
Would you bet on it?

Hey, sure thing! – OK…
Can you give me a crayon,
moron? – What?! – I won!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

The Blog Tour Award. The four winds. Part 1 – Boreas

You and me
take three simple words
Sun-Moon-Sky
You and me
start to compose a haiku
Just Five-Seven-Five

You and me
aren’t original
Look – ‘The Sun
shines brightly
The Moon shimmers tenderly
in the boundless Sky’

You and me
juxtapose haikus
We’re amazed
It’s the same
as we spot the difference
between fingerprints

Your Sun warms
My Sun burns, ground out
Your Moon is
for poets
My Moon is for those who have
Lunaphobia

Your Sky… well,
Skies are similar
A canvas
No, rather
a blank sheet of paper for
our diagnoses

You and me
lay under the blue
where two Suns
where two Moons
hang out in one boundless Sky…
Apples-Oranges

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Well, guys… It’s the first part of my journey where I have been kicked by one charming Babe. And it looks like I decided to turn to dismemberment. Dammit! Yes, my sweetie, it’s too late to apologize!

How does my work differ from others in my genre? It differs almost as much as my gene combination differs from others.
(see poem above)

And today I deliver the first gold ticket to the north, to Matthew Cauffman aka This Mortal Flesh. Matthew, there are proper rules for you:
(your date is Monday, June 15th)

1) Pass the tour on up to four other bloggers.
2) Give your nominees the rules and a specific Monday to post.
3) Answer four questions about your creative process which lets other bloggers and visitors know what inspires you to do what you do.
– How does my work differ from others in my genre?
– How does my writing/creative process work?
– Why do I write or create what I do?
– What am I working on at the moment?
4) Compose a one-time post on a specific Monday (date given from your nominator).

Unbolt has done her duty. Let him go… well, not for long.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015