7 a.m. Haiku
summer clouds
my eyes more asleep
than the rest of me
red poppies
now bloomed out
as I run out of rouge
June rain
wet sand in my shoes
and a crab
© Ella Wagemakers, 06.58 Dutch time (= 00.58 EST in the US)
Sleep Deprived
Sleep deprived, I can’t decide,
Continue? can’t open my eyes.
Foggy, soggy, liquid matter.
No time for idle chatter.
Beauty rest, I cannot get,
falling fast, like off the fence,
when I hit the final fall,
its gonna make a splatter.
healthy way enjoying meal
taking care oneself
nowadays gluten food proliferation
endangering living
healthful knowledge
vegan food delight
more vegan
more organic
the best against gluten food
symbolic tangent of good living
Seduction after Dark
After dark, the moon is full and bloody red
Eyes longing, searching for a victim to devour.
Victims who are susceptible to her magic charms,
her tempest beauty is enticing and tempting.
Lonely spirit are inviting and she’s itching her way
to seduced her first victim. Blood oozing from first bite.
The night is in desolation, victims longing to draw closer,
spreading her aura of desires to get in.
She sneak in the dark alley to steal the moment,
Of forbidden sin..a crime passion.
The water here is no longer viable
And food deliveries, are at best, unreliable
If we are caught here, its undeniable
That we would all be held liable
But be like Hickory wood, unpliable
For no bounty on our heads is even remotely justifiable
For no bounty on our heads is not remotely justifiable
not just water here is viable
They would hold liable
If we are caught undeniable
And are, at best, unreliable
to be like religion, unpliable
like steel, unpliable
is any remotely justifiable
Theater no longer viable
That which would be liable
caught here, undeniable
And delivers the unreliable
yes, even the unreliable
however unpliable
calls for the justifiable
thirst ending viable
absent of liable
its undeniable
undeniable
is this our reliable
no longer viable
remotely justifiable
still unpliable
liable
We hold liable
If caught here undeniable
at best, unreliable
the forever unpliable
bounty on justifiable
The viable
no longer viable held liable
best unreliable, its undeniable
like Hickory wood, unpliable remotely justifiable
Hour 16
Leave Her Alone
Leave her alone, O straying grief
Muddle her thoughts not like a thief
Procure not sadness inept her relief
Pray, let stray not her belief
Leave her alone O hurried despondence
And join her not agony, in correspondence
Let her spirits not give defeat admittance
Devoid us not her presence
Leave her alone O mimed feared
As her courage is torn and sheared
And will is shattered and seared
The day of her fight is neared
Leave her alone O canny who betray
And he who promises away
Hurl not at her a dark day
Wait now she is to say
Leave her alone O desperate solitude
Accept her renewal of humble servitude
Unmarked her name, renowned attitude
Gather apologies, she has no substitute
Autobiography Of A Face
Face
Young, hairy
Performing, educating, expressing
Smiles through the heartbreak
Ian
Poem 14
The stars sprinkled down around us
As I looked into the blue sky of your eyes
The sun tucked itself in behind its purple blanket
The moon hung above on its silver beams to watch over us
The tide rose and fell in syncopation with our mutual heartbeat
And all was right in my world
Eve Remillard
6/14/2015
Mermaid Sestina
On a quest for Love
swam the Mermaid
With hair of Curl
And eyes the color of the Moon
She avoided the Sun
And frolicked in the Ocean
Deep in the Ocean
Swam the Mermaid in search of Love
She avoided the Sun
So men would not catch the Mermaid
As she danced by the light of the Moon
And stroked her hair of Curl
The mermaid played her hair of Curl
As she frolicked by the Ocean
Guarded by the light of the Moon
On a fruitless quest for Love
Danced the Mermaid
As she hid from the Sun
The Mermaid avoided the Sun
And stroked her hair of Curl
In her element was the Mermaid
As she frolicked in the Ocean
In search of Love
Under a silver Moon
Beneath a silver Moon
And away from a golden Sun
Danced the mermaid in search of Love
She stroked her hair of Curl
As she cavorted in the Ocean
Danced the Mermaid
Lo, there lies the Mermaid
Underneath a silver Moon
Returned to her Ocean
She came too close to the golden Sun
No more to stroke her hair of Curl
No more to search for Love
The Mermaid could live only if she avoided the golden Sun
And danced under a silver Moon while she stroked her hair of Curl
For only in the Ocean, not outside it, could she find Love
-30-
On closing
closing seems such useless work,
only to open up again.
Today and yesterday again,
Tomorrow through the day again.
Let’s pretend that we could quick,
these hopeless pointless working wade,
Let’s pretend it means something,
To will away these weekend days..