Silence
SILENCE.
In bold letters we must
scream for others to hear
our meager means!
No SOUND.
We yell for we hate
and with boisterous bickering tones,
the crowd dies
down.
The Taste of Summer
Honeydew and morning glory
Crackling heat
And scary stories
Hickory smoke
Grilled artichoke
Laughter,love,and smiles
Abound
That’s what summer tastes like
Poem Seven
You try to go unnoticed
But I see you
You think nobody cares about you
But I care for you
I try talking to you to help
But you walk a way
And you still think
Nobody will care when your gone
Destiny
And maybe it’s not destiny
that we end up together,
but it sure was fate that
brought out our warm weather.
And perhaps it’s not fortune
that we’ll hold on now or ever,
but it sure is inevitable
that I’ll love you forever.
Pen and Ink
Taken off the site due to personal reasons!
If you are a marathoner and want to read this one, just let me know! 🙂
Shakespeare with a Twist
Romeo and Juliet, star crossed lovers of yore,
Destined to a heartless end by familial animus
Forever doomed forever more,
Succumbing to the patriarchal rivalries
How so this adolescent aspiration
Saw through this acrimony,
And dreamed of bliss and celebration,
and matrimonial ceremony.
The treachery of the apothecary,
The missed communication,
Left poor Romeo aghast and solitary,
And tainted with suicidal persuasion.
And we, the heartbroken audience had hoped
How much more joyous if they had just eloped.
© 2014 D. Edward Croy
New take on an old classic: among the poppies!
Dorothy was not in Kansas anymore.
A good witch with a twinkly wand, portly munchkins- trebles in their voices, a yellow brick road. A man made of straw, a man made of tin- both walking and talking but lacking vital organs! A scaredy lion, weeping aloud; A gleaming emerald city, a horse of many colours, a wizard-disillusionment! Wicked witch who melts in water, crystal ball, fainting spells, flying monkeys! Slippers made of rubies, and a spell for homecoming…
And she woke among the poppies- just not in Kansas! 😉
Forgotten
In silence
The bird calls to the winds,
But no one hears its voice,
And it is forgotten,
And it is alone.
Seventh Post: Dear Doctor
Dear Doctor
Here you are again,
On our TV screens again.
Showing us that it’s what’s inside
That matters, no matter the face.
One person can make a difference,
Fixing things with a screwdriver –
One thing at a time.
Call you, in your little blue box,
You will be there, answering our need for help.
Taking over Saturday evenings,
Science fiction and fantasy on prime-time again,
Flying the flag for imagination and creativity.
You may be fiction,
But your message is true.
And you inspire so many,
To be their best,
To be real.
This is it
Strange shadows reside in my path
Unseen arms encircling me around
Don’t know my future
Don’t know my past
Whatever it is it is THIS moment
Heat of this moment accentuates
My heart beat
This very moment is
All lit-up,
Rest is dark
Why would I want to
Waste this moment
This is my and mine
Moment…
There is no future nor past
This is the living soul
Right here right now
Glory of this moment
Enhances the life,
As it is…NOW
Seema Sahoo – ©