Sunday, January 31, 2016

"Storms"


As the storm approaches land the silence starkly looms
Darkness overcomes the day like empty, paneless rooms
The wind picks up, the waves rush on, the  shore becomes a foam
The sense is of the wolves that run, along the crest they roam
The thunder rocks the cliffs of life, the lightning shatters dreams
The past seems but a memory, upon horizon gleams
The storm will pass as all storms do
A moment's hap, no need to rue
The rain comes pouring down

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© 2014 whickwithy


Thursday, January 28, 2016

"The hounds of life"


Upon a dismal day
I trudge along
The hounds begin to bay
A haunting song
The pad of life's clawed feet
Race at my back
The fangs that snap for meat
That they do lack
I turn and face the face
Of life's false hope
With passion and a trace
Of life's true scope
A heartbeat's heard alone
Within my ear
That heart of purest tone
Removes all fear
It wills away the mist
So I can see
The hounds are but the gist
Of what would be
If Jewels were but a whist
In mind, for me

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© 2014 whickwithy


Tuesday, January 19, 2016

"Sputtering"


I sputter at the wind and rain encompassing the day
The daily intransigence of the walking wounded way
The benefice is stripped away, transcendence is undone
The weary walk on sandy shore, the sparkles are for none

A pause is felt
The winters melt
Perception has its say
The tide is low
The heart does know
That summer's come to stay

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© 2016 whickwithy

Monday, January 18, 2016

"The Scene"

The scene that I look out upon has never slightly changed
And, yet, somehow, and, often, it is all so rearranged
As if a thread were pulled and all the fabric were let loose
And, then, a magic hand would thread it back for my reuse
Or, like kaleidoscope that jumbles all within its view
A shattering of broken glass that slowly does ensue
Becoming more, each day, each year, as time does slowly pass
That brightens through the window's view, a well-defined stained glass

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© 2013 whickwithy


Friday, January 8, 2016

"Consequences"


Consequences of a move
A chess play every time
Each action is a chance to prove
The rhythm and the rhyme
The king is set and pawns arrayed
The queen, in glory, waits
Upon the precipice we stayed
Surveying all the traits
The piecemeal view which we discern
Leaves vistas unremarked
The learnings that we do not learn
Leaves mankind un-embarked
The wings to fly beyond the cliff
Are in our very soul
We only need to ask an if
To find that we are whole

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Tuesday, January 5, 2016

"Rhythm of the eye"


Repair, at last, the rhythm of the eye
Make sense of all of this of which I spy
The pans are known
The rhythm shone
And, with each beat
I feel the heat
And miss the wholesome sigh
The dissonance perceived is something less
The action and the nonsense need redress
The wit is thin
The nail is pin
The greed is known
Airs overblown
Beyond the pale I wait in eagerness

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© 2016 whickwithy


Monday, January 4, 2016

"The leaf"


A single leaf upon the water flowing down the stream
Ripples in the water push the leaf along a scheme
A stick may drag, a rock may swirl, the leaf's path undefined
But, still the leaf goes on its way accepting course assigned
To tumble down the falls of chance to rumble in the tide
The swirling, frothing, mists enshroud, a moment to abide
But, out it goes, still moving on, relentless is the ride
Upon the times that fortune grants, with grace the tree supplied

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Sunday, January 3, 2016

"Naïveté"


A simple thought, not glamour bound, belief in all one sees
Such frankness at the charge of life, no thought of angst that flees
A mantra through the depths of time, "I will naïveté"
A view to match the tides of life, a will that will be free
No shackles bind, no fetters trail, the arms are open wide
To take in all the breadth of life, the wonder that I ride
Encouraging the canter as the wind is felt so cool
The pace is set, horizons roll, the heart becomes the fuel

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Saturday, January 2, 2016

"Alone"


Alone and lonely are two different things
'Tis satisfaction with oneself that brings 
Accrual of the sense of life's true test
By pondering the heart of living's quest
To mount the wave through ocean's surging tide
Unaware of modesty or pride
To balance on the sharpest razor's edge
To wash away the gritty sands that dredge
Through all the waste of time's acknowledged aide
To reason like the waterfall's cascade
Tumbling to the vastness of the sea
At last, alone, finality's decree

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Friday, January 1, 2016

"Lightning"



Hand that floated to the side, the flicker of the wrist
Lightning flies from fingertips as fingers roll from fist
Laid low all wasted efforts, resurrecting will and way
Eternity a moment in the scope of agape´
Deep within the boundaries of all that life presents
The impetus unlimited, the heart, in whole, assents
To bring about a world that is unfettered by the fears
A world that's unrestrained by needless shedding of the tears


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