Sunday, June 29, 2014

Poem: Waves



The sussuration of the waves has washed ashore a thought
The cresting waves surfed through the heart and peace and love were wrought
Insanity had had its reign, upon a lower shelf
Replaced with clefs within the soul-etched score that sings of self
Insights of life are sometimes scribed throughout the spanning years
Hard fought to find, sometimes those lessons etched with well-worn tears
I know the youth will scoff at this, there's nothing there to learn
To save, just one, from all that painful waste and useless burn
For as the waves, so joyous, wash away all of the grime
I find upon the shore's bright sand the glitter and the rhyme
Embracing life, in deeper pools, not ripples in the tide
Those superficial textures disappear like sandy stride
I settle on the sand as lowest tide sweeps in return
And, watch the waves of stellar light blast forth in steady burn
The moon shines forth, and stars portray the spark in all that's been
Of life and love and passion found and all the beauty seen
The waves of sound, from thundrous notes, begin and end the score
A wave of light, or is it tide, shakes cosmos to the core

Poem: The sea


The ripples build as in a trance
Transformed to waves across expanse
And both do mask the swell
Far beneath the surge is strong
Massive movement deep and long
What strength, we cannot tell
And, then the tide adds its effect
A massive touch of moon's respect
This scend we will not quell
From crest, we see the daunting sky
From trough, the sea will capture eye
And, sudden, feel so fell
Conditions perfect for the merge
With ripples, waves, and swelling surge
And man is flung to dell

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© 2012 whickwithy

Saturday, April 12, 2014

The Last Bastion

When all is lost, there's nothing left, the war is at the door
Why is it that you'll battle on, what brings you back for more?
Is fame or money or power or pride the price that is to be?
To flicker on and shoot upright, to keep the flame, not flee?
Where is the armour shielding all, the will to face the fates?
Where is the strength to never fall? like mothered pearl the plates
How do you keep the honor true while fighting subtle wars?
No will to die when all is lost while in those corridors
Only this can make it all so clearly worth the while
To struggle on through darkest age, to take each step with style

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© 2012 whickwithy

Thursday, March 6, 2014

The Impossible Day

Every day when I wake up
Put something bold into my cup
If fanciful or something fey
A thought to last throughout the day
If a little silly too
A smile could last the whole day through
I see, a few examples, now
Might help the what, but not the how
If speed of light were tied unto
The rate at which the cosmos blew
What, then, would happen to the fact
If expansion jumped the track?
Your dog, like mine, might be quite sweet
But, what if he began to tweet?
This all may seem quite silly
But surely is the point
Like wobbly, new born filly
Would, of a day, anoint
A special feeling for the day
To keep the oft-mundane at bay
One of my favorites of all time
My baby's birthday danced in rhyme
And one she'll never understand
To watch the sun rise o'er the land

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© 2012 whickwithy

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Shatterfall

Shatterfall, the wind too weary
From crowds encumbered there
Alone the darkness, sad and bleary
The crowds too large to care
Crowds still gather, grow each day
So many lost along the way
Fame fools some and glory too
Clamors rise in grayish hue
Inspirations lost to din
The heart decides to seek within
Drive sanity through depth to true
Fame and glory, only slew
But, now, the teeming masses whole
Amass the silence of the soul
Wherefore, the soul cries out its heart
To find the way and, then, the start
Soul sings such songs as wills the ways
Eyes closed, heart open, body sways
Then, follows there, in comfort dark
Vast shining vistas, sere and stark
Now is seen the vain false hope
Of crowds that teem on broken slope
But the way beyond the dearth
Shows to be but fallow earth
Further on is seen the field
That only seeds of soul can yield
No longer lost to touch and feel
No longer tossed, the soul is healed
It lies all 'round, soul can't confirm
But guides eternity to term

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© 2012 whickwithy