Thursday, January 29, 2015

"Tour de force"

Tour de force

Rippled rille is on the course
Nothing left but tour de force
Symbols sliding all about
Well before the final rout
Now, you ask, what's done with this
Sugar, rhyme and arrowed kiss
What's done is done, there is no past
Hold on tight unto the mast
Touch and go, the final say
Hold the rhyme unto the way
Never once the firmament
Much less of the permanent
Flick the hand and lightning strikes
Toss the smile to little tykes
Never again lay down the pawn
Never again to faint or fawn
Touch the sky and blast it blue
Shake it now, at last imbue
Fervor past the least remorse
Settle not for tour de force
Tour de force has met its match
Broken door and open hatch

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© 2012 whickwithy

Saturday, January 10, 2015

""From now until the end of winter"


From now until end of winter is my time to write
Words, like arms, arrayed, once more, so surely filled with might
The pulse of heart transcribed
Stands foremost in battlefield of comprehension's war
How to understand this life, there's always so much more
When will of life's imbibed
The words that trained to celebrate, amazed at such a chore
The glory of the days and years, with all of life in store
Seasons, cycles, clocks that tick, the rhythm of the heart
Pulse like wildness on the wind that blows the door apart
Now, look within the workings of eternity's own space
See beyond the stanza's rhyme, beyond the moment's race
The shining helm and lance and sword of verse are now on guard
Alone, it stands upon its strength, within the hallowed yard
it guards the very door of time from shatterfall without
With practiced will of reasoned strength, it guards the last redoubt

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© 2012 whickwithy

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