So which of one of yoU is tHe pOet?

Stories seem to be in agreement
That the most effective spot
To place an arrow
Is in an eye

Never having shot
Even at a paper target
I can neither confirm nor deny
If this is fact

But you would think
Monsters would evolve
To put their brains
In a safer place

Stories seem to be in agreement
That the most effective spot
To place an arrow
Is in an eye

Never having shot
Even at a paper target
I can neither confirm nor deny
If this is fact

But you would think
Monsters would evolve
To put their brains
In a safer place

Although I am grateful
For the extra miles
In my experience
Double posts are a precursor
To eventual banishment

ymmv

Double vision however
As simulated like a child
Crossing her eyes
Still entertains me

Something in the symmetry
Of the interval imposed

Though if one could not return
To a single view
Like the parent’s threat
You will freeze that way…

I suppose that is somewhat more likely
Than my ever
Shooting anyone’s eye out

I must remind myself
To stay the course

Nature is calling

But it is unlikely
One can ever be
Wholly outside of Nature

Unlike bottled water
We carry it within

hehe another nice one

They make posters of dots,
and hang the at "spencer's"

If you cross your eyes slightly
disobeying logic sensros

A Three Dee IMAGE appears!

It's a dot-dolphin or dot-car!

It has depth if I keep my eyes crossed JUST so far--

ohh I lost it

Just dots now this poster at the store.

Hmm, think I'll buy it

and stare at it some more.

And take it for granted
That it will always be accessible
At least to spirit
As spirit is to pattern born

Good work 404,

Like you I muste refuel

I did not think you could make this so fun, I salute you, nobody style.

[salutes a bard of soul, tho rhyming not always the goal, I see you as being whole, not mole]

The best light of the year
Is in September
A golden shading
A crispness of shadow

Thanks back, History Guy
May your imaginal Chevy run forever

Old cars have a following
As dedicated as any faith
They will be treasured
And cared for
Long after the monuments of greed

They have earned it
By beauty and service

Anything that exists
Someone has a heart for

And anything carefully looked at
Becomes a fascination
A silent moon

I wonder at its orbit
I ponder its aspects in phase
I search for its appearance
And count its days

This thread is dead...



Just some rhymes that will be lost in time...

Circular the reasoning
That corrals the similar path

There is no death

But of course it is a matter of faith
That all is transformation

Blind faith

Most days

So the sun makes golden edges
And leaves drink their fill of light
Then fall into a shadow
To become the future nurturers
Of trees yet unimagined

Such is life

Most things
Are future dirt
But it is as noble a calling
As kings and angels

I don’t know how people
Look at screens all day
I praise their ability
To focus

And I think of the ghosts of the language
Shapes and sounds released from their purpose
They should have a haven
A heaven

A retirement home for the old words
No one uses anymore
They did their part
And time throws echoes
Nothing is forgotten
Nothing is lost

At the gate stands
The Recording Angel
Moonlighting
And a grove of immanent trees
To whisper
The discarded Names of God

It is also most probably the home
Of lost socks

No one tells anyone
To shut up