obey,
they tell females,
find silence,
suicide,
eat nothing,
teach each
to thrive
from few
Possibility?
Open, trying to
find freshness,
she struggles--
even near the end--
to transform, feel,
fly.
Weeping figures
often
tears
tumble,
falling
furtively,
shimmering;
sadness
envelops,
nothing
tempers
except
thinking
troubles
fade
finally
Dying Palm
Once tender,
The fronds fall,
Softly,
Sadly,
Eventually nearly tan,
Expiring tragically,
Toughened,
Fatally,
Finished.
Upon Deaf Ears
Ominously, the time falls forever silent, somehow evaporating noise that even threatened to find fulfillment.
Operatically Trembling Thankfuls
Ostentatious troubadours
Touch fine fickle saps,
Simpering extravagance
’Neath turgid epitaphs;
Throaty titillations
’Fuscating follyflaps.
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Perhaps an explanation is in order: ”follyflaps” is a word which here means the feeling of unease one experiences in the tummyflops when suddenly realizing one’s own folly. Additionally, ’Fuscating, obviously short for obfuscating, is taken from the Latin “fuscus” meaning obscure, dusky, or something to do with the cover of darkness.. . Hopefully this clears up any misunderstandings resulting from my compulsion to rhyme even at the expense of formulating heretofore unknown or obfuscatery phrases, for which I am grievously and pompously apologetic.
Ode to the founding fathers
States, soverigns, empire nations to elections
the thirst for freedom
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Once taken, they found freedom— silently sitting, examining.
Never to escape the trails fear facilitated.
Reflecting at the End
Over
Tracing the fracture
fingertips
stenciling sand
even now
the echoes
trickle through
forgone
forever
Count the Fall Flavors
Orange trees,
The fall flavors- savor.
See enchanting November
Taste every tiny thing-
fall flavors.