A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination.
A log of our magnificent journey.
|I listen to the breeze
imploring me to seize the chance
and join in Nature's dance
upon the broad expanse of green,
where deer and geese convene
in harmony between the hills
among the daffodils
with music from the milling bees.
Notes on the Luc Bat form of poetry ▼
The purpose of this exhortation
is to make all you writers aware
of benefits derived from exploration
beyond the realm of factual affair.
Just follow your Muse to Inspiration Station,
where one can see pixies dance in a stream,
or details of a future revelation,
caught in the camera of a dream.
|cold penetrates beneath the layers of clothing
freezing, awful, gripping, winter
bulbous nose is clogged by curds of snot
running, salty, sniffling, February
licking mucus from frozen upper lip
shivering, nasty, flowing, constant
spitting out gurgling wads of phlegm
hacking, coughing, sneezing, incessant
Notes on the Mobius form of poetry ▼
|Just being there among the daffodils
is better than a bottle full of pills
to remedy the worst of all my ills
and restore my faith in the field of dreams--
those dreams which take me to another place
away from commerce race with hectic pace,
just soaking up the best of Nature's grace,
while listening to songs of mountain streams.
Notes on the Ochtfochlach form of poetry ▼
The new year came in with a loud thud,
as we slammed the door on twenty-twenty,
which gave us nothing but a flood of crud:
and then there was the party,
where I tried to drown all my sorrows.
After a while,
I felt the need to relieve myself
and stumbled toward the lavatory door,
but I was sadly mistaken,
in a glistening pile
of yellow snow.