Month: December 2012

Sadness

The song of the worm - Glimpses between the cracks:Alice's Looking GlassSadness is a human trait..
For love and joy we seem to pay.
But thank you for the words and lines
The images and the humorous times.
If you wish to read my writes.
I hope you have a powerful light.
My user name is “catsideas”.
The rest was washed away by tears.
I promise nothing sweet and gay.
For poems come both night and day.
If your mind is full right up..
Toss away this poet’s cup.
I do not wish to correspond.
Emails, I am far beyond.
I gaze up at the stars and moon.
Listen now, you’ll hear my tunes.

Like fish dancing

Like fish dancing

in the warm ocean

we frolic in

the sea of love,

our bodies turning

and turning

around an invisible centre.

skin touches skin

gently like rose petals touch.

how do we speak

except by gestures

of the heart?

how do we know

except by loving touch?

The sea,infinite sea.

trusting the depths

giving ourselves away

with hands reaching

to touch again and again

Our medium is fluid,

no boundaries ,no edges,

washed here and there,

we paint our love

into being

our fingers the brush,

our skin the canvas.

such impressions we make.

 such laughter creating

Pray as you glow

He’s bared for the golf  course.
I passed for gray until I had a bath.
Most English people used to be beige but soon they’ll all be peach.
Please pass me on to a good home when you have unwired  me
Pass me your pluck and guts and I’ll be alright then
They passed the cat round after Mass.
They threw my hat at the double bass.
I pass as with it,despite my vying colors
I always took the path of most persistence;now look at me.
Water takes the path of least resistance and see how it floods like a pent up rage
Pray as you go with your woe and I’ll hold you with my calm.
He pays lip service to me every night.
Can you pay the grim reaper for me?
He play tunes through his nose.
He says he’s fuming and morose
Playback is a bewitching on my new radio
I grew long curls before I rhymed.It took a year.So forgive me my emphasis.,
They are like faint pleas to God that I send out in waves
Peel all the onions to make the sinners leap/weep/keep right on till the end of the code of morals
I’ll gently wheel you to the Inn so you must grin.
A penny is less then we thought
A pinny is a female matron