GliscorMan
01-24-2014, 12:05 AM
That's right, poetry! Not what you were thinking? Well, I'll change your mind. Or at least that's my intention. Feedback if you want, I'll be adding to this occasionally with new poems as I revisit/create them. Happy reading!
Time's Ballad
Tick, tock goes the clock,
Looking down the city block.
People pass, so does time.
Tick, tock.
Standing sentinel at the top of the building,
Carefully counting the seconds building.
Tick, tock.
Measuring the seconds, minutes, hours,
He remains beyond all powers.
Tick, tock.
Fast or slow, we have no control.
He never, ever bores.
Tick, tock.
Tick, tock.
Never shall he die.
Summer's End
The clouds fade
from soft lavender
to deep purple.
A chill winds pick up,
to make one shiver
and carries the aroma
of woodsmoke in the distance.
A chorus of crickets
walks out for intermission
leaving the wind
to frolic in the leaves.
To Reason (My personal favorite)
Broken and fraught,
A man once sought
The truth, the way, and the will
To protect the world
From all that he could
So he walked with Lady Logic.
He asked of her
“How do I err
On the path for what I will?”
This Muse for he,
Ponders does she,
And so said Lady Logic:
“You have had enough,
so it may seem rough,
And make of it what you will,
But a Whale this weight
Is a task too great
Even for I, astute Lady Logic.”
He took her tips,
A smile on his lips,
For he finally found his will,
And walked away,
Into the Darkened fray,
Heeding his Lady Logic.
Time's Ballad
Tick, tock goes the clock,
Looking down the city block.
People pass, so does time.
Tick, tock.
Standing sentinel at the top of the building,
Carefully counting the seconds building.
Tick, tock.
Measuring the seconds, minutes, hours,
He remains beyond all powers.
Tick, tock.
Fast or slow, we have no control.
He never, ever bores.
Tick, tock.
Tick, tock.
Never shall he die.
Summer's End
The clouds fade
from soft lavender
to deep purple.
A chill winds pick up,
to make one shiver
and carries the aroma
of woodsmoke in the distance.
A chorus of crickets
walks out for intermission
leaving the wind
to frolic in the leaves.
To Reason (My personal favorite)
Broken and fraught,
A man once sought
The truth, the way, and the will
To protect the world
From all that he could
So he walked with Lady Logic.
He asked of her
“How do I err
On the path for what I will?”
This Muse for he,
Ponders does she,
And so said Lady Logic:
“You have had enough,
so it may seem rough,
And make of it what you will,
But a Whale this weight
Is a task too great
Even for I, astute Lady Logic.”
He took her tips,
A smile on his lips,
For he finally found his will,
And walked away,
Into the Darkened fray,
Heeding his Lady Logic.