Poetry Explosion!!!
Alright this is an old old poem I wrote awhile back I just never got around to finalizing it. I actually finished writing this in february 6, 2004. Wait no that can't be right cause I wrote it in my little travel book and I wasn't working at Wal-mart at the time so I must have written this Feb. of this year.
Anyway...
"Tween Papa's Toes"
In the back pocket
of the Dixie lands
where country folk
and working man
share precious sands
and dizzy rails
in the watch and care
of Papa's loving stare.
In the valley,
down the street
on the Ridge
where youngins sleep
as whitered soldiers
breathe tales
of the beehive city
that lays at Papa's feet.
We live and grow,
born from the bones
of Papa's toes.
We eat and sleep
and build our homes
out of sticks and stones.
Down by the river
on Market and Broad
where towers are built
to honor the gods
that reach to the sky
bleeding from fingertip scratchs.
Brick, stone, and glass
and fields of pillowy grass
where children grow
and lose themselves
in the midnight firefly glow
of Papa's gemstone crown
that sparkles and shines
above this home of mine.
We dance and sing
neath street corner lights
to the honey violin laughter
that floats through the night
past trinket shops
on Frazier square
glimmer and twinkle
tiny rows of
Jesus lights
that keeps us from harm
and pitfalls unaware.
O mighty vein of water,
that flows past Papa's feet,
Mother to us
and wife to the Valley Lord
hear your children's cries
and bring us peace once more.
We drink from your mighty veins,
vampiric children
sucking up the bloody rain
precious gifts
made by our mother
and blessed by our father.
O brothers,
hear me now!
Raise your voices
your hearts in thanks
of what we've been given.
Lift your hands
with open eyes in pride
for what we have made.
This is our valley,
village and home
where the Children's children
can prosper and grow
safe in the arms
of Mama's hold.
If so inclined
to see through Papa's eyes
to look over
our brothers, our cousins,
and lovers.
To drench ourselves
in the glimmer and twinkle
of the home we built
with sticks and stones
that God has blessed
that glently sleeps
tween Papa's toes.
~Eruesso~
And one more...
"Scandalous Crimes"
We smile like mimes
bumbling fumbling mimes
caught in an invisible net
we built with
our blushing eyes.
I creep closer,
you scoot too,
we inch closer,
like in our timid
8th grade years.
I'm shy,
are you shy too?
let's be shy together
as we fight off
each other's tigerflies.
Pinkies marching
crawling like snailing magnets
towards their
significant others.
Brushing, timid caressing
interlocking relief
in the presence
of our tigerflies defeat.
We smile as we're punished
for last night's stolen time.
Two thieves snickering
of the bounty recieved
of last night's
scandalous crimes.
Still we tiptoe,
only hinting at
shadowed suggestions
licking our lips
for invisible flavors
we have yet
to taste and savor.
~Eruesso~
I'll comment on both later. I have to quickly cook, eat, and dress myself baby!!
Anyway...
"Tween Papa's Toes"
In the back pocket
of the Dixie lands
where country folk
and working man
share precious sands
and dizzy rails
in the watch and care
of Papa's loving stare.
In the valley,
down the street
on the Ridge
where youngins sleep
as whitered soldiers
breathe tales
of the beehive city
that lays at Papa's feet.
We live and grow,
born from the bones
of Papa's toes.
We eat and sleep
and build our homes
out of sticks and stones.
Down by the river
on Market and Broad
where towers are built
to honor the gods
that reach to the sky
bleeding from fingertip scratchs.
Brick, stone, and glass
and fields of pillowy grass
where children grow
and lose themselves
in the midnight firefly glow
of Papa's gemstone crown
that sparkles and shines
above this home of mine.
We dance and sing
neath street corner lights
to the honey violin laughter
that floats through the night
past trinket shops
on Frazier square
glimmer and twinkle
tiny rows of
Jesus lights
that keeps us from harm
and pitfalls unaware.
O mighty vein of water,
that flows past Papa's feet,
Mother to us
and wife to the Valley Lord
hear your children's cries
and bring us peace once more.
We drink from your mighty veins,
vampiric children
sucking up the bloody rain
precious gifts
made by our mother
and blessed by our father.
O brothers,
hear me now!
Raise your voices
your hearts in thanks
of what we've been given.
Lift your hands
with open eyes in pride
for what we have made.
This is our valley,
village and home
where the Children's children
can prosper and grow
safe in the arms
of Mama's hold.
If so inclined
to see through Papa's eyes
to look over
our brothers, our cousins,
and lovers.
To drench ourselves
in the glimmer and twinkle
of the home we built
with sticks and stones
that God has blessed
that glently sleeps
tween Papa's toes.
~Eruesso~
And one more...
"Scandalous Crimes"
We smile like mimes
bumbling fumbling mimes
caught in an invisible net
we built with
our blushing eyes.
I creep closer,
you scoot too,
we inch closer,
like in our timid
8th grade years.
I'm shy,
are you shy too?
let's be shy together
as we fight off
each other's tigerflies.
Pinkies marching
crawling like snailing magnets
towards their
significant others.
Brushing, timid caressing
interlocking relief
in the presence
of our tigerflies defeat.
We smile as we're punished
for last night's stolen time.
Two thieves snickering
of the bounty recieved
of last night's
scandalous crimes.
Still we tiptoe,
only hinting at
shadowed suggestions
licking our lips
for invisible flavors
we have yet
to taste and savor.
~Eruesso~
I'll comment on both later. I have to quickly cook, eat, and dress myself baby!!