The nearness of ewe makes me nervous,
and Bovine are fine in a pinch,
Horses can nag while nibbling their feed bag.
Animal magnetism is attractive,
releasing the raucous beast within.
I majored in animal husbandry,
until I got caught at it one day!
Our passions define us. The things that move our souls and puts us in sync with the universe lives within. Music can be the ultimate expression of my heart. But my lyrics give my songs a voice; this melodic poetry of my life. I am driven by the rhymes and rhythms that are the underlying score of my existence. This site will highlight my original poetry and short fiction, as well as my music; the stirrings of my soul that have been long hidden. My observations through the eyes of a poet's heart.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
SEVENLING (Michel de Notre Dame)
Michel de Notre Dame presumed,
Edgar Cayce so did delve.
The Mayans calendar predicts: 12/21/2012.
Indian Medicine men concur,
with the Bible's Revelation,
of the timing of the end of days final conflagration.
I don't know about you guys, but Armageddon underground!
Edgar Cayce so did delve.
The Mayans calendar predicts: 12/21/2012.
Indian Medicine men concur,
with the Bible's Revelation,
of the timing of the end of days final conflagration.
I don't know about you guys, but Armageddon underground!
Categories:
Disaster,
Sevenling,
Walt's Heartflashes - Poetry
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
LIKE FALLING OFF A HORSE
A horse is a horse, of course, of course,
but the glory of it’s in the riding.
And so to with life, it’s just like that horse,
a horse is a horse, of course. Of course,
it can throw you off with a mighty force
and to get right back on takes deciding,
a horse is a horse, of course, of course,
and the glory of life’s in the riding.
but the glory of it’s in the riding.
And so to with life, it’s just like that horse,
a horse is a horse, of course. Of course,
it can throw you off with a mighty force
and to get right back on takes deciding,
a horse is a horse, of course, of course,
and the glory of life’s in the riding.
Categories:
Starting Over,
Walt's Heartflashes - Poetry
AUTUMNAL
The clouds are thick and threatening,
the air is crisp and cool,
the rain has fallen three straight days,
the kids are back to school.
The nights are in the thirties,
the mornings full of fog,
I've had enough of Summer
this weather's for the dogs.
the air is crisp and cool,
the rain has fallen three straight days,
the kids are back to school.
The nights are in the thirties,
the mornings full of fog,
I've had enough of Summer
this weather's for the dogs.
Categories:
Micro Poetry,
Walt's Heartflashes - Poetry
MISS COMMUNICATION
She's quite adept at texting,
she tweets and twitters well,
she's all of sweet sixteen years old
as far as I can tell.
She carries herself older,
she says just what she means,
cut out of her mother's mold,
a communication queen.
My youngest daughter, rife with chatter,
I'd take her phone, but it won't matter.
she tweets and twitters well,
she's all of sweet sixteen years old
as far as I can tell.
She carries herself older,
she says just what she means,
cut out of her mother's mold,
a communication queen.
My youngest daughter, rife with chatter,
I'd take her phone, but it won't matter.
Categories:
Micro Poetry,
Walt's Heartflashes - Poetry
Friday, September 18, 2009
THE POWER OF CAMELOT
Bare your double edged wit
and brandish it like Excalibur.
Neither king, nor knave falls
when wielding that kind of hardware!
and brandish it like Excalibur.
Neither king, nor knave falls
when wielding that kind of hardware!
Categories:
Micro Poetry,
Walt's Heartflashes - Poetry
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
MUTED MUSE
A poet. Lost in the myriad
of humanity a lone voice
seeking an echo, a pulse,
a sign of redemption,
not to mention
verification of the ability
to be heard above
the cacophony of the
surrounding seas
of muted muse.
of humanity a lone voice
seeking an echo, a pulse,
a sign of redemption,
not to mention
verification of the ability
to be heard above
the cacophony of the
surrounding seas
of muted muse.
Categories:
Micro Poetry,
Walt's Heartflashes - Poetry
FRIENDS
Friends come and go,
return and re-leave,
but you have to believe,
they are always a
relief. If a friend
in need is a friend indeed,
then is a friend that's clever
a friend for a long time?
Never lose friends,
just misplace them; don't replace them.
return and re-leave,
but you have to believe,
they are always a
relief. If a friend
in need is a friend indeed,
then is a friend that's clever
a friend for a long time?
Never lose friends,
just misplace them; don't replace them.
Categories:
Micro Poetry,
Walt's Heartflashes - Poetry
Monday, September 14, 2009
BACK TO WORK
Resumption.
Back to basics,
bare bones,
rituals, habits,
Back to the grind.
Out of my mind?
That's a given!
Back to basics,
bare bones,
rituals, habits,
Back to the grind.
Out of my mind?
That's a given!
Categories:
Micro Poetry,
Walt's Heartflashes - Poetry
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