Starlings in an oak
Shreiking loudly their warning
The fox is hunting
Copyright © 2010 L.Warren
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Still
If only time were still!-
With a patience that does kill
sounding of a tick-tock;
or an alarm bell
from the hands of a clock
Moving quickly through moments;
Can't freeze the tick-tock
Of hours passing by
From old Father Time
Fueling a mortal's shock!
Reality weighs heavy
Upon our thoughts
tick-tock tick-tock
How quickly life flies by
Time does not stand still
Waits for no one
Finds a clever thrill
In an unexpected mortal ending
tick-tock tick-tock
reminding us only once
Cherish the time given to you
by that infinite clock.
Copyright © 2010 L.Warren
With a patience that does kill
sounding of a tick-tock;
or an alarm bell
from the hands of a clock
Moving quickly through moments;
Can't freeze the tick-tock
Of hours passing by
From old Father Time
Fueling a mortal's shock!
Reality weighs heavy
Upon our thoughts
tick-tock tick-tock
How quickly life flies by
Time does not stand still
Waits for no one
Finds a clever thrill
In an unexpected mortal ending
tick-tock tick-tock
reminding us only once
Cherish the time given to you
by that infinite clock.
Copyright © 2010 L.Warren
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
The End is the End
Who will care about squirrels climbing maple boughs,
And ants marching along green grass blades,
Or those dolphins breaching not far from the shores?
Man defaces nature with chainsaws and plows,
Where trees once stood now buildings with great colonnades,
Green prairies now strip malls and department stores.
Man versus Nature in an endless feud
Both a power struggle and a strange mystery;
Their future demise still afar,
Yet when this war will conclude,
The end of their future is the end of their history
And their destruction guarantees a final au revoir.
Copyright © 2010 L.Warren
And ants marching along green grass blades,
Or those dolphins breaching not far from the shores?
Man defaces nature with chainsaws and plows,
Where trees once stood now buildings with great colonnades,
Green prairies now strip malls and department stores.
Man versus Nature in an endless feud
Both a power struggle and a strange mystery;
Their future demise still afar,
Yet when this war will conclude,
The end of their future is the end of their history
And their destruction guarantees a final au revoir.
Copyright © 2010 L.Warren
Nature Dream
I dream of wild fields of red clover;
Those beautiful serene places outside,
I dream of living free like a rover,
And not stuck behind some desk inside.
I dream of enjoying nature’s raw beauty
And not suffering workdays stressing
Over some rigorous mundane duty,
So tiresome and depressing.
Oh, to dream of a flowering prairie;
Or of getting lost in a wooded place,
I’ll take time to admire an osprey’s aerie,
And feel a tree trunk in my embrace.
The wind on my face like a touch of heaven,
See raindrops on a pond’s surface stir rings,
And envy that flying flock of eleven,
For they know freedom on the tips of their wings.
Copyright © 2010 L.Warren
Those beautiful serene places outside,
I dream of living free like a rover,
And not stuck behind some desk inside.
I dream of enjoying nature’s raw beauty
And not suffering workdays stressing
Over some rigorous mundane duty,
So tiresome and depressing.
Oh, to dream of a flowering prairie;
Or of getting lost in a wooded place,
I’ll take time to admire an osprey’s aerie,
And feel a tree trunk in my embrace.
The wind on my face like a touch of heaven,
See raindrops on a pond’s surface stir rings,
And envy that flying flock of eleven,
For they know freedom on the tips of their wings.
Copyright © 2010 L.Warren
Sweet Song Sung
Heartbeats gathered and tied up in soft lace
Beat amongst a cut-out heart paper strand;
Which swings gently in tree limbs with such grace,
Sings a soft love song with the wind across the land,
Two lovers walk the woods in silent solitude,
The love they share is bright and unbound
And their happiness sets the mood,
For the undying romance they have found;
Hand in hand they sore high above
Just like two joyous springtime birds:
So content with their new found love,
That I love yous are their most cherished words.
Copyright © 2010 L.Warren
Beat amongst a cut-out heart paper strand;
Which swings gently in tree limbs with such grace,
Sings a soft love song with the wind across the land,
Two lovers walk the woods in silent solitude,
The love they share is bright and unbound
And their happiness sets the mood,
For the undying romance they have found;
Hand in hand they sore high above
Just like two joyous springtime birds:
So content with their new found love,
That I love yous are their most cherished words.
Copyright © 2010 L.Warren
Sunday, September 5, 2010
That Face
That face
nearly always the same with only a few slight differences
like symbols-
numbers
or
roman numerals.
That face
is a constant in our lives has hands as lips though not symmetical
one side-
shorter
than
the other.
That face
wears sidways smiles,
sometimes pursed lips straight,
or frowns oddly crooked.
That face,
it registers our moments like butterfly wings
fluttering upon a dayfly's heartbeat.
Copyright © 2010 L.Warren
nearly always the same with only a few slight differences
like symbols-
numbers
or
roman numerals.
That face
is a constant in our lives has hands as lips though not symmetical
one side-
shorter
than
the other.
That face
wears sidways smiles,
sometimes pursed lips straight,
or frowns oddly crooked.
That face,
it registers our moments like butterfly wings
fluttering upon a dayfly's heartbeat.
Copyright © 2010 L.Warren
In The Offing
Horizon
Far away
Moving, unmoving, undulating
Anguishing thoughts on edge
Fringe
Copyright © 2010 L.Warren
Far away
Moving, unmoving, undulating
Anguishing thoughts on edge
Fringe
Copyright © 2010 L.Warren
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