by Thvia Shetley |
Evening finds ascension
on a red grouse wing;
the brilliant copper sky
fades to twilight beam.
It wafts the weathered flora
of a season’s ending term,
as young skylarks soundly sleep
in the nearby bracken fern.
The purple hue glints playfully
on a steep highland muir,
with lovers lying blythesome
on the fragrant heather floor,
their drunk love on crescendo
with a piper's distant drone;
sharing peat-whisky dreams
amid the summer’s final gloam.
by Judy Ball |
Three cats did share the same house.
Two sweet but one was a grouse.
Two got along great but the third t'was love/hate.
But there isn't a mouse in the house.
by Sakhisizwe Ngobe |
heart, hero, i love you,
THIS POWERFUL FEELING INSIDE MY SINFUL HEART.
THAT GROWS FAST LIKE A SEAD IN SUMMER.
UNLEASHED POTENTIAL OF ITS DEVELOPMENT,
DAMN IT TAKES ME TO THE SEVENTH HEAVEN.
OH! HEAVENS I'M THE LUCKIEST GUY IN THE WORLD.
AT TIMES I ENDUP GALVANISING ON ADORATION,
NO ITS NOT ADOLESCENCE,
ITS PURELY JUST THIS FEELING.
SHE CAPTURED MY ATTENTION,
BETWEEN US THERE WAS TENTION.
I TOLD HER I'L BY ALL MEANS BUILD HER A MENTION.
LIKE A BROKEN WHEEL I SQUEL TO BE RECORGNISED.
JUST SAY YOU LOVE ME AND NURTURE THIS FEELING INSIDE MY HEART.
by Abdel latif Moubarak |
africa, arabic, bird, dark, war, universe,
Tomorrow ... will be changed all cases
More listening to birds
Perhaps to grouse
Or was thrown insults to us
Whenever views our blood at the Earth pigment.
With war stats
Poverty will a pause
And poor eats
They Tears volcano fullness
And others... not conceive
Poor’s … chosen by God
Love will prevails universe
From lowest to farthest
Love is the lowest ways of existence
by Suburban Lovechild |
drink, eulogy, funny love, how i feel, imagery, tribute,
Most common folk may know of this
To be an act of despicable excess
A wasteful plea of conjured sin
A loathing grouse peppered with joy and the sting of relentless ugly
The dignity of the soul which grants the righteous pour
Signals approval, encouragement and bon voyage to the lucky one
The one which has planned this marriage of vessel and sea
The one rampant with stories to be told
Ever the more likely once the sea begins to flow
This of golden variety
Of shanked sobriety
Of lustful tincture
Where the deep gaze and rousing examination
Lift the spirit of this finite sea
To brinks and cliffs of Dover
As vessel and sea become one
And everyone goes home a winner.
by Deborah Burch |
Where The Heather Grows
How grows the heather in the moor
Does it still bloom as days of yore
When baited breath transfixed the lore
Of pixies, love, and beer
Where grouse went courting in the loam
In heathered rocks...a purple home
Of safety and part metronome
As dogs and beaters near
To hunt a brace of grouse...or two
Or coax a pixie into view
Or drink some heather beer...fresh brew
And walk beyond all blear
I long to see those purpled frills
Of Scotland's heathered moorland hills
To breathe that fragrant wind that chills...
Oh! Heart hold back your tear.
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by James Ph. Kotsybar |
Like a vampire in a hall of mirrors,
She lacks reflection, so finds no escape.
She stands alone, surrounded by her fears
In an endlessly repeating landscape.
She’s lost without an outside reference.
She’s the living dead whose life is murder.
She bows to hopelessness with deference,
and won’t accept the help that’s offered her.
All those who love her best she hates the most.
She takes their sustenance, but no advice,
till they become weary of playing host,
because their support can never suffice.
Eternal victim, all she’ll do is grouse.
She finds no joy in her darkened funhouse.
by Heather Bateman |
lost love, sad, hate, hate,
I do not like my state of mind
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I'd be arrested.
I am not sick, I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men...
I'm due to fall in love again."
by Dave Timperley |
animal, best friend, dog,
Good companions all,
Friends to keep.
They give love back,
A love so deep.
Don't be alone in the world today,
A loving friend is only a dog away.
Never go home to an empty house,
Your friend is there without a grouse.
A wagging tail, a welcome bark,
All for the price of a walk in the park.
They ask for only a meal and drink,
We all exercise and stay in the pink.
© Dave Timperley July 2014.
by Thanks Returns |
life, relationship, spiritual,
“No one could ever paint a too wonderful picture of my heart or God.”
~ Attributed to Hafiz
The fruit has a jungle
Of apes who may taste it
The ring has ten fingers
Who may try it on
The keg has a barful
Of bards who may tap it
Their tongues warmed to poems
Until it’s all gone
Her legs have a street
Of admiring strangers
Her mind has dream visions
Of hawk grouse or dove
She has sprightly billions
Of fellow space travelers
Who may cross paths with her
And share with her love
~ Thanks Always Returns
by Leon Enriquez |
Scent of fond times in the warm light,
Charm in allure of days well lived;
Embrace olde chimes that once graced sight,
Now feels so pure in love we give;
Touch of a thrill in sweet embrace,
Etch deep within our hearts and souls;
Dance of a fill of lovely face.
Pleasures unseen of glimpse one whole,
Etch then a squeeze of loving hands;
Reach for my spouse who walks with me,
Feel joyous ease of my best friend;
Urge beyond grouse a fond journey,
Moonlit flavours in grand beauty,
Earthly colours in perfumed spree.
02 February 2016
by Leon Enriquez |
Here comes zoom
To thrill craze
In this room
To blur daze
Here comes joy
To surge cheer
In brief ploy
That sweeps fear
Here comes truth
To lift gloom
In swift proof
As love blooms
Here comes mad
To bridge gap
In thoughts sad
Where zest slaps
Here comes tease
To firm gist
In wild ease
That sparks list
Here comes thought
To find grouse
In blind spot
Round odd house
Here comes stress
To just show
In much less
Than true flow
Here comes boom
To fund more
In deep doom
Where life spores
26 April 2017
by D.W. Rodgers |
life, love, nature,
"i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go . . . "
i carry this land within me
heart beating to grouse drumming
lungs deep breathing cold north wind
throat quenched by upwelling spring
stomach full with harvest bounty
back warmed by cedar fire
eyes alight to night sky wonder
spirit filled with thoughts of you
November 12, 2019
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