by John Lawless |
Categories:
sin,
For what is pride but an ego's false facade
Greed a fallow field of need
Lust a liars claim of love
Wrath a harbinger of hate
Gluttony a beggars fitful dream
Envy a failures silken cloak
Sloth an active acquiescence
by Stephen Kilmer |
Categories:
crazy, desire, loneliness,
The night is cold
Snow is pure
Flakes are individuals
No two alike
Why do you haunt me?
I live alone
Inside
There’s nothing
But bitter cold
Hornets fester
In my heart
Ready to protect
My deadly guest
One sting will kill
The love you feel
So leave my nest
Hidden in a barn
Where no one treads
Not even mice
by Christopher Flaherty |
Categories:
lost love, slam,
The Giant's
Of the wonder class
With outstretched looking ears
And pierced whistleblowers lips
Never had a mother
To sew their name into
Their favorite clothes
Or a home with a wardrobe to hang them in
They were instead chosen to become
The dead poet's and tortured artist's
We recite today
By speaker's corner
At wakes and funerals
On cold and grey rainy days
Outside derelict building's
Who's roofs were lost to german bombs
We as children dared each other not to go into
For fear of stirring up a hornets nest
Of represed abandonment feelings
Lest best we be remembered forgotten
by Robert Franklin |
Categories:
betrayal, break up, loneliness, lonely, longing, lost love,
She waited
And dimmed
Burning
The setting sun’s a heavy weight
She wallowed
Rotting
Horizon far behind
A heart’s a lover’s lovelorn urn
She endured
Brazen
Tear shaped
Hornets stitched her broken skin
She remembered
Searing
Slow dancing fireflies
Embers sparkling in his eyes
She reached
Frail hands
Chilled stone and bone
Heed hot candle’s shapeless wax
She acquitted
Marauder
Clinical tolerance
High functioning excommunication
She walked
Discerning
A deep cold abyss
To search within and be swallowed
She walked
And waited
And remembered
Ceremonial departure
by John Lawless |
Categories:
green, history, humor, work,
As I cut the grass I curse Ben Franklin
He fell in love with France’s close-cropped fields
However, in the land of Kings and Jesters
Who never ate an orange wasn’t peeled
Knew not the toil of trimming, or re-seeding
Knelt before no one save for their King
Walked slowly the gardens of the peons
Felt not the thorn or hornets nasty sting
Strode beneath the banners of their quest
An ancestry of poison, knives and lies
Powdered wigs, perfume, a silken jest
To clip the wilting flower ‘fore it dies
Curse you Ben for being France’s pawn
For ever setting foot upon a lawn
John G. Lawless
©7/2/2023
by Diane Henning |
Categories:
faith, life, love, peace, heaven, heaven, life,
There the hornets and black widows and vajohn in the village and
all ask favors to goto heaven well, if you are going to heaven you
can't break the law no even for virgin yes there is a right and wrong
in everything if you feel its a ghost and its wrong don't do it because
you won't go to heaven anyway, the bite or sting from the hornets Queen
is to must and the bible says its not by works or favors may be God
is trying to said don't do that have a nice life and a angel just blink
and wink and said good bye enjoy your life and obey the law.
by Joe Dimino |
Categories:
allegory, analogy, devotion, inspirational, inspirational love, introspection, wisdom,
I cannot tell you
with certainty
where wrong begins
and right ends--
it is like the weather:
sometimes clouds form quickly
as hornets jump from the bush
all around you…
or a slow unfolding,
light tucked away at the edges
till the pleasant blue
is an expected, evident fury;
and on other occasions
it is a legless dance,
with abundance of music
but not one, willing partner,
to twirl into drench…
I guess
what I’m trying
to say is,
beginnings and endings
mean little
if truth is not
a constant drizzle
over
and above
the rain
like
measures of love
are the immeasurable
ingredient
in every mother’s recipe