Poetry and Photography

[mconnealy]

Beneath an overhang,

A record of a supernova –

The swallows don't care.

 

[Yokosuka Mike]

There's an old man,
lookin' out the window
He's watching me
while I watch him
Then we both grin

I'm what he was
He's what I'll be
These things are obvious
To him, to me
We both can see

I laughed to the heavens
He coughed and wheezed
He beckoned me in
His wet eyes did plead
But I just fled, that's the coward that I am

There's an old man
lookin' in a mirror
watching me flee
Knowing it's us all along
Sadly playing our cliché song

 

[mconnealy]

Low doorways expose

The neck of the enemy

At Chetro Ketl.

 

[Yokosuka Mike]

Let's have a poem for every occasion
A poem that's one size fits all
A poem that rhymes with all our emotions
Like a hula girl who's riding a wild surf wave
We all become surfin' surf babes
A poem that make us feel,
The ocean’s sea-sick motions
Like laying on the beach in Waikiki
Covered with coconut oil
this ain't no silly sally notion

A poem that shoots into outer space
Nothing short of healing the human race
Poetry that runs as fast as we can read
We need
Poetry that deals with pain and more pain
To deny these feelings
Is hard to explain, like the rain, it
Never stops, it never starts, it
Never says never, it’s relentless, then it's gone

Words that flow, words that fly
Something that will fill the void
When the unbelievable people in our lives die
And, when a newly born kitten mews
Spread your wings
Read the news when you need the blues
Eat an apple, eat the core
But for goodness sake
Stop keeping score - stop
Fighting a war

Well, that's my poem to end all poems
To join us all
To make us think - before we sink
Teach yourself to love your fear
Death only comes once, twice maybe
Make it all worthwhile
And then with a sense of style,
Smile, it's gonna be a long day



All the best.
Mike

 

[mconnealy]

Please, please don't let mine

be the last post in this thread

That's too much to bear!

 

[Yokosuka Mike]

I write my words of love,
to her
For everyone to see
With a sharp stick dragged through the,
beach sand
Unspoken feelings born in me

I trace the moonlight's shadows,
with wet feet
The sand feels good between,
my toes
The waves pound a roaring rhythmic beat
Why am I the only one who knows

Still I'm a sadly happy fellow
Though to her,
I remain unknown
The pounding ocean sounds in my ears
I hear laughing I feel tears
Whilst the waves wash away my poem

bar stool poet


All the best,
Mike

 

[Joao]

Wrapped boats by João Avelar, no Flickr

A short poem from Guillermo Veloso

Winter boats are
shrink-wrapped ghosts
haunting the docks as
they await the sea