Poetry

* Brucie Parisii

Poetry

a poem or two to share and hopefully earn my right to post them at the Quill and Parchment!

July 22 , 2008

Songs

Posted at 22:00 EST

{Peiades}

Song sparrow sings melody,
Sun rise is his harmony,
Shadows play between the notes,
Synchronicity bring them all together
Sure to make mornings glad,
Smiles spreading across your face
Shining up a new day with grace.

January 18 , 2008

Murder in the Trees

Posted at 11:00 EST

(A canzonetta)

And on the grass of Autumns kill,
There a murder came to seek rest,
To find the days carrion spills,
In any, or whatever bounty's quest
Be found on ground or bushes lush,
Blest are the ebon winged birds
That take what earth offers, ablush
In leafy edged lawn of words.
Then on the morrow return again, will,
As whippoorwill anest in slumbers vest,
Given over to cacophonies trill
When one by one those jets take test
Flights for more glorious rush,
Upon clouded sky make their protest
After only one sure meal of bullrush
Down and rabbits guts - foul pests!

January 15 , 2008

Le Dos

Posted at 09:00 EST

All my days it's held me upright
Always strong as days do go by,
It rarely fails to let me write,
In all I do there are few highs.

Without this structure I would die
Or be less than a human is;
A worm cannot write, cannot sigh,
In all I do there are few highs.

In spite of arthritis and pain
I find strength remains no guise,
As the day of birth, my gain,
In all I do there are few highs.

Les Yeux {Kyrielle}

Posted at 09:00 EST

It all gets explained with two eyes,
All the reasons we give with words
Cannot fathom the depth nor highs,
The whys and passions so expressed.

Some are blue, some are green or brown,
They share so much, rest assured,
Having it all, yet still they frown
With whys and passions so expressed.

The look of you is more than shared,
It is a puzzle that's explained
When you see into pools of care,
The whys and passions so expressed.

In My Heart {Rondeau}

Posted at 09:00 EST

I am sane enough, in my heart, so tried,
Which I keep inside
And never let out of bounds
Anymore, not on any grounds,
As it can no longer abide

Reversals of the truth, so it hides
Like a cat under a bed, so wide
None can help the key be found;
I am sane enough, in my heart, so tried.

There across the main divide,
A chasm so large none can guide
The way around--
The way it sounds
There are none to confide...
I am sane enough, in my heart, so tried.

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