5 minute poetry

[Kikuichimonji]

A young man walks across a lonely plane.

His path is quite simply a uniform line.
His stride is unchanging, determined and strong.
A pausing glance is the sole outward sign
Of uncertainty and fault - this shouldn't feel wrong.
There is hardly any reason for him to pine.

Rationale must assure him, as it should all
The wind is as soft as a feathery pillow.
The sun is as beautiful as a near-golden ball.
The trees are the pine, the birch and the willow
So why on Earth does it cause such appall?

A young man walks across a lonely plane.

[Cloud Strife]

Will angels fall before this might,
Or will they save us from this plight?
The angels' fate within them all,
The sons of man who seem so small,
Will be revealed, as time will tell,
Will pick us up from where we fell.
For fate has picked a chosen few
To lead the brave, the strong, the true
Across the battlefields stained
With pools of blood, all that remains
Of battles lost and wars yet won,
Of father, mother, daughter, son,
To caves so dark and yet so bright
With wonder, danger, peril, fright,
Over mountains, frozen still,
Trapping beasts against their will,
To end the journey in calm lands,
And place their fate back in the hands
Of Origin, Love, and Faithfulness,
To each, a gift of selflessness,
Yet acknowledged, future gained,
The heroes kept their hands unstained,
Proved their virtue through the trials,
Through the years and through the miles.

So now return, from whence ye came,
And find ye all exempt from pain,
For final rest is thine reward,
For saving Us from many hordes,
Thine tale done, thy future saved,
Go back, we say, and still be brave
For all that live will know of thee
The heroes who brought back the Three.

[Bailey]

Curiosity Rebuilt the Cat

I like pressing buttons to find out what they do.
I like taking the bits I can use and adding them to something else to make it work better.
I like using that new machine, the one that I know what all the parts do.
I like that I took apart several others and made it myself, anew.
I like code.
It dances.
It sings.
It performs.
It puts on a show.
It follows my commands.
It does exactly what it says it will do.
It is relieable enough that I can depend upon it doing that which it should, even after I have moved it to someplace else.
I like the satisfaction of knowing that if something goes wrong, I can fix it.
I like knowing.

[icythaco]

Shelf Life

It sits alone, forgotten by...
dust settles.
dust.
settles.

Those who glance, the few that sigh...
dust settles.
dust.
settles.

Move quickly on, without remorse...
dust settles.
dust.
settles.

For faded book, or rocking horse...
dust settles.
dust.
settles.

Thatchworn knick-knacks lay strewn about...
dust settles.
dust.
settles.

Infected by fate's time-scorched gout...
dust settles.
dust.
settles.

Frozen scenes, against their will...
dust settles.
dust.
settles.

To sit and wait from now until...
dust settles.
dust.
settles.

[RaiRai]

From behind red lids, those deep earthen eyes dare stare
encapture me, and tease me so with that gaze that you bear
Oh sweet seductress, just look at me, even if for a little while
the way your eyes dance with mine, the way they sparkle when you smile
I can see the sweat upon your brow, I know you're eager for my kill
but I'll keep pacing, round and round, for you to look at me still
hair sweeping gently across your face, across one eye it lingers
you pull it back so gracefully, with the softest of dainty fingers
your other hand still grasps the blade, with which you'll shed my blood
I can see the tear within that eye, soon to unleash the flood
for you can see the fear in my face, as I'm met with my demise
I kneel and accept my fate, under watch of your perfect eyes.

[Funka Genocide]

The waves you swim against
The pull of evidence
Is tearing at the face
You put in your place

Don’t hold the dagger still
After the blood has spilled
Unclean and weeping
through which is seeping

The beauty of a life
Anchored within strife
That shades the vision grey
And all that’s left to say

Is drop the knife you grasp
Its all I’ll ever ask
No want I hold so dear
As staving off your fear

And lay aside this doubt
That you go on about
Just know that I believe
That my tears relieve

the weight of empty stars
that travel oh so far
outside your moistened eyes
freedom from the lies

they sold to you before
they went and shut the door
those smiling evil men
to whom you’ll never bend

just know I’m here for you
whatever you go through
my faith is faded grey
yet still so much to say

and love’s the strongest word
these ears have ever heard
this mouth can ever speak
this soul can ever eke

away from dire shades
and all the slips I’ve made
and so I say this true
that I’m in love with you

[RaiRai]

The colors drained
only shades remain
to the dismal eye
which shall only cry

your words, bittersweet
to my open ears meet
and I feel color inside
along with a drifting pride

a wavering peace
of everything beneath
beneath this breast
that's longing for rest

longing to see
just beyond only me
as the the colors appear
everytime you are near

Thankyou for your heart
and for making this start
to re-paint my mind
with the words that you find

that soothe and repair
this broken maiden, bare
and make me feel anew
all because of you.

---

Thankyou Funka for some inspiration and your conversation. It helps more than you will ever know.

[icythaco]

Oblivious

Let the breeze take you and
Bear you upon...
Its back. And worry not

About the feeling or the lack
Thereof. As I have often said
(But I'll say it again) when
You follow the way, the

Way will find you in its
Embrace. For has it not
Been said that such is the
True path of the

Careless? And all this I think
To myself as I walk along the
Empty lane, deep

In my contentenment. Nothing
Can get in my way, because I
Am the way. So annex

stress, banish anxiety; worry
Not about that which you
Cannot change...the
Past is the past. Let

It hang and move on.

[The Wizard Who Did It]

Does anyone remember…
Does anyone remember
the Dragons of ancient tales
who dominated the Earth
from China to young Wales?

Does anyone remember
all the Knights they slew
ending with the savior
who aimed his lance so true?

Does anyone remember
the Kings these knights became
whose quest and tale of chivalry
won them noble fame?

Does anyone remember
the Damsels in Distress
who turned the knights noble deeds
into a success?

Does anyone remember
that which we once sought
was a memory
that we quickly left to rot?

[icythaco]

Summit

His dread-locks are lightly floured with ice. The man wears
a set of rose-tinted sunglasses, a pair of khaki shorts,
and a mosaic vest. And a goatee.

The goatee is important. This study
in bohemian counter-culture stands on
the brink of the chasm, teetering on the edge.

Staring between his legs into a gradient of light
and dark, he notices the flash of white out of
the corner of his eye, and thinks it an eagle.

The cold, empty air seemed
a vacuum for this turquoise infinity, interrupted only
by a pale orb of frozen luminescence. The sun flashes
against the man’s rose-tinted sunglasses as he sighs…
and steps forward.

A solitary eagle watches his descent.