Midnight Stroll by Mike Williams 02/14/2016 @ 11:26 P.M.

Midnight Stroll by Mike Williams 02/14/2016 @ 11:26 P.M.

The moonlight hangs lowly upon the pine,
A luminous shape shifts up in the sky.
The lull and hush faintly whispers of time,
As the meadow lark trills, but asks not why.

I ponder slow over the leaves and grass,
With the wind playing soft upon the reed.
There in midnight’s silence I dare trespass,
To quake the ground and the slumbering seed.

Entranced in dim-eyed glazen sagen hues,
My mind melds in vision and memories.
As I longly stroll with the moon in view,
Into familiar silvan silveries.

Midnight Stroll by Mike Williams 02/14/2016 @ 11:26 P.M.

Midnight Stroll by Mike Williams 02/14/2016 @ 11:26 P.M.

The moonlight hangs lowly upon the pine,
A luminous shape shifts up in the sky.
The lull and hush faintly whispers of time,
As the meadow lark trills, but asks not why.

I ponder slow over the leaves and grass,
With the wind playing soft upon the reed.
There in midnight’s silence I dare trespass,
To quake the ground and the slumbering seed.

Entranced in dim-eyed glazen sagen hues,
My mind melds in vision and memories.
As I longly stroll with the moon in view,
Into familiar silvan silveries.

Remains of The Poet by Mike Williams 02/15/2016 @ 9:00 A.M.

Remains of The Poet by Mike Williams 02/15/2016 @ 9:00 A.M.

Every poet who’s ever breathed and lived,
Hangs upon a thin edge and presuppose.
Each to ink like a perforative sive,
Of their depths and shallows which gloze and doze.

The tenement of high ideals endures,
We lament and leave vanities behind.
Left for the future a host of great cures,
Or spilled perfume oozing from within the mind.

The thought compositions our words portray,
Weather they fabled, fragile, or futile.
It could not attain all we long to say,
We linger on the page, but a short while.

After The Rain by Mike Williams 02/13/2016 @ 11:55 A.M.

After The Rain by Mike Williams 02/13/2016 @ 11:55 A.M.

Trouble holds not your weary soul,
The time of testing is at hand.
The rain will fall and grass will grow,
And life returns the barren land.

We count often our misery,
And cling so long onto our pain.
Tears flood away at memory,
Festering ointment of our bane.

Forgotten the healing of life,
Things come, go, and return again.
Despite our troubles, woe, and strife,
There’s time rejoiced after the rain.

I Shall Never Know by Mike Williams 02/15/2016 @ 10:15 P.M.

I Shall Never Know by Mike Williams 02/15/2016 @ 10:15 P.M.

I lost my tongue but for a moment,
It seemed that words had forsaken me.
My thoughts flashed brilliant like a comet,
Then soon vanised into a void of immensity.
As for the reason it did come and go,
Perhaps just as well I shall never know.

I circled round about close to the sun,
In hoping to trace my trail once again.
But gravity pulled my orbit out of its run,
And forgotten so did my thoughts remain.
As for the reason It did pull and throw,
Perhaps just as well I shall never know.

In searching long for that which I lost,
It did not traverse my mind there to return.
And though I iced over in a trail of frost,
My descent too near the atmosphere did burn.
As for the reason it did freeze and glow,
Perhaps just as well I shall never know.

148 words, 18 lines, and 3 stanzas.
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Buds of Paradise (Sonnet) by Mike Williams 02/16/2016 @ 10:15 A.M.

Buds of Paradise (Sonnet) by Mike Williams 02/16/2016 @ 10:15 A.M.

For what kills the sweet buds of paradise?
‘Tis not the butterfly, bee, and sparrow.
But the greed of men in heart there lies,
Into the core and quick release their arrow.

Though heaven and earth shutter and quiver,
And deep into the marrow sticks.
Respecting nothing truthful in nomenclature,
By virtue and vice, cutting the root and wick.

But the mortal bloom doth die,
And giving a thing unto man foul thou attest,
And life boasts not thy temporal body lie,
So both bud and man succumb in arrest.

Sundered man did take and grasp its leave,
Sundered thy bloom ’tis gone along with thee.

Wonderlust by Mike Williams 02/16/2016 @ 11:02 A.M.

Wonderlust by Mike Williams 02/16/2016 @ 11:02 A.M.

I blow the way of wind and formless dust,
and chance impasse upon a wonderlust.
There reposed imagining most snoutfair,
but observing the world grown cold of care.

Love sailed far into the offing fleeing,
and there too my hope of humanly beeing.
False faces stood round me to brag and gloat,
who endless tried to sink my humble boat.

When I left their shore and set out to sea,
filled with hope, I found them in chase of me.
Determined to swim the endless ocean,
Past the tiresome tide of self promotion.

My patience the envious mob did try,
I resolved outlast, return never nigh.
Then my sweet sail did land a peaceful shore,
And I beheld that wonderlust once more.