A Storm of Words - Hello Poetry

Mar 13

Traveler

This is a global advisory

The Traveler has been in contact
With the quantum subatomic
Microscopic level intruder
Like a hungry ape
The virus is in a feeding frenzy
Swinging from molecule to molecule
I hereby
Claim poetic immunity
To any pandemic collection
May you all be safe.

Traveler

#traveler #pandemic

Mar 11

South-by-Southwest

So you're the best thing on wheels

Yeah , that's what I here , hear or heard
You've got the fastest car around in this herd
Got the latest technology
Comes with extraordinary sound
Nobody that's no one can even compare
It climbs the mountains
and comes with all of the thrills to scare
But eventually it's where the rubber hits the road that will cause you to tare
It all comes down to the age that wears
Before now but surely not long
Before it turns into too little too late
The slowing process doesn't stop when you hit the brakes
Then you find that your joy has turned to wrinkles that rust
Wind up as scrap metal that has to be crushed
Every car has it's day on the road and then it's flat tires won't spin and it's down time to commode
. . . sigh . . . but the road goes on forever

Mar 11

guy scutellaro

The Crazy Dance of the Sand Fleas

the sea gulls chanting,
the sun rising

shooting fields of fire
dancing across
the rise and fall of the sea.

she is standing by the shore.

the beautiful loser
floating lonely
like a storm cloud
ripped from the night sky.

she smiles the sorrow away
with a beauty so hidden and delicate,
distant eyes as grey as the sea at dawn.

she robs my head
sending my heart

floating
like a feather lifted
by a wayward wind.

she does her sky dance
on the sea shore
jumping
here and there
like sand fleas
across the beach
and wants for nothing more.

beautiful loser,

I see she is crazy.

and I want some of her madness.

her blessed madness.

Mar 8

Nick Moore

Haunted footsteps

Walking one of your
Favourite
Walks,
Through the twisting bends,
Your voice
To me
Talkes,
I consider the soil, trees and rocks,
Hold memory's,
Whispering
On the
Wind.

Mar 7

Traveler

Theater of Souls

In the theater of souls,
I am a man!
But I think the thoughts
of a human.
I walk the eternal path
of spirituality,
Reflected in the light
of my reality.

I reached for the higher truth
as the old wives fables disintegrate
into the light of rational thinking.

Our light shines brighter
when we open our minds
and see through the darkness
we’ve been making.

Traveler 🧳 Tim

#traveler #truth #reality #human

Mar 7

Todd Sommerville

Melancholy Blue Memories

A bottle of melancholy
And a memory of you

Jukebox playing songs
We used to dance to

Filled up with quarters
Melodies, masking tears

Another round to wash
Those memories down

Another round to
While away the years

Another dollar in the
Jukebox, play it till the
**** thing breaks

Another bottle of Melancholy
to drown away this heartache.

Li La Li-- Li La Li Li Li La Li--
Baby Li Li Li....

Ok so I take almost no credit for this one.
The phrase (Bottle of Melancholy) was given to me by a
Phenomenal young poet named
(Abbot J Hardison) right here on H.P. Thank you Sir!
and the rhythm at the end is from
(Whiskey Lullaby) by Brad Paisley and Allison Krauss.
What little bit of poem there is was assembled by me at 4am this morning.

#abbotjhardison #whiskeylullaby #bradpaisley #allisonkrauss

Mar 7

Carlo C Gomez

The Saddest Girl to Ever Hold A Martini

home is a cage
slide out the window
find a different way
run with the wolves
chase the child

it won't always be like this
ceramic heart
cosmic bruise
lovesick in a hotel wildfire

chemistry begins with
orbiting the moon
he calls her a river

swallowing down mistakes
she cares a little less about everything now

blood on the mattress
young blood

breaks in the sun
mean pure dark is yet to come
--nightly things

as long as she gets by
despite the crushing weight of gravity
she will take swan feathers
and wedding days to bed

but never take the blame

#adulthood #upbringing #youth #family #troubles #mistakes #consequences #regret