27 June 2008 • 8:14 am 0
Some nights
are darker
than others
not in moonlight
but in mood
The narrow stares
of strangers
too many loud
angry sounds
The usual
evening birds
are absent
My blood
goes up
as I wait
for a fight
that never comes
A lone cricket
chirps into the darkness
breaking the tension
reminding me
that life
is good
Even if
my mood
isn’t
(D. James)
Filed under: art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing , anger, birds, darkness, fight, mood, night, strangers
26 June 2008 • 11:55 am 0
After being shot at all day
having fought hideous monsters
and saved his parents
from numerous dangers
the tiny hero
falls asleep
clutching his teddy-bear
EL SEBBO
Filed under: poetry
25 June 2008 • 10:39 am 0
24 June 2008 • 10:24 am 0
sun in my eyes
my words are empty
your shadow moves on my retina
like a love letter
another day breaks
hope emerges
and I feel like
a cigarette
and a glass of rum
doodledy-dum
time to run
and have some fun
EL SEBBO
Filed under: poetry
23 June 2008 • 8:56 am 0
The last hour
of summer sunlight
golden and clean
makes everyone
beautiful
Filtered through haze
softer
than the light
at noon
Similar to the dawn
but more powerful
for its proximity
and promise
of nightfall
Feel the final hour
of the day
and hope
for many more
(D. James)
Filed under: art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing , day, light, night, sun
20 June 2008 • 9:43 am 0
a mockingbird hops by
yellow beak and black head
my thoughts stop for a moment
EL SEBBO
Filed under: poetry
19 June 2008 • 5:49 am 0
16 June 2008 • 3:10 pm 0
The sky is mystery
and the sea is a lie
Feelings are inaccurate
and ink is artificial
Yet blue is blue
no matter what
EL SEBBO
Filed under: poetry
13 June 2008 • 5:40 am 0
12 June 2008 • 11:02 am 0
The heart is pink
lips are blue
revolutions are lost
red is a liar
EL SEBBO
Filed under: art, bad haiku, bad poetry, literature, poem, poetry, seb, writing
7 June 2008 • 9:45 am 0
If writing poetry
is like pissing against the wind
remember that the wind
often changes direction
EL SEBBO
Filed under: art, bad haiku, bad poetry, literature, poem, poetry, writing
6 June 2008 • 9:24 am 0
5 June 2008 • 6:31 am 1
3 June 2008 • 9:07 am 1
if my words were colored
like heads and then hands
then sometimes they could be
red machine or red lips
but mostly red silence
EL SEBBO
Filed under: art, bad haiku, bad poetry, literature, poem, poetry, writing
