by Holli Gibbs Sometimes the sky is eloquent When it says goodnight, And the Day steals away On trails of amber light. The clouds break forth from their silence In the pinkest and purplest of tones, And thoughts of good things come to life In golden homophones. Words surge to the farthest horizon, And echo from mountains […]
Read more "The Sky’s Goodnight"I scrutinize the face of the future, But find no trace of knowledge in his eyes, Nothing but a blank look that stirs my thoughts. My mind winds forward: People spring to life, Places appear, scenes immerge—my story Evolves into a perfect narrative In a beautiful world where hope glistens like dew on the grass, […]
Read more "The Future"by Holli Gibbs Are those tears on Your face? I can’t imagine why. You think I’m mocking Your grace? True, my thoughts aren’t often praise But doing right—I try! So why the tears on Your face? A favorite thought, a treasured place, A wishful sigh Hardly mock Your grace. True, I don’t pray as much […]
Read more "Mocking Grace"I thought that I was finished—I was wrong. A Headache night, a little sleep, a hurried day. Classes never ended, a week that lasted long— Waiting eagerly to eat and drink and play. A headache night, a little sleep, a hurried day Became my accepted practice all the time. Waiting eagerly to eat and drink […]
Read more "A Pantoum"Puddles, unlikely windows to the sky, Small, impure, vanishing with passing day, Trace a gaze-inviting glimpse Of the grandeur of the heavens. May the Grandeur of Heaven Trace Himself on me, making me, Though small, impure, vanishing with passing day, An unlikely window to the Sky.
Read more "Puddles"This poem was found in the residue of crumpled papers, coke cans and chocolate covered peanuts that was the remains of Ethan Talbert’s estate. Scholars were impressed when they found it (the poem that is–not the crumpled papers or the peanuts) as it represents a piece never seen by the public until now. Ever […]
Read more "Most Epic Poem Ever (with footnotes)"Make ready the fortress! Gather your guns! Stockpile your food And the cinnamon buns! Collect all the bedding And fine sleeping bags. Do not forget “Get-out-of-jail -free” tags. ‘Cause the Uglumph is comin’. He’s comin’ around. He’s gonna shake up Those who are not profound. He’ll drink up their Pepsi. He’ll gobble the cheese, […]
Read more "The Uglumph"The night was dark, the air was chill, the moon half shrouded in a cloud; and sitting silent on the hill the pumpkins almost laughed aloud – For farmer Brown (who closed the gate) had gotten focused on a star, and as he gazed in ‘raptured state, had left the wooden door ajar. – Chuckling […]
Read more "The March of the Autumn Pumpkins"A burst of thunder shook the house As lightning pierced the night. Then Johnson looked around and saw No human ones in sight. He moved with stealthy, padded steps Across the room, unseen. While wind howled noisily outside, He stopped and scanned the scene— One candle on the window sill, One curtain swinging free, […]
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