Bye Gone Faded Memories

The ole man
whispered wind’s lone sigh
amid rustling rhyme leaves
Wraith be comes time swayed
mid branches bearing
eon bark ring lonely tales
Youth bye gone tears marks
loved ones passed on
one wanders alone trails
Where worn soles
frail the earth
stirring up grains
chasing past pebbles.

Velvet molded moist
timbre positions
bound mush rooms -
marsh mellow
Dawn arises bane east
to wrest shaded sunbeams
beckoning Ole Man A Wake
Babbling a long brooks
go somewhere wet south
taking North chills on fishing trips
RIP-ling wail rivers
that move quick terse
sand temple lobes
a gist hour glass refrains

The tattered Ole Man
Tide weathered slain Dye
Last Will full force Lit testament
Writes depth compositions
deep soul composting
between be lines
decaying youth braille
How dye whip cracks vein reigns
breaking mourning past due
wraith wrath dreams
Lightning struck long ago lost
thunders ebb and wanes
striking forested hollow echoes.

Whilst thou wrestle
thy mind frame’s shutter cock
tick tock wand wound
abound stilled silence
Lye Poet lime deposit
amongst petrified roots
stone age em~bedded
bequeathing focalized misery
Ole Man then
prompts the fawn
meadow mellow laid wild flowers
insight butterfly flights
Mother nature serenades
woe varnish be lone sum,
dost vanquishes writer block
endless doubt.
(Called Procrastination)

Whence wrenched stagnant dye pools
decimate living matter
To Be stoned cold Dead Poet Society
Liberals be sown damned
beckoned be cloned
slave servant followers;
mime, blind, buzz deafened
But hear yea the Ole Man
spread living branches budding
Poet Tree enlightened “Leaves Of Grass”
Drink Poet from thee chalice
thy wine of savory toasted words
sipping sensual rhymes tranquil ~
Bye Gone Faded Memories

Note: “Leaves Of Grass” is a poem from the poetic prolific American wraith presence of Walt Whitman  

HeArtMosphere Poet

Bye Gone Faded Memories

The ole man whispered wind’s lone sigh, amid rustling rhyme leaves
Wraith be comes time swayed, mid branches bearing eon bark ring lonely tales
Youth bye gone tears marks, loved ones passed on, one wanders alone trails
Where worn soles, frail the earth, stirring up grains, chasing past pebbles.

Velvet molded moist timbre positions, bound mush rooms - marsh mellow
Dawn arises bane east to wrest shaded sunbeams, beckoning Ole Man A Wake
Babbling a long brooks, go somewhere wet south, taking North chills on fishing trips
RIP-ling wail rivers that move quick terse sand temple lobes, a gist hour glass refrains

The tattered Ole Man, Tide weathered slain Dye, Last Will full force Lit testament
Writes depth compositions, deep soul composting, between be lines, decaying youth braille
How dye whip cracks vein reigns, breaking mourning past due wraith wrath dreams
Lightning struck long ago lost, thunders ebb and wanes, striking forested hollow echoes.

Whilst thou wrestle thy mind frame’s shutter cock, tick tock wand wound, abound stilled silence
Lye Poet lime deposits, amongst petrified roots, stone age em~bedded bequeathing focalized misery
Ole Mam then, prompts the fawn, meadow mellow laid wild flowers, insight butterfly flights
Mother nature serenades,  woe varnish be lone sum, dost vanquishes writer block endless doubt. (Called Procrastination)

Whence wrenched stagnant dye pools decimate living matter, To Be stoned cold Dead Poet Society
Liberals be sown damned, beckoned be cloned slave servant followers; mime, blind, buzz deafened
But hear yea the Ole Man spread living branches budding Poet Tree enlightened “Leaves Of Grass”
Drink thee from the chalice, thy wine of savory toasted words, sipping sensual rhymes tranquil ~
Bye Gone Faded Memories

Note: “Leaves Of Grass” is a poem from the poetic prolific American wraith presence of Walt Whitman  

HeArtMosphere Poet