An Ode to Black

 It's not a bright color like jade--
As a matter of fact, it's a shade.
It's often found in the night sky
And oftentimes I've wondered why
The one thing I pull off the rack
Seems almost always to be black.
Black underwear, black socks and shoes
Black shirt, black pants are what I choose.

I love black cars and long black hair,
A beautiful black starlit night--
It's something that I love to share,
It brings to me such great delight.

For me, there's something you would lack
If you never wear fair black.

The Dragon to be Slain

The great white dragon--eating, devouring
All her children. Killing all she sees. Breath
As cold as ice, making cold too soon. Wars
Because of her, dying for her. Her great wings
Beat down, lifting you up, then dropping you
Down--forever, for eternity meeting your death
For your love of her. Her beautiful eyes
Tantalize while you are devoured, shredded
By her sharp teeth, pushed past her lying tongue.
Do her bidding, meet your certain death
At the crack of her massive, meaty tail.

Parrot Literary Corner - EP08 - Poetry and the World of Troy Camplin

Happy World Poetry Day!!!

To Live

The sunlight's glinting off the morning waves
Sailing across the mountain lake,
A gentle breeze guides them to the shore.
Eagle soaring, gracefully gliding
Dipping down on the breeze. One
Sails high, turns to plunge, hits the water
With a painful crack, breaking the peeping
Frogs. A few wet flaps to break the top.
Into the air. Empty. The other eagle
Soars around the lake. Twice. Thrice.
Another attempt is made. A hit
Of the surface. A beat
Of the wings. A fish
Is plucked up from the surface.
Upwards she flies--gems glisten
Off her wings. Proudly she soars
Toward her massive home, shining
Trout in hand for her young.
Through the slowly ending day
The other eagle soars. Deep
Into the night with never a try
'Til hunger fills her humble home.

Morality?

An original thought never once entered
The cloudy mass he called his mind.
Never trusting what he saw,
But always wondering why.
He never heard nor taste nor felt
Nor smelt to be what truly was
And thought everything around to be
Nothing but illusion--illusions of illusions.
The woman that he married and the man he doesn't know
Received the selfsame love
And in his life it shows.
Because he must, not that he does
He loves and gives and gives
Then takes from others what's not his
So he can give some more.
He saw each person that he helped
Increasing by the score
And forever wondered why.
But when he saw a fellow man
Who prospered from his brow
He vowed that he'd destroy him
Without knowing why or how.

Crinoid

A gentle ocean
Swaying the animal
In the watery breeze,
Jointed stem
Bending slightly
Under the flutters
Of its feathery head feeding.
A beautiful chalk flower of the sea.
I hold in my hand
And ancient bone
A stone
A circle
Beautiful
A ring in a ring.
All that remains of the sea lily
In the ocean
That once was.