Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Voiced // POEM SHARE: The Fly by William Blake

The Fly
Little fly, 

Thy summer’s play 
My thoughtless hand 
Has brushed away. 

Am not I 
A fly like thee? 
Or art not thou 
A man like me? 

For I dance 
And drink and sing, 
Till some blind hand 
Shall brush my wing. 

If thought is life 
And strength and breath, 
And the want 
Of thought is death,
Then am I 
A happy fly, 
If I live, 
Or if I die. 

WILLIAM BLAKE
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Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Voiced // POEM: It Might Be A Nil Nothing by Thomas Rivet

It Might Be A Nil Nothing
Don’t let fear
creep
deep
and
steep
under your safe skin.
Oh, there is somethin’.

Unsure,
I straighten
my posture -
I bolden.

Yes;
it might be
but a nil
nothing;
I warned you,
like I care.

No one
dares to stare
beneath the
thirteenth
glaring stair.

You did, so
you died.

THOMAS RIVET

Monday, October 28, 2013

Voiced // POEM: A Wind's Way by Thomas Rivet

A Wind's Way
In hollow window
wanders
a whirling wind-
Oh, it wishes,
whistles,
whispers in
flute-like iron
pipes,

panes of glass,
patches of grass,
pigeons.
Quiet lanes quiver
as it blushes through.
Questing
for warm words.
A blow; a bent body
of melodious clarity.


THOMAS RIVET

Voiced // POEM: A Twenty Man by Thomas Rivet

A Twenty Man
A soft surface;
on a slight slant,
on a wooden base.
There lied a twenty man.

He remained true,
on the wavy blued
sheets where he stew
half-nude, and prude.
There lied a twenty man.

He went forth, be it false.
Heart beating pulse;
out of breath, out of race
he fell,
felt out of place.
There lied a twenty man.


THOMAS RIVET

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Voiced // POEM: Leaf's Qualm by Thomas Rivet

Leaf's Qualm
A
blown leaf,
call it a, brownish leaf.
drown it did -
ended up in your hand,
it darn did.

It would smile and be green,
beforehand; before hand.
A blue breeze blew, seen
by those who were
not you.

The sad story of a leaf,
caged by a palm;
it was leaf’s qualm.


THOMAS RIVET

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Voiced // POEM: Red Curtains Close by Thomas Rivet

Red Curtains Close
Decades have made me
know what shows show 
and what plays play 
and which are true, 
and which are not.

Yes; few make it, 
the rest rot.

As long grass is mown, 
A stage is loan 
to actors; 
First act and second, onto third - 
Viewers sit helpless, 
in silence, 
unheard; actors impress.
Sliced by the graceful twist
in that suit, that dress, 
Their faces insist
for more,
for less.

Inspired, they then 
love and wove and swoon
soon
after red curtains close.

THOMAS RIVET

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Voiced // POEM: A Floating Machine by Thomas Rivet

A Floating Machine
A floating machine
moving from
the shadowed
corner of my eye
to the lustrous sun
light 
to the right.
It is so bright;
its metal
shines
like
newly-found 
gold mines.
Its sound is
echoed
through the sunrise mist
and flat valleys below.
I insist
on your attention.
Now common ...
I wonder
whether it was
worth a mention.

Earth attracts Man;

this floating machine
merely flirts its way
through the sky.

THOMAS RIVET

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Voiced / POEM: River's Drink by Thomas Rivet

River's Drink
When the wind blows,
blush.
When the waves rush
down wild stream,
wink.
Oh , I meant
blink
until beaten,
broken branches
drown by river’s drink.
When the trees
shake like rattlesnakes,
flail in fright.
Run!
She has come.
She comes near
She carries fear
She collides
And crashes.
Carry us in the else
of here,
Or else.

She therein is
in her right, 

frightenin’.

THOMAS RIVET