Grass Roots Open Writers


Poetry Form - Octelle



Pen v Paper


Don't do that, it really tickles

The blood of life from me trickles

On your fingers, leaves a mark

With your eyes I see your work

On my page my blood runs black

All my tricks can be most slack

Don't do that, it really tickles

The blood of life from me trickles

 

(c) Jan Humphreys

 



A Secular God


I am the god of the new age

Gather round and pay me homage

I ignore your pleas and jeers

Blind to both your joys and fears

My soul throbs with great power

Lightning flashes, hour by hour

I am the god of the new age

Gather round and pay me homage


(c) Anya Blye

 



Bosworth Fields  

Where once red wine poured down their blade
They form a cross where history played.
These cold bloodied creatures flashed
Minds and bodies torn and slashed
Sharpened tips screamed out in pain
Wailing over corpses slain.
Where once red wine poured down their blade
They form a cross where history played.  

(c) Jan Hedger




The Pen


Though I am a mighty weapon
The blood I shed is all my own
Compared often to a sword
All I lay down is my word
The page is my battlefield
All readers before me yield
Though I am a mighty weapon
The blood I shed is all my own

(c) Ashley Jordan 




Grains of Life


The silent sand was in distress
Parting sea could not impress
No lonely tears could it cry
For the sun had baked it dry
No sparkle could it cajole
As spades dug deep, to its soul
The silent sand was in distress
Parting sea could not impress.

(c) Jan Hedger

 



The Bell


Way up in the rafters, swinging

Please leave me alone, I'm singing

Everyone who hears my voice

Feels invited to rejoice

Though I run from side to side

There's no place for me to hide

Way up in the rafters, swinging

Please leave me alone, I'm singing


(c) Ashley Jordan

 



Vertically Unchallenged

(Octelle)


Vertically unchallenged

The giant hurt the forest

Broken sunlight found a way

To turn the night into day

Holographic unicorns leapt

As the crushed foliage wept

Vertically unchallenged

The giant hurt the forest


(c) Robert Brandon

 


 

On the Beach


Neptune thunders along the sand

Where the ocean meets the land

Undulating serpent swells

And of distant places tells

Shells whisper secrets to me

Promise that I'll soon be free

Neptune thunders along the sand

Where the ocean meets the land


(c) Ashley Jordan

 



The Pipe


He comes to me, when it is late

A craving only I can sate

Tenderly, he lifts me high

And gives a contented sigh

In my belly, lights a fire

A fragrant cloud of desire

He comes to me, when it is late

A craving only I can sate


(c) Ashley Jordan



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