Slogging through late winter wood
retrieving a hunting stand
since early autumn it has stood
guarding a view once grand

Damn! Stepped in an old stump hole
fell down and sprained my knee
I didn't say "Why bless my soul."
used a different type vocabulary

Man, the whole wide world looks dead
the only color's evergreen
beneath a sky as gray as lead
I wish that I was still a teen

I'm feeling angry
for no apparent reason
so please, fuck right off

how the bodice
black encompasses
your warmth
the red velvet
against your dark brow
and pale eye

we can feel the stream beneath
our bridge in forest dark
and hear her whisper

how its been Ive missed your
hands upon my coat
your words against my ear

in our glade
in our time
I wait

forever......

Teenage

At your teenage
You must do more
Than you say
you’d do
In a life time...

Teenage comes just once
That’s why
Though grown in age
I’m still,
in teenage

Have some fun
Your life has just begun,
My teen age
Is still in rage
Even at my physical stage.

Copyright
Roses
Unknown Poet

A tormented twist of blankets, and sodden sheets
Head pounding, body hurting, knees and chin meet
The cramps of my bowels, drive me to cry
I see nightmares of dying, in my mind's eye

This condition is something I got for free
Though I didn't ask, it was given to me
Someone thought, that they should pass it on gratis
If I knew who it was, I'd kick their asses

Oh, "Mister Whiskers!"
you're funny, tonight
you're quite a picture
and, quite a sight!

You play with the, big cats
and, play by yourself,
you see, invisible gnats
like some feline, "elf"!

You scamper, around
and, scurrie away,
with each, little sound
you're finding, new prey!

You take off, so fast
it doesn't, seem fair,
where your tail, 'twas, last
now, it's no longer there!

Let me explain the title -

Mountain cattle = Highland cows
Scottish vernacular; cow = coo
Coos on mountain side = high coos

Fresh snowdrops shiver.
North wind rages at new growth;
Not yet time for spring.

I’m chirpy , blessed and blithe,
Glad to be alive.
I smile all day long.

Even whistle a little tune, sing a song
since I met you,
I’m so happy you came along

I’m convivial, I feel high,
I gaze out of my window.
birds sing in the trees

Life is just the bees knees,
It’s the proverbial bowl of cherries.
It’s pure heaven.

But then I wake up,and realise
im in Purgatory,
standing at the gates of Hell.

My calm is like the calm before the storm
Instead of anxiously bracing up for the mourn
There is no storm for me weather
Regurgitated debris ended my tether

My content is nothing grand
It’s just the way I take my stand
To endure the fiery test
Burning in my very chest

I shed not a tear
About the things I hear
The unthinkable is upon me
So there’s no need to beg or plea

Rain pounds the beat
of my scarred heart
The rain displays
so many mistakes

I watch in horror
as water turns to grief
The beat accelerates
brings my heart along

Millions of hearts shattering tales
dance with such grace
in the tribal rain
Water rises

Tribal drums keeping time
as water tumbles down
Each drop bringing more blood
Each scene makes me gasp for air

Blood, Tears, and Heart ache
All dancing in the rain
churning in a pit of hate
Drums stop, Good bye