Sunshine

From star of home there's nothing grander
From it our blood and bone


Light and laughter, life of summer
Elixer of all things grown


From sunlight came our glorious world
By sunlight it may go


With it our plants and with it our flowers
From sky to miles below

Rose

Petals red on she adorn
The stalk from which they came forlorn
The place we lie when we are born
A bed of roses, a bed of thorns

East

A swirl of stars across the sky
The side off Milky Way
The moon a fox on the sly
Jade Rabbit's holiday


A slither and slide on weathered rocks
The lovely Lady White
Gaze of emerald steadily mocks
Mortals living on spite


A flash of flowing silk that drifts
The scarf of gentle wind
Up the overhanging cliffs
Past fabric stretched like skin


A glimmer of hope that rises up
The change that greets the moon
Its cake with tea served in a cup
On cloth of winged's cocoon

Alice

Alice run, Alice hide
Your wit the Queen could not abide
Once a day a child shall pay
Till candid Alice goes away

Flowers

Summer's bloom,
Winter's fall
The cycle continues
After all

In night the Fairer
Folk regale
Till iron swung
With much avail

Lights of flower
Cast asunder
Tick tock,
Goes the clock.

Mortal time is
Running out
Of that the Queen
Could do without

Twilight falls
The boy, the ace
Wreaks havoc wrapped
In Dark's embrace

A sliver, a shudder
A breath drawn in
The boy avenges
His fallen kin

Spring, Summer
Autumn, Winter
The startled
Humans run

Beware, ma chérie
Flee and hide

For Justice it has come.

Starting out

This blog starting now will be a compilation of poems or simply phrases based around a keyword.

As a student I've written a few poems of my own, but I never stuck to it, so this blog will be a test of my ability to compose poems at a speed I'm agreeable with and to focus on a task long enough to complete it.

For now, I'll just try my hand at it and rely on my friends for inspiration, but you're welcome to leave any word you'd like to see a poem about.

I'll bet some of you are going to give me some ridiculously difficult or silly words, like grandiloquence or supercalifragilisticexpialidocious or placenta or phlegm, and I probably won't try to attempt writing anything about that unless I'm seriously intoxicated. While I hope to come to a point where I've written about everything under the sun and have no choice but to try, please try to be nice at the beginning.

I've told some of my friends this, but the reason why I've suddenly gone off my rocker and started this was meeting Russel, the guy with the typewriter at the National Art Gallery's open house. This dude is from the Proletariat Poetry Factory, which is some cool stuff. Though to be honest what actually caught my eye in the first place was the first word, which stood out like a beacon after all those referrals to Marxist theory in our lessons.

From now I'll stop my rambling, that's not what this blog is all about :D