Lives begin with eyes closed firmly in lids, hiding those who raise Cain throughout our midst, secret fires bellow smoke but show no flames, oppressors in shadows seeking no fame, fonts of wisdom are sometimes

Resting head; is it dead? Walking cane; used with disdain, Fiery barrel; Mario's peril, Inner demons; for all seasons, Golden showers; hidden powers, Scrape the sky; miles high, Starry wand; magic beyond,

Asleep at the wheel, autopilot crutch, flaming destruction, your worst nightmare true! Fuel spewing, a building dread, you can't dispell, dark at the end; of your rainbow, leaves you bemused. Many thanks

If we rolled manure, disguised an Oxford, made a wish in the well of possibilities. Feigned an emotion, left stoney silence, Perceived of greater negativities. We could conjure, a smooth talker, to divide

Wish of a Homeless Here is my entry for the 2nd round. Hope I’m in time. Again same poem but I share with you in 3 different formats. Please share any feedback which format you like best. #poetrydice2

Squash Bugs Eat Sheep Guzzle Down Pleasure Seek Strange Beings Can Never Unsee Weird Happenings Words Flee Pantomiming Wicked Freak, Pretender now a nobody

Come on Aladin, Ride the beetle You are a paladin now, with more than a golden fleece Let it rain, let the gold rain Rejoice As the sad and dull days are over Do not close your eyes You will see this magic

This is my second entry for @robyneggs Poetry Dice Challenge #2 There was friendly beetle called Fred Who was best friends with ram called Ted. They liked to splash around at the beach Smile, run, eat

Small and unseen Following the crowd Youth's fountain is prized Yet my smile is a shroud I walk among you a stranger Undetected, unseen My curse I do guard My words a smoke screen My life's a performance,

A wise Scarab once shared with me this thought That animals like sheep, like us all, every last one Need water to survive, it must always be sought It keeps our bodies happy, makes them run. But what does

This is my entry for @robyneggs Poetry Dice Challenge. I'm not sure it's a poem, let's call it a verse. I didn't consider myself a writer pre-steemit, I still don't harbour grandiose ideas about my ability

The beetle once drove well Through pastures fill with sheep Fields covered with fountains of wheat Happier times indeed Talking about aliens and ufos Gazing toward our endless sky Dreaming of magical journeys

My entry for #poetrydice2 challenge Oh how Steemit does bug you, you wrap't in it's woolen warmth; only to gush forth your hate! but doesn't it make you smile? how the blacks & whites become greys?

Steemit the cornucopia for bloggers? painting made by Geneviève Bouthillier / Création Gen Life is magic There’s beetles pushing shit Sheep jumping, fences hit Bad plumbing, water spilling You got to keep

This is my very first poem on Steemit and what better time than now! Per the rules on @robyneggs latest post Using this image as a guide: The sun arose to a new day People muddle through their routine

The Unwinnable Game Like insects oblivious to their death when lured Sheep remain complacent. Following the herd Drinking thirstily from the fountain of lies Happy in their ignorance. Ignoring the cries

(Yes, there are actually nine dice; I had lost one earlier but I found it.) This is a challenge for all you poets out there who would like to use images! :-) Last week's winner, is, in fact: @ace108 for