The Carabao (The Water Buffalo)

BY: Mydrrinn

HUGE THE LUMBERING

CREATURE MOVING

SWATTING FLIES

MOVING THROUGH

THE MIRE ITS

BROWN SKIN MELTS

TURNING WATER

HE WADES IN THE

MUCK ALWAYS

TITAN WITH

LINES OF MUD

AND GRASS IT

MOVES SLOWLY

WALKING ALWAYS

IT MOVES WITH

LITTLE INTENSITY

IT WAITS WITH ITS

MASTER, ALSO TIRED

HE SEES THE ANIMAL

WHO WORKS WITH HIM

THEY SHARE SIMILAR

FAITHS IN TOIL AND

LABOR. BUT RESTING

THEY SEE THE END.

THE SIMILING MAN

BY: Mydrrinn

The smiling man

of the eastern moon.

He sat then ran

like a smiling loon.

He sits there still,

talking to a enemy.

He has the will,

but to be ready.

His friend is touchy,

always in control.

He is always wary,

and very big and tall.

Their enemies are monsters,

they devour and destroy.

The kill for their wares,

using peace as a ploy.

He smiles still stuck,

for it can't get any worse.

Stuck like a rock,

poem without verse.

The Green

By: Mydrrinn

The rain started

helping the crops

planted enough for the

green, ever more so

growth was aboundant

redundant, very redundant

ending as it is made

emptying the earth

no one cares as the

green is seen by me

flowing with the

wind alone and crowded

The Night

By:Mydrrinn

As the wind blows cold and damp as ice,

all is nice.

Its all right

its the night.

As the shadows change by full moons light

its all right,

trick of sight

its the night.

As aliens beam to earth to take it with their might,

thats not right.

Run in fright,

hope sunlight.

secound version

As the wind blows,
It all right.

Its the night,

In record lows.

As the shadows

Move in hallows

Its all right.

Its the night
As Aliens might

Quest for power

Time to cower

Run in fright