Blow for Blow They Matched Each Other
Blow for blow,
they matched each other.
Neither would fall to the other.
In the eyes of the crowd,
they were this.
Equal.
By Sef Daystrom
Has a Mouth But Cannot Drink
Has a mouth but cannot drink.
Has a head but cannot think.
Has a tongue but not a lung.
Some are held and some are hung.
A bell.
By Sef Daystrom
Comes To Bedsides, Icy Bridges
He comes to bedsides, icy bridges,
battlefronts, and crumbling ridges.
When he comes, he comes alone,
taps a shoulder, then is gone.
Death.
By Sef Daystrom
Growing Tall But Never Fat
This on this.
That on that.
Growing tall,
but never fat.
What am I?
A stack.
By Sef Daystrom
Sometimes I Enter With a Gong
I’m a word, six letters long,
I sometimes enter with a gong.
All in order from A to Z,
I start with the letter B.
What is the word?
Begins
It has six letters, when a meditation begins they sound the gong, and the letters are in alphabetical order.
Hear a Lot, Say a Lot
I hear a lot
And I say a lot
Few ever look for me
And even fewer ever hear me
I hide in plain sight
Whether its day or night
To help is all I want
But most like to bend me
And as if they had a wand
Never again shall anyone find me
They do this to control
Without realizing the high price of a soul
But when I’m least expected
They’d rather be protected
For there shall be no place to hide
What am I?
The truth.
It Never Lasts Forever
You can have it
and be at it,
but it never
lasts forever.
Peace.
By Sef Daystrom
Downward Grows the Root
Downward grows the root.
Outward grows the skin.
Upward grows the shoot.
What way blows the wind?
Wayward.
By Sef Daystrom
No Thicker Than Your Finger
No thicker than your finger when it folds.
As thick as what it’s holding when it holds.
A sack.
By Sef Daystrom
It Is Hate
It is hate and has hate in it, but it isn’t hate.
Hatred.
By Sef Daystrom