these poems are fairly recent. Although not the most recent I've written, they do represent the continual progression of my writing. Poems here, will always be newer than the previously listed works. Enjoy. The newest of the bunch will always be in the top left column...the oldest, bottom right.
***Note: some poems are not true to their original visual form, due to the constraints put upon space, in this column format.*** |
IMPROMPTU 2
there are rare moments
where the subtle
glee of slowly
dauddling time
dripping seemingly
languidly
liquidy giddy
running late
slowing fate
sitting under
shadows of
sunshine
dreams of
simple rhymes
like me to you
and one life
to be true
the captured
question
is a free flowing
smile the
answer of her
eyes,
quiet after
midnight
after one has
come and gone
and stars glisten
obnoxiously
distant,
in this instant
stands the model
of measure
a tableau teaspoon
of pleasure...
[a recipe beyond
a tango
of stale smoke
and aftershave
dabbling in
the vodoo
of desire
perhaps perspire
in temptation essence
of 3 am solitude, attitude divine__] AWAITING
my soul
slows, final
harvest of thought
the sunlight
frosty fingers
in blush radiant
clouds solutes
a slumber anxious
appetite,
preparing hearth and heather
heavy hearts
dismissing summer's
lust mist playful
leaps, a tender
tether of welcome
solitude, captures
a mood and
approaches winter tide
as an open eyed
frost lingering,
waiting for a rich
dark landscape to marry
to devour in the
dnouement of delight
birth the depth of calm
and cozy, snowflake glittered
moonlight wrap, Christmas time
tentatively hints about the collar
and the ears, already befriending
a nibble at
night, molasses
tears from winds
kisses,
glowing warm
melting from inner
fires
the mystic rises
at darkening hours and
contemplates the crystals
of memory, the motion
of melody, crisp clash
coquetry of ice
jeweled lakes,
peace pallid
poetry rhythms
of autumn's heart
evolving breath,
vespers;
velvet drawstrings decorate
November's curtains. |  |
FAMILIAR
this is familiar
the rug worn pattern
of two A.M.,
pacing thoughts
pasting chalk talk
to the roof of my
unintelligible mouth,
drooling emotion like
a lost puppy to a
strangers tickle,
mind's eye perspective
of my feet one
in one out--the
door ages of sand
mulled over and over
with the same desirous
ocean tongue, swirling
the woes of ages, the
withdrawn embrace the
poet's tormented twisted
face expressionless at truth's
grave--now the
mirror of keyless clueless
fumbling me, this is
familiar, the soul torn (heart thorn)
pattern of two A.M. FRUSTRATED IMPROMPTU
always when I'm just
a basic me,
the paint a little
peeling the
eyes slightly
tearing like
clouds heavy
with raindrops
on a longing
lazy autumn
day,
sunshine simmers
in my veins
smolders in
vain my dreams
companions
sailing
in shadows
through my
waking hours
dissipating
wake,
ships hull
hollow
cargo complacent
tuning thoughts
to pitchfork
rational
hearts prick pace
nights dark doves
disgrace quietly
quaking laughter
shaking moods
escaping souls
woosh silent
wish wondering
when the light
will linger a while
longer to the twilights
twinkle,
sauntering sumptuous
leaking like a tight
tongue's promise
from my denial dance.
left footed raisin pudding. |
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SLOW DEATH
what am I
but someone's
convenient shell of
self respect, the
buoy of a soul
to keep afloat those
who barely can swim,
and seem to seek
to drown,
what am I than
a transient phase
a phrase fast discarded
from tongues lashing
in search of the prize
the slow death
the denial, all
the sugar coated
coaxing of excitement
and mistreatment,
what am I but
a playground of forgiveness
thorns to my heart for
a garden, barefoot to
my face for shame
packaged like a special
holiday-gushes deep a river
forging out my eternal fingerprint
as self sacrifice failure. INSOMNIA
the rain today
nourished my
smile,
my thoughts
cement in a
numb heart
swirled away in
fallen leaves (comrades
of souls) sailing
in the swollen
river, gutter currents
curbside guilt.
A week like generations'
jeweled words, encrusted on
tomb-wise lips and
spilled a dust of
despair; each
one: open lid care (closed jar memory)
dispatched, a poison
on parade,
my li(f)e I lead,
led astray
my li(f)e proceed
on broken prayers to play, compare
a love recurs, recedes, consumes--
(repair) and torrents
like the tumble of
desires' hair, brilliant
muffled chimes
the sighing in
heavens, ears
bells toll
twilight into
my dreams
forever tasting
the brink of night,
frustration spits
dawn into
my conscious
distractions ever the
ten cent thrill
the pockets
of a pantomime
a puddle in
the ocean. |
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