Monthly Archives: April 2015

MY BALLERINAflower

MY ballerinaFlower my howYou sat upon \|/
of grass — windsWhen
summerSome gorgeous
likeWhen you momentarily dreamed a stage
of sunlit fields and all that Nature applause
made you weep with joy!  My Ballerinaflower
so adored!

:: 04-28-2015 ::


IF WHEN NIGHT-STRETCHED

If when night-stretched
moonlit hands gently
like touching lyrical
midnight mockingbird’s
gentle heart, then now
if when perfect kisses
are given, then if when
night-stretched hearts
sing so do all souls
by nature!

:: 04-28-2015 ::


ONLY FOR EXPERIENCED MEN

TO be the rare breed
to love the uncensored
female body — the advanced
maneuver available to men
and women of seasoned sexual
palates and hang-up free psyches!
To love the menstrual cycle;
a hardcore connoisseurship
The vag more sensitive when
flowing in menstruation!

:: 04-28-2015 ::


THE IMPERIAL ROBE

I see the night lit up
by day; some call
it life
I say okay
And the world wears
a cloak of stars
upon it’s collar
and the fine seamstress
sewed deep pockets
where Life and Death roam!
And that inner robe!
From waist to knee tis
where we all should be!
Between Land and Ocean,
Between Dream and Life,
Between Life and Death!

:: 04-28-2015 ::


LOVE-BUG

MY God I saw
the love-bug today
red and black so like
the spots upon my heart!
She crawled upon my sleeve
where be tender tears
and drank away the sorrow
My God I know what be Mercy!

:: 04-28-2015 ::


THE CIRCLE

BY all those that are living
have traveled from that which
is dying
or dead
And from that knot
to the ultimate unraveling
those that are living
will have traveled this far:
to dying
and even death!

:: 04-29-2015 ::


I STOOD BY THE RIVER OF LIFE

so like a gentle walk and I don’t know how
i can tell you — won’t ever play with you
and like my mama told me
‘keep precious hearts closely to your soul’
i love you but don’t know you
and can’t believe how people say
‘never let your hair down’
it’s a sad fact like broken hearts
and when I’m out i see you walking
and i think you see me — could it be
you’re playing a game — that’s the way
wars are lost;  especially between hearts
when we are so afraid to be what we are
oh yeah, oh so terribly sad
to feel the tears upon my cheek i hate me
i let my hair down but never knew a heart
that burst fire just for me
should i go alone?  Into the deepest night?
why don’t you ask me?  Could it be you found
another game to play?  Oh!  Maybe that’s the way
wars are lost.  especially between hearts
when we are so afraid to be what we are.
Oh, yes.  Oh la la la…I say with my heart.

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A HUNDRED POEMS – LXVI

I think today I broke
a word in my ignorance!
I did the deed within my garden
I stabbed with spade
upon a letter within
the damp soil, lay the bee!
And in my haste I slay she
and shouted in thunder,
‘Oh! It cannot BE!’

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IF I LIE WITHIN MY BED OF PAIN

if i lie within
my bed of pain
let’s call her death
and my sheets i’ve woven
entwined dreams of youth
that i took your breasts
within my mouth
i weep!

and to see how life expands
into a thin string of weakness

and     of   your-heart
and    smile
too i’ve seen thinly die

i ate the dreams
from your mouth

and arguments are stupid things
spectral ghosts of hungry love!
but your eyes and lips and hands
are just as ghostly to my heart
as years that creep away
so do you!

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BY NOON UNLIKE ME THE WORLD IS STRONG

Did you see? I dropped my phone
three times today

by noon

And it has yet to break but
I am trying but the devilish
device is strong!

unlike me

I dropped by three before sunrise
and four before I hit the door
that greeted me

the world is strong

but me; that broken heart!
And it does seem so adventurous —
the one accustom to guises and masks

so I fade I melt

And the sun laughs a million flames
that lick my burning skin
and I’m free to walk alone

away into oblivion

:: 04-08-2015 ::