Tag Archives: #poetry

GOOD MORNING SUN AND BLUE FROG

Glass windows sun-sparkled smiles
Sunday stroll through city streets
leashed dogs white and pink pumps
strollers a’ cooing babies
this is the life of the fifties
Come take my hand
where we go no one knows!
Come take my heart
where we go cupid knows!
oh me, oh my! silently little
blue frog in the corner
of a soda shop (beaten terribly
by shoes across the walk)
feeling how your voyage is from
a NeverWhere to now(brusied)
to see such a lost little thing
wishes i send packaged in hugs
confetti-bursting kisses all upon
you! And everyday seems a little
longer — love a bit stronger;
for true love to come from me
little blue frog in a silent corner
i am a bit like you wishing love
sending flies your way little lover
and come what may — a true love?
glass windows sun-sparkle smiles
on Sunday stroll through city streets
surely love will come our way

:: 08-28-2015 ::


IN ALL MY WISHES

IN all of my wishes
there are just dreams
of all those kisses
wishing we are one
missing bridges built
by lonely hearts
If you must remember
remember this;
a heart has wings
it must fly and so
i wish towards you
and if i could sigh
from a heavy heart
full of passion
and two hearts as one
i say all my wishes
were more than just
dreams

:: 08-28-2015 ::


APOCALYPSE EMERGENCY

undeclared emergency   i’m no longer
breathing air      in a world of hurt
such urgency  i see none surviving
so this is the end of a world
drowning in such misery
it’s the apocalyptic emergency
a dirty nasty biblical story
where women and children perish
it is a mystic insurgency
the beginning of all endings
when air becomes fire (i’m no
longer breathing air)  in a world of hurt
such urgency i see none surviving

:: 08-24-2015 ::


PERSPECTIVE ON A SENSIBLE SUBJECT

IN impossibility we glanced
many-twice? There. In the
moonlight we now see as
morning-lit regret?
never me
? of you a mystery
wishing i dipped the cup
of my life within your stream
–the Never-be
so there, we are all alive
: we/us fighting for love
and the dead? What do they say?
silly fools! All of you!
the little children of life
hopscotch skipping hearts as
though they are games!

:: 08-22-2015 ::


MYSTERIOUS WEATHERED-HEARTS

WHEN better
laughter
that sun carved
this piece
i gave yourful
larger of my
smallest heart!

should you smell
the pink-rose
of my heart:
humble A
thunderous
whenWONDEROUS
pieces of little-
ME we rained
feeding greenery
forgetting hearts
–my soul pulls a
thunderCloud forever
towards missed love
life toward walking
wet roads of Spring’s
l i f e

:: 08-22-2015 ::


FOREVER IF YOU EVER

forever if you ever
say you’re leaving me
standing on this station
seeing a whisper taking away
the light of these skies
this is my last heartbeat
this is the one where i’m
so just out of your reach
and we fly away
i am the word upon the bird
‘s wings singing
sweet memories
the tears of steels
making the soul scream

:: 08-22-2015 ::


WAR IS A BROKEN HEART

& sweet humming these smiles
cascading waving waters
in your lovely eyes
bell toll’ng in wishes
on some(like) green Irish Earth
splattering echo’ing lust
their Arms are not long as mine
those dreaming armies of mine
where i should have/not-had stepped
accord of peace
my lover.
We said pain
felt thing that has no name
but we tried
now i know war is a heart
that never stops bleeding
until you Remember:
once we loved

:: 08-22-2015 ::


SUMMER SMILE ON THIS GIRL

summer is a smile on this girl
she loves you
and loves the world
she’s crazy about everything else
and on long days (living in “___”)
she thinks about the bad boy
the one who broke her heart
she moves on toward a field of clover
with four leafs and dreams of her
broken heart — mends her heart
she dreams about so free to love
and all the creatures of the night
smell her blood and her tears
and they wish to have a black dance
with this woman — a name on night’s
sky leaving this world for awhile

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WE LIVE IN SHADES OF CHILDREN

We should live in shades of children
and I could if the fears took control
I would say my dear/fear is a candy cane
a famous macabre novel of Mary Shelby
and who is the monster and lover?
I confess…I love candy canes

And if you should hear my mind
what a wonderful journey of love
it’s a cable show of famous hearts
and I would never be satisfied
I hate selling my children
like a paperback novel (so cheap
like cyanide)

each word a poor soul
a chapter of death
and stanza’s too

just a thought of love
and pauper’s breath
a heartache of lovers

And if I should cry
what heavens too dear!
a macabre life I’m living

And if you should love
I could believe — like oak
a sturdy forest of green
My movie queen of lust

So I dream and wish upon
a confession of a word
and heroes survive ending credits
but do they save their woman?

I would give you
a walk-away star
in your purse
and a kiss birth
as you walk in life
and we live shades

of children…

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I AM NOT JUST DEATH

I AM NOT JUST DEATH

I am not just
death or life
but the dice that gods
throw across the board
of eternal if!

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