The stream (all workshops)
roses fade
yes...
but they never die...
they live in books
till end of time
and
help recall the moments
since lapsed,
instantly
Submitted by Geezer
Banging on the gong
Gets her heart to thumping
Before it is too long
Her body starts to jumping
He bangs away all night
She doesn’t mind a bit
Jill thinks that it’s alright
She hopes he doesn’t quit
Jack is really great
He keeps on like a bunny
His timing is first rate
He don’t do nothing funny
He just keeps on the beat
Never falters once
She's potatoes, he’s the meat
Jack’s no bumbling dunce
Spirits of the unborn wander
Homeless children as we were told
Their mission, to wreck families
By being born into this planet
They die unexpectedly young
The grieved mothers pleaded in turn
That the youngster should stay and share
The twilight meal with the living
You come with many infant faces
Asking for the impossible
Then hide behind the squeaking door
Mocking us with boastful vengeance
Why do you criticize my words
When the purpose of my writing, you do not see
I write for all times and all things that be.
You reach out to my words and select.
Take those that belong to you
They are yours, and yours of mine
Yet you will say, they only lasted a short time
Then you did not need them longer
So return their meaning that is fine.
Why did I write them in order just so
That your eyes told your mind
To let them visit your soul.
LA FOI
Mon âme,
si c’est une âme
que j’ai.
souffre son existence
et tremble devant
son immortalité
cet inconnu
qui nous terrorise
ce silence
qui nous porte
aux genoux.
FAITH
my soul
if that is what I have,
suffers its existence
and trembles before
its own immortality
this Unknown
that terrorizes
this Silence that
brings us
to our knees
NEGATIVE ONE
A breath
the time of a sigh
the middle of
a blink
of an eye
a failure of synchronicity
in space and time…
suddenly
we become
negative one
Profound escapes the moment
when angry words take over,
breaking up, is that the answer.
Tired of the drama
receiving all the blame,
getting slung along this coaster ride
I can't ride not one more train ...
and then you flash your smile,
I can only shake my head,
weighty wisdoms aren't really needed
when that sparkle has its say.
1. Like Solitary Creatures Weeping
I am drenched with melancholy by the summer rain
when the sky opens up and moves the
furniture of my mind around with an easy grace.
The scent of heaven
conjures up a frayed and torn duffel bag of words,
I resist the temptation to write another poem, but I am
not forlorn.
By the river that empties into the sea,
I leave three words
for you in the sand.
The tide will wash them away, but not
before we break into waves
and crash against the dark grey sky.
2. For Him
Gem cutter
wheel flesh
the drip lash vortex taste
a thunder cry
the waste
harrow flash
the thick laced
pass
net soul catch reach
of burnt rimmed skys
far damp with
tourniquet and lust
staunch stop
deliver
your arrows
bearing found
Becoming heart
a quiver
I went to the store today
and ran into an older fellow
he said hi and I said hey
his voice was low and very mellow
As I held the door open
our eyes met for the shortest time
then slid off, as do most men
( as if connecting were a crime)
He shuffled off, I went on by
in a rush as seems my way
to buy some chicken I could fry
( you know, his eyes were almost gray)
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