The stream (all workshops)
You buy a ticket,
she buys hers
both board the same train
don't look at her …ignore,
then she looks back in your eye
and does smile…
smile back still ignore…
then the next move,
move a seat closer
she comes and sits next to you...
the rest is all a sojourn
a long one ahead
ere the end of the morn,
kissing is the travel
throughout the night …
till both have had sufficient delight
Kiss me here,
Kiss me there,
just now kiss each other anywhere
THEY
Maybe the angels
Saw the light
Like mosquitoes in the night
Bulb turned on
In my room
So they hurry through opened window to me!
And I'm telling them
-There's no life in here for you,
you're going to die.
I
I'm peeking through keyhole!
There's me in an empty room
It's summer night
Just to let you know
If I open the window
Mosquitoes will enter
This way
Completely is enough for me
astonished veins
are bursting
with poems
among the debris
I find a notebook,
sitting on the edge
midnight sparked a flame
and ate through the page,
my first word
was confused and excited
burning to a nova
images of purple dawns
bright green moons
pink trees and yellow blooms.
flood my memory,
these are the shining eyes
of a night walker
reflected in the window
of your black soul.
a skein of feeling
pimples my skin
My poetry is waiting in the wings,
its melody is halted by so many things,
with dashing nurses, pills,
all sorts of holes to fill with this and that
and stop my pains
waited on, our every whim
rewarded with a smile,
while storms of rain accost the window panes
warm wrapped in blankets we remain prostrate
helpless in our present state
wondering what time it is
as time has gone away
and soon its night before another day.
Tough Love
Slithering on shards of bone, I bleed profusely now
rapture streaming from a fractured face
nothing to impede my passage as I seek the love
of she who sits upon the throne of grace
ebon hair cascading down on breasts of sculptured pearl
eyes that glow a luscious evil green
a goddess from the nether realms intent and hungry now
waiting for my lust to drain me clean
the night screams
as I rip at the fabric
covering my mind
attempting to
tear out the ‘look’
poisoned barbs dig deep
your anger descends
as does each stab,
you look down
from so very high
but no longer see me
curling under the stars
and held in agony
without a single tear
I cry a river of silent voices
on a pillow of crimson stars
bleeding out your venom
I become transparent,
again I feel your ire
and seconds later
something dies
emerald skein
clothed in a haze
resolute and brazen
treacle breadths
and spirit sheen
cast me forgotten
in plainclothes warrior
worn
i was first foremost and last
the ember shrouded
edging out the watermarked
curling celluloid
into smoke
taste the future on my wrists
hot bow breath down the
wastelands of her spine
writhing soft as the oracles
pallet of tinge
wrapped in cascades
entropy wins
and the little values
of vertigo
spin
Emerging like a shadow
pulled from the night.
Outlined by light,
he waits.
On noiseless feet
going where reality dares not
Those who did her wrong, he had not forgot
nor forgotten was the promise made.
On rage filled wings
he soars through the sky
deciding who's turn it is to die.
Talons outstretched, searching for prey.
Soul catcher, dream snatcher
A wounded heart, sworn to protect
following years of neglect.
The Raven will have his day
Ian and Loved.. By.......Duo poets
Better to walk the beach alone,
you too
Better to walk the beach alone,
Friends will gather,
as they call
your name
one by one.
Ian
and
Loved
Loved
and
Ian
Life can be so
very lonely
even when...
in a crowded room
Better to walk the beach alone,
never moan
one day the world
will you, alone own...
The small bard was
also ours!!!!!!
Confession
spawned from lustful fornication
born without a name
reared by those unfit to coach
the playing of life’s game
absorbing knowledge like a sponge
daring to be strange
yet all the while still wishing
I had the will to change
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