Beautiful expression as always
it's a delight to read
your creative imagination
through poetic version

one worthy of consumption…
like a pure glass of red wine …
in cut glasses crystal fine
add, savor to the flavor
like poetry does
yours….

triumph
over
falling in a smouldering arc
the black dark realm

a glean of warm
stretchs
through
the darkest wretch
to find
the rarest rare

wounded
in stasis
like Love
hated and feared

wanted
in a reviled
fixture

the caress
of it
running
in its mixture

but the darkness
is moving
sweeping
up
like a gulf
a vortex
like lust
and
borne
with a might

truimph
over

love
shall

When I spent time with me dad,
I tell no fibs, this is what I had!
On day one, he gave me on a plate
A chicken salad “out of date”.

It’s the truth! I tell no lies,
I tried to conceal my bulging eyes
when he presented me with this grub,
slopped out of a hot sweaty tub.

I tried to suppress a yuck!
upon seeing the mountain of muck.
“eat up”, he said, with a toothless grin
“come on, now, it’s time to tuck in”.

HOME AGAIN

I flew the skies so blue
To a place far in time
A place Memory knew
A place to live again
A place where I began
And where I hoped to end
But nothing was the same.
and I am in limbo.

Red spoken word

http://vocaroo.com/i/s1geyZYnEHMh

RED for Clara Bow 7-29-1905--9-27-1965

by Ron Woodruff (bluedemon77)

Meeting there!
Wherever your destination was, keep a place for me.
there we all shall meet
but will fail to recognize
as we shall have no eyes
still we will hope to hear….
oh hell where are our ears
we couldn't hear when on earth,
how in hell now
after the follow up of birth….
well then we smell the perfumes may be
but noses have also been drowsy
so wait for me
when I come to London
then make fun
we shall with utter abandon
all are welcome….

I am writing a poem for you. It's not likely to work.

I will try, even though I will probably not get it right.

It might help if I think and then write. Confidence also helps.

Or I could take a peek at a poem already in vogue.

I am writ / ing a po /em for you, / it's not like / ly to work.

I will try, / even though / I will prob / ab..ly not / get it right.

From a place that is waiting there for me
Not my cave, and that bloody cup of tea
I have told you so many times before
That I may be the keeper of the door

I shall laugh out so loud like a thunder clap
Saying do you remember this old chap
The one who you gave no space to
Well this place is full and can’t take you.

I know many people that can sit at my side
They gave their best and in love did reside
Here we have no place for bigots who
Had a chance to be, with me and you

cinch at the weather
the wheel clench
leather

drive my little driver
sling us through
bring us few
the dark Darling
smile

kitten tongues
and pearled teeth
the happy dub
step heart beat
thrumming
in the cage

sweet sound
wretched wreck
on a rushed
quiet stretch
the sun shines
us
the swift
hot honey bolt
find us
a bathe
a splash

and downshift
heel calf
boot depression

We all have our own minds
we all have our own slices
we all live
but together …
we can't live alone
can we?

we must value the other
money is just only paper
you can burn and get a burning flavor
but then guilt is your entire share ….
leave it or take it,
if you care …