workshop
Black hair parted to an edged obsessive glow
Gothic arch framing an alabaster face
mirrors her vulva captured in tight black pants
Sharp lines
severe
Tight breasts shark edged
Dog collar, Studded
Black, pervasive
Eyes, lips, nails
Standing, legs crossed.
Body shouting a defiant slouch.
A small woman on guard against an intrusive world.
eyes turned out in arresting poise
Waiting...
I watch you as you watch me
Your glaring eyes sink into my screen
And I'm all you see
All around you
Becomes invisible
Once i'm turned on
I've seen you laugh
many times
and cry on occasion
but usually you just stare
Motionless
Filling your head with my filth
I do have some worthwhile
things to offer
You just have to search
Dig Deeper
Hunt
And you may learn something
or expand your horizons
or even be inspired
Just don't stay too long
This is spring
beautifully musical...
spring is at the doorstep here
but tis still minus six...
perhaps a day more
winter may like to stay
if spring comes
can summer be far away...
then all of us will say
Global Warming by the way and
the scorching heat will burn our skin
soft cream we all shall apply ...
the ointments price will rise sky high---
then we shall say blast the economy
come rain and take the heat away
some one will say
let winter stay...
POETIC JUSTICE ITS JUST US THIS IS MY FIRST POST AND ONLY POETS I JUST TRUST JUST POETS IS A MUST ITS LIKE A SEXUAL THRUST THE EXCITEMENT FULLFILLED ENJOYMENT TO DISCUSS ON PAPER POETIC JUSTICE READS WITH A RUSH POETRY TO ME IS LIKE A CHILDS FIRST CRUSH.
No reprieve, no second chance
No turning back to do, undo
Time has passed her by
Without a glance
Life unfair, left in despair, no more ribbons in her hair
What had been grace and beauty
Now turned to songs unsung
And no one there to listen or to care
Fading flowers, empty hours
Potential unmet, doors now shut
Empty dreams o'er which to grieve
Life once sweet, now turned to wine that soured
burning candle flame!
(live visual..)
she is like a candle
cold but very still
held in a lovers hand
so very still ...
till she is lit and flame starts flickering,
she flickers,flickers too
but slowly ,silently...
her body curvaceous
wriggles within
the arms of her consort
now she can’t slip out…
the flame warms up gradually
the wax begins to melt
lover her lips does cement
with breezes
he softly does blow
to make her brightness glow
Fastidious
Starched shirt paisley tie
Both frayed
Worn with dignity
Suit shining witness
To countless years
Service
White silk handkerchief
Mottled as ancient cream
Shoes cracked
Polished to a glow
Meticulous
He is seminal
To the community
A profession
Of great regard
And universal need
His chambers
City Hall square
The town mendicant
Providing
Chance for giving
And receiving
Gratitude
The ordinariness of the day
contrasted to the
epiphany
that followed...
Another tedious chore
the packet of false
images
stayed on the bathroom
floor
Always led to believe
youth captured
now held ransom
to self- fulfilling prophecy
of age intrigue
The beauty peddlars
stupid suits
but women pardoners too
convinced us
with trickery
that grey hues
were meant only
for the truth meddlars
When we first moved in here,
there was a bag man,
well, an old age pensioner,
who passed by the building every day,
carrying a white plastic bag,
stopping occasionally
to rest on a bench;
he was to be seen so regularly
that one looked out for him.
The story goes, in haste they flew.
A sudden urge within them grew
to conquest and for glory's sake;
to win the day, the prize to take.
With Tantalla, they swiftly made 5
their way through many nooks and shade
and under boughs and over tree
they sped like wild birds, swift and free.
Their larking made her break to song
and Tantalla raised up a throng 10
of dancing trees and bowing leaves.
The notes she sings with magics weave
to life the ancient grey lit trees
that rush in chorus, twos and threes
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