workshop
73rd street
rasping cough explodes
from cold, $2.00 room.
Leon peers through
filth-clouded glass, across
snow winter-scape at sparkling,
snow covered everything--
fretful city sleeps.
I can be calm with you
feel the settling
of crashing emotions,
my internal tempest.
I wear your affection
draped like a favorite quilt,
quietly my heart sings
with the clear, amiable
tenor of your voice.
I am mesmerized by your
astral eyes,
cinnamon sugar stars
trimmed by velvet brown skies.
In your tender embrace
my breath is relinquished,
ceasing time
I lose my place.
I am intensly aware
of only your presence
soothing my impoverished soul.
Loreli
A poem in rhyming couplets ( I think )
The chicken farmer almost cried
when his last good rooster died
Without a cock to breed his hens
he'd go broke and lose his friends
So he called ROOSTERS- R- US
but their reply just made him cuss
They had just sold their last one
to his cousin's nephew's son
What the heck was he to do
without a bird to see him through ?
After much worry and thought
he said, "The farmers' jockey lot !".....................(an outdoor flea market)
Watching the floating leaves in fall
touch down gently upon the earth
they seem to cover its naked form
in a blanket of heavy emotion...
Caressing the simmering earth below
they clutch to its passionate warmth
till the whisper of a brewing breeze
scatters them to spread their charm..
Strewn along in a pattern so rich
woven with golden silken streams,
the earth below now comes alive
as tender love within it sprouts...
she's my little red caboose
her windows a little loose
tucked away under a tin shed
white lattice trim, a coat of red
an old relic of the past
was built to last
real wood is a beauty of mine
my mobile home enduring time
nestled under pine trees
on a hill to catch the breeze
over looking Toledo Bend lake
you'll find me taking a break
from my many repairs
giving up in despair
I'll just cast a line
oh! this life of mine
.
resplendence dances before sleep
as does the north side of night
a wind
blowing backward
a ruby in my shoe
boggled eyes patently dismiss
for rocks are hard, water wet
and yet,
a tumbleweed mumbles
a ruby in my shoe
have no doubt
it can be as such
prove otherwise
I'll tell you "not true"
yes, It's better
not to remember
but so much sadder
...a ruby in my shoe
“Blood on the Snow”
Remember
The lingering sorrow.
Gun blue eyes
Locked
In a moment
When time dared not breathe,
There
Just blossoming,
Love lies bleeding
Ever steady
Softly cocked,
I am felled.
*Love Lies Bleeding is also a flower also know as: Amaranths
watch how you walk
last chords of sermon on the mount
echo on playing field
no one paying attention
again
as fans leave the stadium
stubbing their toes on rusty rocks
cursing the world of matter
speaker shakes his head,
spits, and walks away
point is -- doesn't seem
to matter
what masters say to masses
gathered --
be it truth or no --
people need to stop
stubbing their toes.
vcp
5 December 2010
Ere!
Ere tis too late
Meet me
At the place,
Where the day meets
The darkness of night
But ere
Meet me at the sunset
And
The sunrise meet
Yes ere
Meet me when lust
And
Love conjoin
Ok ere.
Meet me when the
Sperm and ovum greet
Yeah, ere
But do meet me some where
No one can see us together
Perhaps
That’s nowhere!
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