The stream (all workshops)
Some fruits eaten raw are better than fresh
your poetry is like raw mangoes
sweeter than sweet,
hard but finally soft
the breeze takes my heart away
every time I go to the sea,
I always feel so happy
with my spouse and me
at times,
I love to see other folks in bikinis
then my eyes open,
when they all smile at me
my torso is beyond imagination
round and round
some in my looks wish
I’d happiness have found
the breeze and the beach
are my signs of love
and
On the point of nothing
I breathe
Supping from un-adultrated energy
Feeding upon your pulse
Wicked is your knowledge
Subtle your yearning
Bleeding sapphires,
becoming diamonds
Renting my emotions as wire
Becoming one with your eyes
Wishing your scent upon my lips
Tasting your sweetness in my soul
Longing for your touch upon my skin
Dislocated, torn from our togetherness
Longing for our return
To our time
Our kind
I hold you in my psyche
I will never drop you
from my talons
Lied to my husband, said I was going to pick daisies
Really I was going to train daisy my new apprentice
That girl is the only one who understands I’m crazy
I must admit this girl is good
I pick the victims
She lures them to the most secluded spot in the wood
As she lures them to a spot that’s remote
I lurk behind them waiting for my chance
My chance to slit the poor fellow’s throat
Then like a present daisy wraps the severed head
To send to his widow
So she will know her husband is dead
THE LION’S MEAL
You broke my pride
stole my dignity
wounded me
to near dying’s agony.
And like a jackal
when the lion
has had its fill
you came in
for the rest of the kill
training wheels on bicycles
training bras
training horses
dogs
and children
training citizens to keep
the fear near après September 11
throw prejudice into the money pit
make it yellow if it doesn't fit
cowardice for the pacifist
paltry poetry lines for the disenfranchised
Of days of old, the harpers sing,
of Melegrond, their fallen king.
The time the Calotans were wronged,
and gathered they; a sullen throng.
Naught would lift their great sadness:
as one, they wept in brokenness.
In sullen quiet, silenced, stood
as Nature likened to their mood.
unable
to perceive my own light
whilst in the glow of infinity
I separate my essence into the darkness -
call upon that which I am not -
exist within
illusion-and-a-score of appearance
so I can experience self
and I purposely forget who I am
as it profits me not to know
but, in the stillness of reserve
deathly calm and mute
where quiescence holds solitude
and soundless hush
would resound
with cacophonic clarity
I hear my absence
.
Lying in my bed,
Darkness all ‘round,
A million thoughts pass through my head,
With an eerie lack of sound,
Visions of little consequence,
A homesick mans faded friends,
Lost lover’s stroll by in a motley of shame,
Sights that make no sense,
My waking dreams that do not end,
Sleep comes now,
A shadow grudgingly embraced,
Dawn is just ‘round the bend,
Night follows dawn with unseemly haste,
To bring me back to where it began.
Zachary J. Eakin
slickfest
from the dark heavens
coiling on nights arms
juicy dream while my
pulse waits on trigger finger
I think of you home
and swallow all the pain
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