The stream (all workshops)
The autumn winds will soon bring frost
foretelling colder air to come
so before the last of warmth is lost
we'll pick the last sweet summer plum
Let's walk the woods and pull on vines
shaking loose from the high canopy
purple juicy muscadines
from which we'll make some wine, maybe
Now, while worn leaves still are green
with poplars, only, showing gold
while doves and humming birds still preen
and buck antlers are growing bold
I see everyone
On the express
To what they believe
Is the formula to success
Does anyone know
The color of their God
Because all I see
In their eye's is green
God is a mathematical
Equation
Answered in dollar signs
To what is considered
A life of bliss today
I am not
A domesticated creature
My thoughts of bliss
Seems to be that less
Is all I need
When the wind from the north
off Lake Erie
wraps around your breath
and a hard rain has ushered in
three days of sinus headaches,
Once again, the starting blocks
make me wish I would've stretched;
causing me to be more limber
and, the race not so far-fetched.
It's quiet at the beginning
the sounds of silence rush my ears,
and, I know from other examples
how to disregard my fears.
It's so lonely when you listen
to the blood run through your veins,
causing a dizziness so blinding
only pain, and regret remains.
awake dawn
fuscia chill
stars cling like ice
to melt the bitter blue
so deep and cold
tangy dreams drip
from bird bone limbs
satin souls
wavering
the sleep breath
resltless roam
the lovers kiss
salted like the fin
Mermaids caress
wave worn stone
our amulets
of tears like frozen
teeth about our
throats
and the howl of waves
in black cavern ribbon
at our station
Poetry Is a God Gifted Art
I commenced composing poems,
As early as eight years
When my first poem
The Truant,
Composed in a class,
Was taken away by my Principal
It was about an incident,
When schools kids went an amok
I don't remember what I wrote
But ever since I have composed
Poetry of my own
And
As you must have noticed
No two poems of mine are alike,
They neither rhyme nor chime
But so many friends,
I can now claim as mine.
The touch that I once longed for
Now repulses
Lips once warm and sweet
Have turned calloused and cold
Little innuendos
now chafe and bite
Give them to another
For I no longer can
bear the thought of you
While speaking with someone, presently
I was informed of having to forfeit some of my days.
There were incidents of daydreaming,
with a seemingly fond proclivity
for ignoring certain moments.
So, those days were a "wash", as it were.
With missing items that vanished,
like socks through a vortex in the drying stage.
So, I learned the meaning of forever
and, the birth of my one, and only regret.
Taking so many moments of magical properties,
and then, taking them for granted.
from the...
Water
Of
My
Birth
to the...
Ground where my
Remains lie an
An extinguished
Vessel decomposing under
Earth
Fall, bring me your cold winds
And your dying leaves
Your pitch black nights
And swirls of colors at sunrise
Fall, bring me your love
It will wither and flake away
Like the last leaf that breaks
Love, bring me your head aches
Your torture and your demise
Your smiles and your laugh
And your security
Love, bring me your dreams
So I can fall asleep tonight
Like the child I used to be
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