The stream (all workshops)
How I missed this
your poem
I don't know
we both knew the greater poets
ESKER AND SNOWMAN AND MOON MAN
Can't forget them
forget me
let me bask in my continued
anonymity
I will still BOW to thee
Keep the scribbler
within the scribbling
I have extended my time for a while
now almost nearing 84
can hopefully stretch another score
LOL
Thanks Stan you are NEO'S POETMAN
I shall hold the umbrella for you
as long as I can
My lost rib, slumber to my eyes
Between life and death,
Rest to my soul in an aisle of fire and water;
Hang like rubicons of honour on my neck;
Paint my lips with long in the tooth kisses
That fell in with your virgin lips
Like a toy in the shape of a barrel that emits sounds of laughter.
sometimes i feel things i have experienced are like a movies or plays unreal reality.
especially relationships 'they say they love you alot' but they never marred you.
i beleive this is because we have more than one soulmate; most people some only one
its like your picking apples; that look good like theoutside of experiences' but some have worms
between cracks,
i have glimpsed pollinated red flowers
ablaze when illuminated.
i, on the other, a mold
in moisture of dark secluded space
hardly even seeing directly
the glow of mother star
maybe on some fortunate days
inches away, a light beam leaks through
like a thread of white-gold filament,
some stray might even say,
a strand of the sun goddess' hair
mesmerizing, yet still falls short
of badly needed warmth.
Return, return to me,
Come back to the love we once had.
I so wish your face to see,
Surely not everything was only bad.
I see us happy as we once were
Each time my aching eyes are closed.
All else before me is just a blur,
My faults and fears fully exposed.
Return, return to see,
I am again as I once was, I try.
I hope what you want is still me,
Although alone sometimes I cry.
Paradoxical it seems
To write a letter to myself
My virile younger version’s dreams
Prematurely put to shelf
Carefully I’d choose my words
So as not to steer astray
Failures that once seemed absurd
Made me who I am today
Of course, you’ll never lose them all
In retrospect you’re way ahead
With victories, you will stand tall
A heart in hand consoles the head
So…I’d advise, just do your thing
Lessons learned from lesser years
Take your drugs and dance and sing
Do ALL the things that got us here
SITE FOR SORE EYES
My first thought it may have been inspiration
That I really sought, to focus my concentration
Seeking a theme, a title, perhaps a new form
Reflecting gentle breezes or a violent storm
But soon after I registered on that poetry site
And soon after, a welcome later that night
It was clear to me that this offered much more
With potential support of friends at its very core
Stop challenging Africa
Wherever you go we are
We’ve slept on many oceans without a cover
We’ve lived in peril on the sea
We’ve died and buried without a tomb
To remind our children our days
And to celebrate us like heroes.
Stop challenging Africa
We’re born free.
<p>IN MY CHILDHOOD THERE WAS ALOT OF WONDER AND ADVENTURE WONDER LIKE TORRENTIAL STREAMS OF WATER FROM SWAMPS STREAMS PONDS BY MYSELF IN THE SPRING ALLTHOUGH I HAD MY BOROTHER AND OUR GOOD FRIENDS ADVENTURE EXPLORING WOODS AND FIELDS ONE TIME IN THE CITY I WAS WITH MY MOTHER IN A DEPARTMENT STORE CONFUSING MANIKENS FOR PEOPLE PEOPLE FOR MANIKENS OUT SIDE THE GRADE SCHOOL ONE LATE SPRING DAY A FRIEND CAUGHT A BEE IN HIS HANDS WITHOUT STINGNG THEN LET IT GO</p>
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