The stream (all workshops)
Sitting here with pen in hand
with hopes of writing something grand
that future readers might remember
in a future's drab December
I search for a substantial topic
universal, not myopic
something not already written
that might leave just one person smitten
Maybe I could write a poem that's funny
to turn a disposition sunny
but ideas for writing humor
seem to be just distant rumor
.
me?...no
I don't wear pajamas
kid shit
if I wore anything
(but I don't)
prob'bly be
sump'm like
Brando's
"Hey Stella... Stella"
tore up tank
and maybe
some boxers
but that just means
more laundry
so I doubt they would be
any fresher than
the rest of me
by the way,
no colors, white only
on those boxers
otherwise they start lookin'
too much like
pajamas
and I do not like
pajamas
.
I walk to the store
I hate it
not the store
the walk
I hate it
why is it so close?
not that I want a longer walk
'cause I don't
but, a block and a half drive
would make me
"eccentric"
I hate that too!
I Am Fossil
What bits of memory do you leave behind?
Trapped within amber drops of sticky tears
When others glean from what clues they find
Will they think you bitter from wasted years?
This trunk that’s grown from sprig to stalwart tree
Shed generations of leaves and broken limbs
In yearly season cycle’s of natural decree
You reign, full of life ‘til summer dims
I am partly the moon
From the radiance of the sun
I am partly the earth
From the quenching of the rain
I am partly the sun
From the gravitation of the Galaxy
I am partly the water
From the winds of the atmosphere
I am partly the plant
From the photosynthesis of light
I am partly the daughter
From a father unknown
I am partly the sister
From siblings of others
I am partly the wife
From the desires of other
I am partly the maid
From the needs of gaggle
A sworded conception
Doomed from the start
Your love was too strong
Lurid in its direction
Just a diversion in your mind
Yet blindly I went on
When you left
my life shattered into Infinity,
couldn't breathe without you
(chorus)
Ignite a carnal resurrection
Let me live again
Breathe
I am hanging on,
asphyxiating, on raw emotion.
Restore my voice.
Passion is my affliction
A terrible addiction
My drug of choice
.
'sweet dreams', she purrs
I roll over and tremble
thoughts of losing her
.
even in unveiled sadness
her beauty incites tears
I cry twice
.
bearing now this
loneliness 10,000 days
an old man in love
what where
hour to hour
day to day
on and on
we go
to where sometimes
where
isn’t where it
should be
not really lost
just haven’t found
what where is.
two different forces collided and made an invention,
either a gift of perfection or the fruit of failure
and seen as ending with a fatal obsession,
an early corrosion or a late destruction.
the sun gives its fresh light to make it sweet,
and sometimes thunder come to let it use its wit,
and when the weather change the course of the wind,
there come falling is the rain - the right time to weep.
Silky auburn hair floats like a wave
swirling round her body
in depths of dark waters.
Tendrils curling over soft belly and breasts
a seductive invitation to all who see her vision.
Green eyes capture moonbeams
piercing the dimness
with a haunting luminescent shimmer.
She beckons with the slightest of gestures,
curiosity compels them to seek more...
Her voice like that of a fallen angel,
spellbound by her presence and song
they dive deeply into a blinded kind of love.
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