The stream (all workshops)
sit night
in evening gown
your flame of crowns
draws cocks to crow
as fledgling dawn
For how long will I live in foolery?
Hoping it will be better bye and bye
While things go bad in the day and nighttime
Unabated, my kismet wears away
Left in ruins to rot in abandonment
For how long will I live to be sorry?
My belongings blot due to lack of means
Unwelcome rats sneak in to eat my clothes
These stocks up glories of the past era
Like tattered flags of a battered nation
some day in the wilderness
as time splashes by,
you will or may recall
a guy poet like me
who came by
just to fly ..
and
you will not even know
who was that guy .....
short and sweet
for an everlasting memory
by Loved
Was it only yesterday I saw your face?
Your smile etched words into my skin.
Lovers do not know such things
and neither do I.
The sun firewalked across this poem,
turned the page into flame
then these words into ash and dust.
in a corner-torn moment
she stands
in shades of grey
the new-born babe
swathed in woollen white
clutched tightly in her arms
before her in a wicker chair
his hands caress the napes
of the necks of the two small boys
who lean across his knees
all dressed in Sunday best
for a family album addition
to keepsake the new blessing
a happy picture
so you'd think
an intuition
for I know the story
I look closer
seek their eyes
find therein
emotional exposure
pinch of gloss
smidge of sparkle
tongue lubricantly worn
tits tissued
shoes a-bladed
spread cheeks vaselined
rubbers tallied
picture kissed
prelude to a moonlight glow
she is called Kiko
to the tourists
that pay
she is called Lola
L-O-L-A
Lola
to the sailors
that get it
any night at port
every dollar spent
is a story untold
hell...
would you?
jaw land dirty world
compacts and candy
flaw across the scar of sun
cutting cross tender bone
the hip throne
I can hear your breath
the hitchs
crying through a phone
put me down babe
put me down
cruel safetys off
to let you cold fire finger
pull ventral ebullience
drip hesitant kisses
drop memory in park
let our idle agony
spill runaway
hearts
into the damned
and lost of dark
.........
I’ve heard the cries from mountaintops
too many times to chance recall,
but never could I lift these legs
to limp and find the source.
Therefore I list with utmost care
to draw what least I may
from echoing strains that batter me
to learn what they portend.
But thunder and lightning, wind and rain
was all I could discern
and never might I learn the truth
of what the mountain said.
I'll wonder awhile
watching your reflective eyes
catching sweetly in our
fractured mirror views
do you see me?
my vain soul believes it
but my logic is a mere
drop in your hat trick words
inspired...always
like those forever words
decided for us that
those burned rooms
and haunted halls
would whisper promises
we could never keep
such beauty resounds in the eyes of lovers,
those who know the value of love
time severs,
bones ache,
the forehead frowns permanently
the balding head indicates,
the past dense forest once it did exist,
then when both lovers see
fading lips
twitching eyes
can I see you dear?
my spectacles are broken,
you can’t hear,
but how happy we both are…
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