Woke with misty eyes and a tear stained pillow
Slowly recovering from the nights fantasy,
I sort through the endless pleasures
All tightly woven in luscious tapestry.
I pierce dreams veil every night alone
Awaiting the moment you arrive,
Soon we touch with ravenous expectation
Of the night's incessant ride.
Your scent lingers on my olive skin
I inhale each delicious inch,
My desire incurs without conscience
But is interrupted by morning's pinch.
It's just another night when the lights are bright
and the knights ride slowly with the stream
with the steam rising ragged in the cold evening air
and I swear they were laughing at me
being there.
But I was there and I did see
the history of old
strutting boldly down my street
going off to meet
that appointment to keep
back in 1642
with Cromwell and his madcap crew.
Where,
when the Crown lay heavy on the head
and the King had fled
an empty bed
a viper's nest
and no rest for the wicked or the Royal.
Those loyal did their best
but his head came off quite cleanly
obscenely
some might say
other's remarked,
'he'd has his day'
And as another night fades into obscurity
trapped between youth and maturity
no longer able to see the words that were penned
I look on
and long for
the day to end.
This is that which floats
through air with talk
and smoke
Softlight bycaught notes
in the golden night
whereby sidecaught your tresses,
darkish and shimmerful in jerky
movement turning
face by face
listen by listen
never to settle
But O if once you'd settle
with those sharp eyes
you'd settle perhaps
on me
and byside we'd walk
on streets singing their
blackness into the sky
arclight lit
and that song would play out
that one with the melody like
burnished copper
When night fell, I slept
& dreamt of spring,
flowers; daisies blooming
left & right … but
the colours were askew
& so I asked the moon
to trade places
with the sun.
& she obliged.
But still, in that new light
I felt guilty.
All those red petals
no longer belong to me.
A passerby came along
& I panicked
trying to find a name
for what was clearly a rose.
(there were thorns after all)
I remained speechless,
dug up the flowerbed,
& burnt the remains.
I was only trying to
keep up with appearances.
Those colours
have no place
growing here.
In the field of my mind,
posies of wild-flowers
mostly delicious little daisies,
sometimes those shameful red roses,
I wish the latter would just wilt.
wait for me
ive gone away
to some unknown place
purple night dims dark
for me
have i lost my humanity?
"here, take this pill," you say
"it'll make you better"
but pills get lodged in my
throat
tonsils swollen
i choke i choke
on
purple nights
wait for me
thats all i ask
so we can go together
down unlit paths
Your back is almost broken.
Your mind is almost taken.
Your sex is just a token
Of the hearts you've broken
On the day you kneel down.
You used to know the clean cool water
As it drove itself around the bend.
But you forgot the notes from father
His will found you talking without end.
Find the silence frozen in you mind,
The half-song that was your pride.
Feel the stomps of boots on soil.
That's our rythm, and the sign its time to move.
You feel the hands of thunder reaching out to touch
The lightning you forgot was still hidden in your groin.
Everything else you know doesn't matter that much.
Lets find our masks and guns and go find the coins
That only we know were ours, but still belong to us.
You will know the answer to the riddle in her cries.
You will remember every word you ever heard.
You will finally know why you did the things you did.
You will agree with all the reasons why she left.
You will see there's no wrong, but only right.
You will see the dirty dreams she dreams at night.
You are the rapist and the raped.
You are the guard at your master's gate.
You'll hear the the secret that you feared.
The music of the game of masks.
You'll know the end has come and gone.
The sound of lightning when it comes around.
On the day you kneel down.
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I heard a Broughett Snap
Last night!
Oh, yes I did!
And when I heard
That Broughett Snap
I went and hid.
Deep in the dark and shadowed way
Where smarter children do not play.
Where no one whispers, no one cries,
And no one utters last goodbyes.
I heard a Broughett Snap
Last night!
And it was brash!
And when I heard
That Broughett Snap,
I made an awful crash.
I fumbled when I ran and hid,
Stumbled like a katydid
And nobody believes just what I found.
For there was only me around.
I tumbled and I tripped a spell,
I never heard death's fading knell.
And I fell into the Autumn leaves.
But nobody here believes.
I heard a Broughett Snap
Last night!
Yes, it's all true!
And when I heard
That Broughett Snap
I thought of you.
Should you fancy Autumn nights,
And find you're dazzled by the lights,
And hear the slightest Happen Tap,
Pray it's not a Broughett Snap.
Copyright © 2012 Richard D. Remler
*Broughett Snap Reference: The Bramblewood
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"Eat a live toad the first thing in the morning
and nothing worse will happen to you the rest
of the day."
-Unknown
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dew drops glisten
in the night
like pearls
set on fire,
and thunder cackles
like a far off,
hidden friend.
something whispers
in the breeze
about tomorrow,
but I do
not want this
gentle night
to end.
my heart reaches
in her loneliness
for something
just beyond
the sheltered
neverland
of now,
for a something
lost inside
the shades
of ever,
and she'd
find it,
if forever
would
allow...
Copyright © 2012 Richard D. Remler
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"Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat
upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby."
~Langston Hughes
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There's a soft moon on the horizon.
A new song in the mist.
And nobody knows just what it sings,
Or the wonder it brings.
There's a bright star over the mountain,
A cool breeze to the night.
With the cornflower dancing row on row
Where the blue grasses grow.
And if you listen very closely
You may hear the shadows cry,
As they weave their wonder
Across the drifting sky,
You may feel the fairest, faintest kiss.
And just a touch of hopefulness
And in every note the nightingale sweetly pines,
Whilst the blossom of eventime softly weeps,
The silvered moon of Ever shines
With every secret that she keeps.
There's a morning fog over the meadow,
A firefly seeking the dew,
And that whisper of evenfall tucked away,
Where the long shadows play.
Copyright © 2012 Richard D. Remler
The moon peaks,
catching the glimmering
snow, the rustling trees
But I long for the cabin,
the cabin up ahead
Kissing the night,
as she would me,
with warm firelight
A small crack offers entrance
and, as in before,
I sit beneath the floorboards
Notes drift through the cracks,
and soft thumps echo down:
the ghosts of dancing feet
I catch them in stride
They show me glimpses,
but only glimpses
To reach, to touch, my
still heart yearns to
join the lonely dancer
But what would she feel?
The slip of one hair?
The chill of silent breath?
The crawl of closed eyes?
No.
Better to stay, sleeping,
beneath the floorboards
