hello poetry
are you active?
no one reads my poems
so i feel sad
hello poets
are you here?
you don't read my poems
so i feel alone
hello, hello
are you listening?
please read my poems
be kind to a poet
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 11:25 AM UTC
Go sit near the piano
Let me see your colors and textures as music
Take your place in the rainbow
Fly like a flock of doves (in)
Choral sunlight
Radiate visions (of)
Peace and hopefulness
Let us praise this woman (of life)
Take that cup of cool water
Offer it to me
Sing in a chorus of angels joyfully alive
Stand in the sun
You are radiant truth (my lady)
Take down that book of poems and hold it near your heart (sweetness)
Join gentle history made for lovers
Earth’s precious produce
Touch poor hearts
Release their light (sweet princess)
Take away this man’s binding scars
With healing grace
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 11:54 AM UTC
Beware poets. Conceit consumes
Oh yes, we understand how you have suffered
Such great gifts no one understood,
Except that teacher, so eager to please with ink stained hands
Beware young poet of your mirrored pen-hand
Reflecting only your own visions
As if you could replace God in this universe of stars
Your mirrored hand withdrawn from the waters of truth leaves no impression
Only the smallest ripple for an instant remains (poets understand this)
Beware young poet of your own conceit
You say nothing new,
You write old truths to fresh eyes
Is that enough for you?
Stand without ego if you can…strive selflessly
Put ambition away
Show love
Let go of conceit to see the world and write
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 11:52 AM UTC
A lady I know shuns the light of unknown things
The doors she opens lead to safe and safer places
This lady holds tight to self
Her grasp fast to a man-made light
If she lets go, she fears, she will fall
And falling brings winds of unknown places
She works on mooring lashings tightly fixed
Breath and blood squeezed out, never in
Until life intervenes and teaches
The dear lady will be loved but not know love
By gentle hearts surrounding and kind minds protecting
She sleeps in the hollow of her making
Her children give **** to breast
Mother flows out to her only growth
Dance to her drum pilgrim, bow low and say excuse me
Perhaps you will linger awhile with this lady
Open the door to your reflection dear lady
Sweet princess, sweeten the womb that nurtures you
Bring your soups of solace to the loving
Pass out the mead that brings controlled acceptance
..........
But for your life, open a door not knowing
Break the seals held to your safe keeping
Tip platitudes platter crashing to earth
Rip your blouse and cry for new life
Stir the nest, your fledgling heart to fly
Fall into future; change is chance, fear not loved lady
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 11:49 AM UTC
I ride this watchful journey
Rivers wind through ancient caverns
Across open plain, up mountain side
Vantage point where you stand
Alone and wondering
Telling out the things you see and taste
Would you sleep quietly, your dream sleep
Nestled next to poet devotion?
Flesh and blood casualty to your secrets
Body giving way to deep views under your wants?
I stand staked a slave to ripping eyes and mind
Laser-look lingering on motive
Report what you feel and desire and wish poetess
Grist to you, fuel to passions stylus, my blood, river to your sailing
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 4:47 PM UTC
I tried to write an epic poem about you
Each word I wrote diminished the truth
So I stopped
Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 11:32 PM UTC
sad sad heart
kiss your image
sadly frozen in pictures
taken to find some hope
spread those self-portraits
on the floor of your life
find one that says patience
touch your face with courage
open your heart to your smile
freeze-framed like a frightened bird
pretty dress and hair of ribbons
tell us your story sad sad girl
Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 11:29 PM UTC
Am I only addicted or
do I love you so deeply
I am sick without you?
Time will scream it to me eventually,
but I am, as usual, impatient
Will time whisper an answer to you?
Will you gently wake me from
my slumber to kiss an answer to me?
Will I plant a poem deep inside of your body?
My poem will find nourishment
inside you wrapped in warm fluid love
until time calls it to come out
Life will be next to your body
a suckling at your breast,
inspiration and patient growth
- Another addict spiral close
to your skin's touch and
your body’s liquid treasure
Will I **** my poem out of jealousy,
wishing to take that place at your
breast for inspiration?
Addicts and Lovers are like that you know.
Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 10:38 AM UTC
An old friend left town today
The conveyance was his favorite handgun
After departing he placed the gun next to his body
On the other side of his body was an empty whiskey bottle
The coroners report said, “Cause of Death – Desire to visit other planes of existence”
The local paper said he was a strange genius tangled up in complicated metaphor
The underground papers all said he found a ticket and decided to use it
I figure he decided he had told everyone here about his sad loneliness and
Thought new ears might be needed to bring fruit to his suffering
Even if he didn’t know what the ears would look like
My friend left behind millions of words written over decades in an attempt
To explain his sudden departure
I found it odd that in the opening word of his first poem I saw the answer
That opening word was “She”…
What followed was a lifetime of goodbyes written and published with love
Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 10:30 PM UTC