stevekelly - Hello Poetry

Poetry sings in the close distance Walks long stride of rainfall creeks And rivers into seas Dances clouds In intermittent rainbows Spectrum spiraling down Dewdrops in autumn All yellow orange Disturbed by leaves Insurgent It reminds of passion Subtle By degrees Fashioning memory Like insulin Needling youth too high Or too low On the sweet On the sweet It lingers Words Tongue to lips Fragrance On air too hot and too still Breathing longing Breeze denying Until of love it has its fill © 2018 Steve Kelly aka kellyocs

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Nov 6, 2018

Nov 6, 2018 at 8:13 AM UTC

stevekelly

Poetry

Poetry sings in the close distance Walks long stride of rainfall creeks And rivers into seas Dances clouds In intermittent rainbows Spectrum spiraling down Dewdrops in autumn All yellow orange Disturbed by leaves Insurgent It reminds of passion Subtle By degrees Fashioning memory Like insulin Needling youth too high Or too low On the sweet On the sweet It lingers Words Tongue to lips Fragrance On air too hot and too still Breathing longing Breeze denying Until of love it has its fill © 2018 Steve Kelly aka kellyocs

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Betrayers in the garden Always never miss They know how to kiss And to be done and dusted Not like this Subtle, slow Like wind weathering away at stone From longing lonely for millennium To finally, ultimately, all alone Never saw the approaching going Early warning signs came too late No defining cyclonic moments No turmoil, lightning tempest, trunk snapping break Just a wayward calypso breeze The creaking of a gate And gone like there never was Scented garden, harbour, resting place And the planet in ages past Had never really turned full face Towards the sun, into light, into life In its endless round of space © Steve Kelly aka kellyocs 2013

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Nov 4, 2018

Nov 4, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC

stevekelly

They Know How To Kiss

Betrayers in the garden Always never miss They know how to kiss And to be done and dusted Not like this Subtle, slow Like wind weathering away at stone From longing lonely for millennium To finally, ultimately, all alone Never saw the approaching going Early warning signs came too late No defining cyclonic moments No turmoil, lightning tempest, trunk snapping break Just a wayward calypso breeze The creaking of a gate And gone like there never was Scented garden, harbour, resting place And the planet in ages past Had never really turned full face Towards the sun, into light, into life In its endless round of space © Steve Kelly aka kellyocs 2013

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The howling maelstrom of wireless Haunts the air unseen Blue toothed demonic It whips up white caps of restlessness And drives sleep onto the rocks Blowing through keyboard tickers And screen flickers There’s a digital mosquito hum in the rigging And the sheets fill with an endless cacophony Of Arabica bean buzz Your physiognomy is a book Rolled up like a chart in a tube The cabin cricket in its cage Twittering nonsense And lusts of cute and food And anti anti anti Both bullies and victims at the masthead Squeal and rage and defecate Raw sewage dribbling down the bow In a million billion ones and zeros Sailors lost in foreign climes With no purpose on land The motley crew self-gratify Thinking Come the dawn we’ll all be back at sea Not realising That with the globe at your fingertips Both night and day are constants Lash yourself to the mast Else be washed overboard All the stars you used to sail by Have become little more Than dead pixels on a screen © 2018 Steve Kelly aka kellyocs

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Oct 30, 2018

Oct 30, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC

stevekelly

There Be Serpents Here

The howling maelstrom of wireless Haunts the air unseen Blue toothed demonic It whips up white caps of restlessness And drives sleep onto the rocks Blowing through keyboard tickers And screen flickers There’s a digital mosquito hum in the rigging And the sheets fill with an endless cacophony Of Arabica bean buzz Your physiognomy is a book Rolled up like a chart in a tube The cabin cricket in its cage Twittering nonsense And lusts of cute and food And anti anti anti Both bullies and victims at the masthead Squeal and rage and defecate Raw sewage dribbling down the bow In a million billion ones and zeros Sailors lost in foreign climes With no purpose on land The motley crew self-gratify Thinking Come the dawn we’ll all be back at sea Not realising That with the globe at your fingertips Both night and day are constants Lash yourself to the mast Else be washed overboard All the stars you used to sail by Have become little more Than dead pixels on a screen © 2018 Steve Kelly aka kellyocs

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