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Mar 2016 A

Maple Mathers

Just a Game. . .

In the comfortable stockade of my mind
Hide and seek cannot be won
Tiptoe away and find a hollow,
The solitary spot
Slipping between turmoil
Festering in alcoves
Always waiting; back tensed,
Adrenalin sheathing the silence
If I remain undetected
Perhaps the seeker will ease off,
Forget the ollie ollie in comfree
Leave me stowed away.
Much later, I could creep into safety
Call a truce, change spots...
Yet unmarred, the same old rules;
Vicious whispers that ask of unknown.
Meaningful glances and gritted teeth,
The shock of lush green eyes chasing down memory lane.
Wake up, Maple. Wake up.
But I wouldn’t, and it didn’t matter.
Because the stabbing whispers would continue inside;
Dueling emotions I long ago left at bay.
Reside there, waiting.
Counting.
Watching.

*Ready or not,
Here
We
Come.

#poem #sad #hide #secret #hiding #cliche #children #game #rebel #seek

Mar 2016 A

I've just heard my grandson has coloured his nipples red

Mar 2016 A

Maple Mathers

I've just heard my grandson has coloured his ******* red

Two inconnu sheathed within sight of one moon
Betwixt embers'and uppers consumed by whom
Two nocturnal allies have each exhumed
By Caffeine and Adderall's swindling tomb
And Nicotine's cluches; an imbibing room

He can't spell
I can't speak
Parallels
None bespeak

He's got canines and relatives
To replete empty spots
Whilst a book full of lies
Keeps my soul ersatz.

So, too soon or too late
I will resume
And instigate
This nighttime bloom

For Phil Roberts
http://hellopoetry.com/phil-roberts/

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)

#moon #alone #empty #coffee #night #book #message #nocturnal #adderall #ciggarettes

Mar 2016 A

Lost Poem

Mar 2016 A

SJ Sullivan

Lost Poem

Hints of maple kiss each of
your highlander grog fingertips.
The smell of her shampoo
pierces & permeates throughout
your living room, lingering still
to this day, on your pillow.

You told her you'd make a perfume
that smells like the car heater on
long drives home for Christmas.

Aromas of her laundry detergent
still live in your spine
like LSD.
When you turn your neck a
certain way you fall back
into trances of her & 1997.

Vick's Vaper Rub, NyQuil
Cough Syrup breath, with
a 104 degree fever. She
sobbed when her last
sea monkey died

You called her cartographer.
Intricate trails of herself connecting
each board of your apartment floor.
Charted long ago when her
candle still burned scents of warmth.
The art of burning,
a front the fire place of
maple logs where you told her
to "Let go."

I wrote this poem in a fourth dimension. Taste something maple while you read it.

#love #loss #coping #scent #maple #grog #highlander

Mar 2016 A

safe

Mar 2016 A

nivek

safe

Safe within the song of creation
first sung at the dawn of time-
we dance and sing our own part
only to be gone out of sight,
to sing a different song-
and to dance the eternal dance.

Mar 2016 A

..hurtful sayin'...

Mar 2016 A

Irfan bin Yusuf Qadri

..hurtful sayin'...

people do say alot of hurtful things
lettin' alone those acts they be playin'
needless like piercin' through every vein
begettin' all tricks while knowin' it stings

light be no more when be gone clarity
blind to what at first exactly has been
fightin' anger, distress or even pain
find nothin' more than discomfortness brings

how do we loose it to insanity
now be Irfan the one that is sayin'
first know humanity is as a whole
hurt one person 'n' ye have slayed them all

alas, i, the sinner knows not a thing
truth be by the One by my eyes Unseen

*
..love always...

عرفان بن يوسف © AH 01/06/1437

'a (pentameter freestyle rhyme scheme) Sonnet'

Mar 2016 A

08.20.15

Mar 2016 A

Euphoria

08.20.15

With ink stained finger tips
I seek the only crimson that drips
Out of passion or of pain
It doesn't matter, this is keeping me sane
Fill the pages with my own sap
Please don't give me that crap
You know no pain
Til you've had your hurricane
So stop acting cool
To me you are nothing but a fool

*end