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Joel Frye May 2015
I must be a star;
not a heavenly body,
just a gaseous one.
Go ahead...pull my finger....
Joel Frye Jun 2015
To live life in intensive clarity
you must prepare yourself a lonely house.
A friend or three, of course. Perhaps a spouse
or three, as well, though even they won't see
how deep the silent spring that feeds your soul.
Intensity, in truth, is rarely loud
or boastful; more like one who's been allowed
perspective broad enough to see the whole.
Many come to visit, few will stay.
Some believe one lesson will suffice
until they understand in full the price,
the cost it takes to find and walk your Way.
For wisdom's earned not doing as you're bid
by those who knew much better than you did.
You can order peace of mind for carry-out.  In fact, it's most strongly advised.
Joel Frye Aug 2015
broadcast words echo
down memory's empty hallways;
footsteps, a door shuts.
Joel Frye Jul 2015
To truly know the fire,
one must taste the ashes.
A response to Helen's "Unrestrained".
Joel Frye Oct 2015
As a youth I chugged
life with open throat; now each
day a precious sip.
Joel Frye Aug 2017
The deepest bruises
stay numb for the longest time;
self-preservation.
Romeo: Courage, man, the hurt cannot be deep.
Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well,
nor so wide as a church door,
but 'tis enough, 'twill serve.
"Romeo and Juliet", act 3, scene 1.
Joel Frye Jul 2015
The deepest bruises
stay numb for the longest time;
self-preservation.
Romeo: Courage, man, the hurt cannot be deep.
Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well,
                  nor so wide as a church door,
                  but 'tis enough, 'twill serve.
"Romeo and Juliet", act 3, scene 1.
Joel Frye Nov 2015
the simple knowledge that
you are
will nourish
the stony soul
wherein
my heart
takes tenuous
root
Joel Frye Jul 2015
Read the poems
your favorite poets read;
expand your mind.
Go to your favorite poets' home pages, look just below and to the right of their banner, and click on "Favorites".  I promise you, it's worth the journey.
Joel Frye Sep 2015
Naked, moaning softly, bathed in sweat,
jaw agape and panting. Such a sight;
a perfect beauty I'll not soon forget.

Charming evening's prelude to a night
where passion grinds your voice to feral growl,
jaw agape and panting.  Such a sight.

The gentle purring now belies the howl
from shattering release that takes you whole
where passion grinds your voice to feral growl.

Your strong yet silken legs enfold my soul,
as you recover life from petite mort,
from shattering release that takes you whole.

No need to contemplate what's still in store,
I'll hold this waking dream until we sleep
as you recover life from petite mort.

Tomorrow's work and worries all will keep,
I'll hold this waking dream until I sleep.
Naked, moaning softly, bathed in sweat,
a perfect beauty I'll not soon forget.
Reprint from my old version, with thanks to Stephanie for the correction.
Joel Frye Jul 2020
Naked, moaning softly, bathed in sweat,
jaw agape and panting. Such a sight;
a perfect beauty I'll not soon forget.

Charming evening's prelude to a night
where passion grinds your voice to feral growl,
jaw agape and panting.  Such a sight.

The gentle purring now belies the howl
from shattering release that takes you whole
where passion grinds your voice to feral growl.

Your strong yet silken legs enfold my soul,
as you recover life from petite mort,
from shattering release that takes you whole.

No need to contemplate what's still in store,
I'll hold this waking dream until we sleep
as you recover life from petite mort.

Tomorrow's work and worries all will keep,
I'll hold this waking dream until I sleep.
Naked, moaning softly, bathed in sweat,
a perfect beauty I'll not soon forget.
a terzanelle pour votre plaisir.
Joel Frye Jul 2015
To truly know the fire,
one must taste the ashes.

To truly feel the burn
one must know the flame

To truly burn with fire
casts off the brightest light.

and in the ashes lay
the taste of another day
This was a "call and response" dash-off on one of Helen's poems, "Unrestrained".  Check out the comment section; you can see how it came together.
Joel Frye Jul 2015
the pack of demons
who run with me must know that
i'm the alpha male
"...i don't wanna do your ***** work...no more...."
Joel Frye May 2015
Even twenty years ago
I wouldn't have
stood a chance.
No one is ever too old in their mind.
why
Joel Frye Sep 2015
why
Some days there are no
needs that matter; other days,
I need a reason.
Joel Frye May 2015
Thinking your feelings?
Try tasting with your earlobe...
wrong ***** is used.

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