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 Aug 2015 Orion Schwalm
SE Reimer
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where clear blue sky meets water's deep
his sunbeams reach her waves to tease,
to warm her currents, foaming spray;
dawn to dusk when daylight fades,
till only afterglow remains,
an interlude of celestial stage.

he speaks to her on written sky
and in the mournful sea-bird's cry,
wraps sultry ribbons in her tresses,
his fingers linger in caresses,
and in soothing choreography
he gently stirs her ocean's breeze.

he sends her gifts of palm and dates,
wrapped on waves in salty sprays;
watches her with much delight,
he sings to her each eventide,
love songs with the calling gull,
and rocks her tween the gusts and lulls.

wedded at horizon’s edge,
devotion to her he has pledged,
to have forever and to hold,
his comfort to her storm-tossed soul;
his tender kiss on tear-stained cheek,
where clear blue sky meets water's deep.

~

post script.

when one gazes
into the vastness
of sea and sky,
of what is from
height to depth
an endless blue,
one cannot but think
of eternal devotion,
of the relationship
between two who have
pledged their forever troth!


as i wonder from what recesses
this one came, i remember…
our 36th wedding anniversary
is fast approaching...
i’ve been thinking of what to gift her
that will make her cry anew.


**thank you to Hello Poetry for
the tremendous honor bestowed
with their designation of this poem as the daily
and to all who have expressed their heartfelt
love and appreciation... your message
came through loud and clear...
there can be no denying it,
i am an incredibly blessed man
because of each of you!  
thank you, truly,
from the bottom of my heart!
 Aug 2015 Orion Schwalm
glassea
she may hurt, but she is not pain.
she may fail, but she is not a failure.
she may be tragic, but she is not tragedy.

*she may feel worthless,
but this, too, will pass.
so it's always worth reminding people (i.e. myself) that just because you feel something in the moment doesn't mean that it's permanent. an emotion is an instant, no matter how long the ache lasts, and an instant cannot define you.

(thanks for the daily!)
 Jul 2015 Orion Schwalm
mk
you'll find me
in a pile of rags
all alone
in some dark alleyway
stale cigarette
hanging from my mouth
broken bottle in my hand
faded picture in my back pocket
cuts down the length of my arms
bullet through my brain
& a broken heart
hidden under
my torn tshirt
// we all know how its gonna end //
 Jul 2015 Orion Schwalm
mk
**** boy you took on way more than you can handle you thought you could tame this wild *** driven fear driven impulsive girl you thought you could tame her unruly curls and her firey green eyes which shine in the dark night illuminated with lust and desire you thought you could make her into one of your gucchi girls with manicured toes HAH those are the kind of girls she sets to fire and watches them burn while she laughs and howls under the moonlight you thought you could teach her manners and poise when all she wants is your money and your body shes a free soul, brother, she's a wild child grown up with no one to hold her down she runs free she has no chains she has no loyalties she has no reason or purpose all she knows is that she's going nowhere and she's in such a hurry to get there you'll never be able to keep up she's barefoot while you're still shining your dress shoes
tell me when you were 17 did you ever look twice at the ***** girls passed out in the alleys? tell me did you ever help them up or ask them their name? tell me did you ever give a **** or did you turn your face away from them and tell your little brother to shield his eyes from the filth of society?
now that shes older and maybe a little cleaner doesn't mean you have the right to tame her or tie her down, boy, you can't handle a girl like her, boy, *you can't have me
// let's count our sins tonight //
 Jul 2015 Orion Schwalm
mk
too many poems
too many poets
describing the
same **** feelings
and yet
throughout the centuries
none of us
have ever found
the right words
// spent my whole life tryna put it into words //

thank you so much for the daily ♡
You are the sweetest of my torments.
You're the tangible torture of citrus
The bite followed by the ****
Fresh and unbearable in the same instance

You're the lemon zest scent;
Sultry, as I quarter fruit
In my hot summer kitchen.
You're the juice in the cut
As the knife knicks my thumb;
The sweetness meeting the wild coppery tang
of blood in my mouth.

You're in the twist in my chest
That exists somewhere between my heart and my stomach
Both organs being wrenched apart...
When I see your picture
And remember that we haven't spoken in months.
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