#nook
Kohl black night
forehead is so full.
Countless myriad
stars eye on every angle.
Who knows how many more
look for one more black nook?
Jan 3, 2022
Jan 3, 2022 at 10:18 PM UTC
the words don’t come easy (Poet’s Nook)
~for the postman who always rings twice~
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nah, they come
too easy,
from me, for you, doesn’t mean
they’re cheap, quite the opposite!
hard earned, been through the
washing machine so often,
they claim recyclable status
ok, so they are worn, edges raggedy,
they don’t care, nor do I, cause you
can’t find me any that never been fired
in the kiln of experience that came before
the crucible of my eyes, that says to them
welcome back! old friends, easy and familiar
stay for a few minutes, before you must get
snatched by some younger person’s heart,
send them along with my thanks and my
fare-thee-well, bon voyage, stop by one more
time, if you pass this way, I’ll be in that place,
Poet’s Nook, in our atmosphere of inspiration
where we have cohabitated, cogitated, and
wept together, co-created, and dreamed of
new combinations of our old souls’ cross currents
8:11am Sep 10 ‘20
In the Nook,
S.I.
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 3:29 PM UTC
Please forgive me,
For being absent for so long
Then coming back with no excuse
Because this time I'm wrong
This time I lose.
For seducing you for my pleasure
While my head was on the ground
I've deprived you from your leisure
To the earth you were bound.
For playing god with your pages
When this is no one's book
And it will be for the ages
Dear poetry, my nook.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
Painting
every
nook
every
hue
of a
water
drop.
Once done all in all
there was still a sea
in the whole!
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
I live in a nook
Just beyond the pine-firs
and the rose-ferns.
Send help.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 9:07 PM UTC
To get lost on a shelf.
A journey, couch potato tourist,
Book upon book, fantastical and fact
An expergefactor for the literary senses.
A sofa that swallows you whole
with an old fashioned friend,
stirring bourbon thoughts and
swirling orange twists
A wall of books,
novels and tomes.
Hemingway nestled next to Palahniuk.
Generational angst and
Alphabetical Chaos!
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 7:12 AM UTC
I WILL NEVER GIVE UP
TRYING TO PROMOTE MY BOOKS
I WILL BE A MILLIONAIRE
BY HOOK OR BY CROOK
ALL THE WORLD NEEDS IS
TO HAVE A GOOD LOOK
MY BOOKS ARE AMAZING
THEY BELONG IN YOUR NOOK
SO BUY MY BOOKS
I CHALLENGE YOU TO LOOK
I WILL BE A MILLIONAIRE
BY HOOK OR BY CROOK
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Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
*What would I give for a nook and a book
to cuddle and snuggle and longingly look
the pages unfolding as I listened to
the babbling song of a fast flowing brook.
Oh, if it had pictures, a faraway place,
mysterious villains, a dark alley chase
I’d pick up the phone I’d call in sick
disappear in the mist, leaving no trace.
What would I do to be captured by words
impressed into service by pirates with swords,
adrift without wind, current silently slow
half crazed crew pacing the sun-baked dried boards.
Perhaps of an evening a stroll on the beach
salt, surf, and moonlight on ebony skin
passion full sated on cooling soft sand
last dream of the shanghaied seagoing men.
What would I give for a storybook nook
I’d offer it all the time that it took
to take me away to wherever it would
leave me enraptured by a murmuring brook.*
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC
In the corner
it is me
in my nook
channeling through
pages of my book.
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 5:52 PM UTC