"bibliophiles" poems
I remember a certain cold
Cold like a scalpel
I remember your face
Illuminated by a Ferris wheel
The aquiline nose and glint in the eyes
Asymmetrical ivory in the mouth
We were bibliophiles
Expounding upon the potency of the written word
Enthralled by each other's soliloquies.
I remember
The moisture, texture, warmth of your lips
Comforting, numbing, exhilarating
The ****** effect of your flesh
Delirium in my bloodstream
The hushed tenor of your voice
Temperate breath tickling the whorls of my ear
Known to me only in a dream.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 3:30 PM UTC
i have an ongoing
love affair
with words
that roll around your
mouth
luscious, langourous
lilliputitian letters
sensual syllables
slick- sliding off
the tongue
ecstatic explosions,
erupting, erogenously
exciting, eager exclaimations,
of enraptured exualtations
organic, original orientations
of teeth and tongue
producing oodles,
of apogeic anomolies
my affair
accomplishes much
for little
it is you see
just a not so secret love
of letter, line, jot and tittle.
a casting eye upon a word
and i am set rushing
down a path
reserved for those
with terms, descriptive,
and names.
that in themselves,
decry
wordlove.
lexicographers and bibliophiles
phoneologists, linguists, polygots,
jonguluers, wordsmiths scribes
poets.
all possess this
heartstringed
tangled knot,
spiderwebbed
feeling,
for words.
which, we then,
endevour to spin,
into inkstained beauty,
to ensare
ourselves ...and others.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
Ode to David Cameron.
This day upon a gibbet stage;
there will Thoth be hung,
alas no more to turn a page
o' Einstein Freud; or Jung.
to dance the jig 'pon corbled rig
to swing there; decomposing,
where bibliophiles and sacred files
lament the libraries; you are a closing.
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 9:41 AM UTC
Tripping with funeral stars
Random friends in random bars
Prowling bibliophiles
Nature of caskets in the wild
Can you feel the shaman’s rage?
Advice from the poor man’s sage
The summer sun and the winter moon
The eclipsing gloom of noon
This strange life of indifference
Echoing athwart the earth
Wading thru the sun
Waiting to come undone
Wading thru the sun
Waiting for you to come
Wading, Waiting
For our funeral stars
Our random friends
In our random bars
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 5:30 PM UTC
The basement compound is full of stacks.
Six thousand plus books in alpha order.
Welcome, bibliophiles and novice poets.
The lighting is courtesy of a three-bulb tree.
A balanced diet of tomes, sonnets &
Limericks, prose poems in tongues.
A cheval glass mirror sees Wendell Berry.
The room under the stairs has anthologies.
Each volume is part of a collective whole.
Vendler on Dickinson & New York Haiku.
This one-time coal-bin has a dehumidifier
To keep it alive & free of mold.
The poets are unaware of the visits of
A baby raccoon who almost ate Auden.
They are sleeping soundly, immune to
Dog-eared magazines in the reject corner.
Lorca himself rests just above the sump
Pump & Yeats across from the water heater.
The furnace keeps Frost warm in winter
& The Lady of the Lake dry.
Come & check out the underground home
Of Thomas’ and Plath’s villanelles.
No photo ID card needed here, just a
Healthy, insatiable appetite for metaphor.
There is one requirement: patrons must
Leave cell phones at the top of the stairs.
& they must have a love-affair with the real
Thing, a desire to touch a book.
Yes, all six thousand plus volumes are, or
Were, in print – made of paper and glue.
© Lewis Bosworth, 4-2017
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC
Bibliophiles have there libraries
***** feeders have there dens
Vincent had his paint brushes
while authors feed their pens
Churches have there story tellers
To them it's about good and bad
Asylums holding straight jackets
For people who are totally mad
The armies train people to ****
politicians yearn to become a Lord
Tower of London has it guards
My chess set has lost its board.
Doctor Jekyll needed mr Hyde
While ice bergs feel the cold
My poor old grandad needed a wig
Cause he was completly bald
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC