"conjoins" poems
Goats eat and **** the grass of ramparts,
stupefied cannons sit, garrisoned sentries
primed for nights of buccaneers,
seared by centuries of sun. Down shadowed
cobblestoned ramps, fortified shutters
covet rifle forend and barrel,
wresting rumored slave rebellions
from the locker of history,
while languid waves whisper indifferently
a roll call of human cargo,
chattel displaced, cast to the sea.
Here history sways to sounds
of brown skinned children
at play in breakers,
laughing, shrieking, thrashing,
buoyed by time to this vaulted brick
reverberating chamber,
here a window’s light is cast
beckoning vision past the beach,
to seek the horizon Icarus like,
to fly towards beauty in terror where
an azure sky conjoins a turquoise bay.
Copyright © 2003 Gary Brocks
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 5:14 AM UTC
She's this insatiable urge
gaining on me,
like a herd of horses
galloping in the treachery of the wild,
their muscles brushed to a shine
rippling down their calves
to embrace the ground
beneath their ironed hooves
shaking it up, tormenting its calm,
whipping up tremors
that know no chains and travel far.
When she's around
dust and sweat break free
with muscles aching in symphony
the heart is all worked up
like a boiler room in heat
pummeling all of its adrenaline
in one fleeting indulgence
which the universe with all its hatcheries
is itching to contain
before the raging tides in
and floods my world.
She's the elusive horizon
used to passionate chases
and the sly azure lunging at it
for one sweet glimpse of the cleavage where it conjoins with the earth
looking for Elysium that never is.
Ah! But that is what it is
for the tamed to think of love
is an impossibility
for it grows in the wild
separated by a hundred chasms
and a million mazes
waiting for a fool to cross over.
When she isn't around
the rumpled sheets tell our story
for it has seen the storms
that raged in the cavernous nights
and filled up balmy noons
with the savagery of love
still crackling like embers of fire
which have seen better days,
and, light up still, with a death wish
to tell of our smouldering lives
that thrived in spasms of our last breath.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
The city tosses, turns, and finally rises,
Surrendering to daylight and giving itself over
to the bustling movements of its citizens.
At the crosswalk, an old codger in rags holds a panhandling sign,
And nearby a bearded hippy plays guitar.
The sound of beggars, musicians, bored businessmen,
And all the teaming masses drift through back alleys,
And float through the air like the heady perfume of car exhaust.
Each street, each block, each break in the never-ending flow of man’s own personal jungle.
Brings to mind stepping into a whole other world.
Here, in one such strange nexus, a building likened to a castle,
Stares across a narrow stretch of road at an abandoned building,
Cracked broken and peeling, tattooed with graffiti from a hundred vagabond artists.
It conjoins directly to a new building,
the fresh, well maintained walls of which offer striking contrast.
The confused, confounding nature of the true jungle is in this manmade facsimile
More well reflected than anywhere else in the world.
The muggy air rings with life, the heat is stifling,
And for all that it has a strong allure.
This city, and all cities.
For in every corner, at every street, life bleeds from a city.
It grows from the crack like a flowering ****
And in truth,
Is a flower born in the streets of a city, atop the stem of a dandelion
Any less a flower than a rose from the heart in the woodland?
To me, that a flower could be so brazen, so proudly out of place,
Makes it all the more a thing of beauty.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
It had been snowing all night
light slight white
almost invisible flakes
falling on the garden below
While you slept I lay awake
between startling dreams
adventures (with my children)
amongst pinnacled peaks
Should sleep in an unfamiliar room
so effect the unconscious mind?
Here you became a young adult
‘I lost my virginity’ (you said)
‘and it was messy’
I didn’t want to know this
but told you how it was
for me a beach at night
in Devon Tarka country
And so a tracery
emerges from the past
It emanates it draws together
intersects conjoins segments
a tessellation map-rich
by and through and which
(bathed in the snow-light
of an uncurtained morning)
together we move now too and fro
in this still-experimental passion
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 12:53 PM UTC
Grasping onto my bed sheets like the moon's gravitational pull met its demise through the force of our love for each other. Your eyes are shut but mine are open, admiring your luscious body as it conjoins to mine. Hearing the songs you sing as I put-forth the utmost efforts to please you while playing my instrument in harmony with your voice, I'm reminded of a blessing that this moment symbolizes. As we reach the ****** of our enchanting nightly journey, I open my arms to you as you sink into me like warm butter sinks into toasted bread. We gaze into each other's eyes while the universe unfolds around us, without a care in the world I utter the three words every woman wants to hear, but most importantly, every woman deserves to hear after providing such a joy for a man that she has provided for me this evening... I love you.
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC
Shadows
Inky, somber
Shrouding, murking, glooming
My soul conjoins with the umbra
Darkness
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
Here I sit my hands, on top of colorless perfection,
Black overlapping white in sweet embrace.
My fingers brush the cold, the joyful keys of cool percection,
And I’m transported to a heightened place.
As music fills my ears and soul, my colorless friend hears me,
She reacts gently to each playful pluck.
Her body shudders slightly as my hands begin to lead me,
Her voice is soft, I hear my deepened luck.
I listen in this throne as all the colors drain to darkness,
And fair white light seeps through to quicken breaths.
But my subtle hands still find her body, reaching through the darkness,
My sprinting heartbeat, running fast from death.
Her voice grows louder, fuller, as my arms float left and right,
Her ivory keys sing truths of love and fear.
I listen as my voice conjoins with hers, the pure and righteous,
We sing and play in unison through tears.
Then friend and lover, secretly, through open-minded cunning,
Erupts in pleasure, graceful and with life.
Then silence follows, beautifully, and tinged with lifeless cunning,
I drink it in, with gray lines in my eyes.
My love, my life, lays careful as her body, soft, returns.
My fingers- back to stroke her playful keys.
She gratefully accepts my hands, I know her heart returns.
I feel her smiling joyfully at me.
And music coarses through my veins, and coarses through her body,
Our love affair concealed by our desires.
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 3:43 PM UTC
What lies beyond our consciousness
is energy unfathomable.
Eluding our senses
with vibrant colors,
rich aromas,
and delicate membranes;
within them
lies something more.
Eccentric,
Understanding,
Sentient,
Aware,
Connected beings.
Personas that reciprocate
to love
with growth and joy,
and reacts
to destruction
with decay and sorrow.
Understanding the cosmic relations
bound to its life;
Feelings exude from within,
as they contain the energies of emotion,
responsive to death and intent.
Holding a capacity for memory
and creates attachment;
beings of such,
require love.
An acute awareness inheres within,
to be utterly conscious of surroundings.
An awareness so complete,
so attuned,
so incomparable.
A connection to Man unsurpassed,
how they delight in the happiness
of Man,
blooming evermore
calling on infinite bliss.
Beautiful creatures immobile,
yet crucial to Human existence.
Giving sweet air
and succulent food,
tending to health
while supplying peace and tranquility.
My heart conjoins with their love,
for life is wondrous in every aspect:
Mankind,
Animals,
Insects,
and
Plants.
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 5:57 PM UTC
I may not be able to
Shape you into a poem today,
Though you've been calling out to me
From quite some time now,
Know that I'm keeping you safe
Inside my heart,
Where all my emotions rest,
Where all my peace and turmoil conjoins
and fills up my being, makes me real,
I'm going to keep you there,
Dear idea, bask in my happiness,
Feel my pain, the knots of my confusions,
The force of my convictions,
The pangs of my regrets,
And wait for me,
For, when the time is right,
I'll reveal you to the world,
In all your wisdom and beauty,
Wait for me, my love.
Until I'm able to put you into words,
Feel at home inside my soul.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
You remind me of a trumpet;
Loud, obnoxious, the problem to my experiment
Even George Washington wouldn't fight wars with you
Your roles make me go mad
Like a triangle's constant ringing in my head
"Get out of my hair!" shrills Donald Trump
As the war drums beacons in the distance
My observation seems nasty,
But its true.
This directrix that we are going though? It ain't working out.
Not even Harriet Tubman can guide my way out of your sight.
Our relationship is like a missing glucose in our photosynthesis;
You're killing the plant inside of us.
Can't you see our rose is dying?
It's falling into the devil's hands.
He manipulates and conjoins our relationship, not giving a care in the world.
I had a dream, just like Martin Luther King
But my dream is different.
You see, my dream is full of hope
Hopes for me to help you
Help you get out of this predicament
This natural selection is killing me
But instead, you pushed me away
You subtracted me out of your life
Its painful, it tears me apart
Even though I can lose track of my focus point and become an annoyance,
I would give up everything just to fix you
Your biodiversity is completely disarray
The cells in your body have lost its purpose
I'm cold and distant, but I can't stand seeing you like this
Please don't leave me so empty handed
My heart used to beat like a bongo when you were around
Now it's just the pitter patter of the cold, sad rain
Every time I hear your guitar, it no longer fills me with joy.
All I feel is disgust and sadness
I might ignore you and act rude, but secretly, this is all just a ruse.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC