"conjur" poems
***Fed upon your metaphors
like a zombie's lust for blood
howl'd at the moon in your
verbose verbiage's alliteration
piece by piece, like Frankenstein's
monster you conjur'd me whole
sucked out the guts and laid me
flat in ghostly passages twisted cravings
dwelling 'tween light and darkness
assimilated in your inky draft
dancing amuck within your tangled webs
just the other side of nightmare's exposure
drinking in the sea of your heaving tidal steamers
punch drunk in phantasmal's obsession
high voltage flipped me over like an abstract
Dali painting's w***e
I come away ghastly satiated,
macabre though it may seem
thrills and spills in every tempting morsel
of affecting poetry's sinful appetite***
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 9:39 AM UTC
*When deep indigo night
Releases magickal stars from the sky
And tenderly brushes them upon
Your mischievous smiles ~
Herself's stroked by this peculiar
View; then little naughty thoughts start
To conjur an irresistible wish borne inside her
***** "You ~witty man~ deserve one lovely
Kiss on the left cheek." Then another one!
A kiss that's rarely seen ~ a soft one ~
A passionate one! Juicy, yummy charm ~
Resembling a wanton scented humidity
On the beautiful cherry blossoms day ~
On the other one. Right now!
Then at last our lips are lit; as wild
Woods strawberries ~sweet taste~ comes after
They bathe in the warmest sunshine rays.
Waiting to be consumed with
Adoration and gratitude. We are a gift! ~
To one Another. . . I hide bluntly in each
Others Love; and so do you.
We ~lost within our eyes~
Diving to unknown and unrevealed
Dephts, levitating above mysterious
Corners of shadows and light. . .
Only our souls know of.
At last, my love!
We humm, my heart is yours ~
Mesmerized; your heart is wide ~
We kiss, we breathe, oh my!*
To live, to dream a thousand times
And never forget: to live ~to love!
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC
nightwatch
moon shadows
toss
moon tides
turn
what time is it
nightwatch
flip the pillow
tuck it here
tuck it there
nightwatch
creep quietly to the couch
to read until
night sounds conjur
a mystery . . .
images fade
welcome the dream
dogs barks
why do we have dogs
check the nightwatch
daybreak
sigh
what compells the day so quickly
when there has only been a
nightwatch
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 12:54 PM UTC
"Do you see the sky?" I asked
as I waited for a response.
I waited,
and waited
and waited.
I realized that there wouldn't be one,
because the conversationalist
I speak to
(in my head)
has left.
The sun sets to the north of the mountains,
if you're standing in the front yard it's hard to see.
But I see it when I dream,
when I think of happier things,
I wonder why I feel so distant,
I wonder why when I pull my irises back into the socket where they sleep.
"Do you see the sky?" I asked
You responded, finally,
with the most dismal response one could conjur
"that I do."
When all I wanted,
was to share it with you.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 2:00 AM UTC
We're not as much apart as we are broken to the core
The blood upon my hands is somehow covered up in yours
And if I turn to water you will never want to drink
Then let me be forsaken by the thoughts in which I sink
I told you all my secrets both in person and in soul
But I can't be responsible for where you long to go
It's only in the stillness that I conjure up the words
To tell you that I loved you in a way I wasn't sure
I've asked the time to grant us more than we could ever bear
So I would have a chance to make it up to you, I swear
The past cannot be changed and so the future goes astray
but I don't want to tempt you to just walk the other way
For I can bathe in showers that are hotter than you make
But if you fall asleep then I'm the only one awake
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC
That feeling, everyone says is a lie,
could I write it away, how come
you, too, found it this way---
some passing storm to be chased away,
a temporal destruction, playing behemoth
to my thoughts--- but, the blood on the walls
speaks of a painting, a kind portrait, doing
nothing but well, not lying and conniving, but
for some good with me striving.
That face grinned, as I fell, but my heart no difference from love
could tell,
my love wishes us eternal, thinks the chance supernal, and i know
no doom, she could spell.
What will it take for these walls to collapse, the melting turns,
of an imbibed night,
A warm veil , of hazy write, or some harder conjur to hide my soul from plain sight--- I once thought, from love they might, but their frames nothing but lies would invite, now false windows of false horizons fill my heart, and these false images start my plight.
Deceitful suns in my sight, they fell, and i wished on every dying light,
as the world ended, fell to the chagrin of skies
I thought of you, and waited, like i always do,
I threw up one last kite
She's not coming but she might
I watched my hope battle the air like sand,
and truth tattered my joy, and charred my last strands,
I awoke.
I started towards the hallway, but left to the truth of night,
going to place, I passed everywhere we'd been
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
I put on arcade fire and smoke and try to conjur the exact point in time
I became this way.
Right when it all rusted down and snapped and changed everything
inside of me.
I was formed from the salt of an ocean side town.
Rivulets of moon and star caked to the sound of waves,
pallid scape of sands.
It took all I had to not be washed away every night
fantasizing of forgotten wreckage with my soul plummeted deep
never to be recovered
That town stood quavering
listening to the winds change and the insects shift
as if we were all sitting on our last breath of air
From that acquiescence it takes moments like these
to recall how I broke
How I became the sad little girl,
How every granule of salt is still clinging
to the inside of my eyelids,
Asking me to sleep
So I can dream of things out of existence
That make more sense
Than this.
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC
to become a poet all you need is time
conjur up some words and put them in to rhyme
you can make a love poem of or something you have done
maybe one of humor giving people fun
dosent matter what you write it is up to you
to become a poet this is what you do
you can reach the world with the words you wrote
as around the internet your poems begin to float.
making many friends while along the way
you can read there words and what they have to say
poetry as power and can reach the whole world through
they can see the words that are wrote by you.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC