"memores" poems
Alabaster Archipelagos
Benevolent Beauty Beaming
Constructive Contradictive Creative Contemplations
Dante's Darling Dances Deliberating Denominatives
Effervescent Escapisms Endearingly Emerge Elusive Edens
Fantastic Flamboyant ******** Flamed Fabulous Fiery Flickerings
Gorgeous Garden Gim'memores Gaudied Garnishing Gasps
Heavenly Hues Humming Heart's Harmonies
Immortaly Impregnated Inspired Ideals
Jessamin Jargon Jacuzzi Jams
Know-how Knacking Knurls
Light-spirited Lovers
Merge Magnificent
Naked Nocturno Nights
Omnipresent Ousia Over Odeons
Palpitations Perfect Peaks Pi Paws
Quintessential Quality Quarrels Question Quarks Quietness
Rododendron's Richameters Rescued Raw Reeling Ruby Realms
Sentient Syllabic Sapfo's Splendidly Spirited Semantics
Turning Turner's Timeless Timeless Twinklings
Unified Undulatory Unsolved Unicorns
Velvety Venice Voyages
Wanton Wantings
Xsylophone Xsantiphas
Yearnin' Yuki's Yen
Zed's Zealous Zen-it-hall Zeppelins
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
Lazer ***********
Got me spilling my blood
Onto the messiah.
Lazer ***********
Got me lick sphere on
The ghetto miscarriage.
When the well of your libido
Becomes the price you live for
There is no turning back
You have reached your exit.
Lazer ***********
Got me dying in the underground
dressed as the leather
God.
Lazer ***********
I owe nothing to Jesus Christ
So I will ********** until my own
Crucifixion
When your life and your memores
Are bartered for one minute of heat
And you keep wondering how they heard about it
In the church
On the street
When the 'roaches speed in the ****** of your soul
You are thrown down and wasted
In torment.
Lazer ***********
Selling faster than equinox
Justice melts in pig money
From Bermuda
And if art must wear
The recline against life
Then it is truly wondrous.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
my fingers are scarred with the snap
of war's bitter teeth; they have
sunken in and dragged, sunken in
and dragged me out until i have
touched my heart's heels to every
battlefield-- made me a canopy to
encompass every blood-embezzled
decade. i have made myself a
hideous phantasm of Vietnam,
a tattered, frayed mountain-scape of
blue-belled America, a depthless
sea in which my brothers boiled.
i still hear bombs when i walk
sometimes, in the dripping black
of the nighttime sky i see the way the
mortars ripple and burn. but i have
never found another stretched-thin
soldier, with artillery rounds cradled
in their chests like i. i have been stumbling
and crying across the earth's crust,
screaming,
DRAFT ME
FIND ME
DRAFT ME--
finally the draft plucked me up and
brought me to you.
in you i have found the brother i lost
at sea, the lover boy of 19th century,
and the one i held close to my chest in
Vietnam. let me touch my hand to
yours and remember; i know i
will feel all our old words course through me,
all our ****** teeth and
crying eyes and
all the times we touched
brought back to
this moment.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
evri dai weni *** hom i say ello too mi famulee
dey sai hii bak
i an prowd perent
if i hav mi 909t cild i well be appie
wen i goo to slep i drem of mi famelie
wre arr habingg a jood tiem
eeting luch in de prak
ssomany appy memores
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
Have I changed for all to see that change was really best for me
younger wiser yet troubled soul that was so awful in days of old
time reflects the things we miss yet opens up our heart of memories
Time moves on as we fade away for someone new to take our place
so what do we become in years.. a faded memory a lost few tears
a tombstone path that all do follow .. ecthed in love from loved ones sorrow
Memores lost yet marks so made upon this planets earth for without our lives thered be no more me and you or memores ...
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 2:50 AM UTC
we r sad bechos wer not nic to otres
dadon tyhje hatertds
sxonetimews we det boolied bi odrse
@lostboy is a beast
good day to youu ser we no happee anymoor
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 9:01 AM UTC
The old monk was dying
one of the original ones
from France
back in 1907
and I washed
and made him comfortable,
sunlight through high windows
warmth on flagstones
in the church
monks walking in slow
heads down
mindful of God,
memores Dei
I sat in the silent church
at midday
before the office of Sext
stomach rumbling
musing on Iesus Christus
in the desert hungering,
nel famelica del deserto
that time in Tangiers
avoiding Western food
ate their stuff
wholesome while others
who ate Western crap
puked,
Hugh stern faced
walked the cloisters
taking in the way
the sole tree in the garth
swayed in the wind,
déplacé dans le vent
I mused on that time
walking through
a snow storm
my body swayed by the wind
back in 1965,
she opened her legs to me
and said
make me whole
my husband
can't or won't
so I did,
così ** fatto
or so thought
seeking truth
and Gareth said
Σωκράτης είναι φίλος
μου αλλά ο καλύτερος
φίλος μου είναι η αλήθεια
quoting Plato
truth is my best friend
even if Socrates is a friend
Plato said
Gareth explained,
George felt the chill
of the cloisters especiality
in the evenings
waiting for Vespers
his hands blue
he moving them
into fists
and undoing so,
I watched the moon
move across
the dark sky
and its glow.
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 7:18 AM UTC
can you tell me now if i lied about the messes i make
of lives and homes and whole worlds trapped in hearts.
i don't know what i am now
the things i do are stitched upon my soul.
i can pull them out.
but the scars remain until the blood pools up
and fills them up again.
i was dying and you gave and you gave. i don't want to remember.
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC