"monocles" poems
Throwing smoke at scarlet monocles,
roots grow from the inhospitable grounds,
temperature flush, heart beat quicken,
rep tulips,
burnt rose petals,
hunted by time,
mischief drought,
we choke.
we drown.
Callused is history, in a rock on a thought.
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 12:10 AM UTC
We can run together in a reality of our own,
Built upon the notion that such one can exist,
Chasing white rabbits with golden pocket chained watches,
We can see were the wild things are
And ask all the questions we’ve hidden sheepishly under our beds.
We can open closet doors and discover new adventures,
Greeted by a lamppost which we can light by hand,
Matches burning to reflect what we see,
As we peer in awe into the looking glass.
We exist together, forever and always,
Finding out who’s on top of that small speck of dust,
Confronting him with a “Why hello there young mister!”
And then bid him a polite adieu.
Tip our top hats to mystery men in monocles,
Slow dance in the rain as if not a drop will strike us,
As devious cats watch gleefully with sly smiles,
We turn gracefully in time to the cadence of the storm.
This place is one we can escape to,
The ladder into the land of many,
Somewhere we can call our own,
And exist as if this can mean to be,
Where men hide behind their mustaches
And children gallivant in their sand castle worlds,
But we can simply stay here, my dear,
Among what can be perceived as basic and unforgiving,
But that’s the way the cards are dealt to us,
And we make do.
Here we can exist as we are meant to be.
Oct 27, 2011
Oct 27, 2011 at 10:19 AM UTC
Je danse au milieu des miracles
Mille soleils peints sur le sol
Mille amis Mille yeux ou monocles
M'illuminent de leurs regards
Pleurs du pétrole sur la route
Sang perdu depuis les hangars
Je saute ainsi d'un jour à l'autre
Rond polychrome et plus joli
Qu'un paillasson de tir ou l'âtre
Quand la flamme est couleur du vent
Vie ô paisible automobile
Et le joyeux péril de courir au devant
Je brûlerai du feu des phares.
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I’ve always been
Of the mindset
Anything That
becomes prevalent
becomes diminished.
I’ve earmark my stamina
For allocating love and
Remolding the monocles
Of a culture that glorify itself
On being barbarian and unstained
I want to be that rare healing
Salve that when I write
The hearts and minds
Of others are soothed and healed
I’ve noticed, it’s increasingly
difficult to stride through life
Without enduring battle wounds
From disappointment , failure
Crisis , judgment and brokenness .
I rebuff to be a prevalent setting
Rather a squishy and mending spot
That sits with the broken , sees them
Mend and help them rise through
My expression of love.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 5:18 PM UTC
*vegetative spaces
give comfort and shelter
under canopies of love
we exist for each other
fellow humans
givers of luminous beauty
old fashioned swings are calling you
duty is discovered in veritable confinement
all our solitude is hurried
and hoarded by hired soldiers
who store their food in cupboards
can you buy a second chance
in the world of men
many are left wandering
while their mother loves them
and holds their hands
until the day they rise again
sever your heads from lust, greed and revenge
for envious lives are perverted
open the sky to see through the dryness
inside of you are two eyes
who forgot that their mind’s origin
lies beyond the five senses
straight and narrow
through the eye of the needle
relativity curves like a balloon
thought is escalating and elastic
accelerating into diamond vortexes
drastic measures are called for
go under cover and threaten to email
the relatives of police chiefs and officers
to tell them the twin towers
have only just fallen down
while you stroll country lanes
in respectful amusement
to the noticeable lack of resistance
the attitudes of confusion
impenetrable by the eye
are highly persistent
what if the irony is simply
that the iris is forever
isolated from itself*
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 3:03 PM UTC