"touchers" poems
She promises she wont fall
because the fear is to strong to let down such walls
she touchers her mind with thing that could
but in reality understand that impulse will be misunderstood
for she stabs and she fights because she know that she should
the wounds will heal to scars but the memories are as strong as wood
cold used to pierce her skin in the night
but she's grown numb to the world
for now she is a prisoner and must fight.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC
Slivers of unintended new experiences
Stuck painlessly into our feet
Moving along the same splintered wooden dock
We both have trodded before
Too safely to have carried any scar tissue
But now our earth touchers resemble
Porcupines that when touched
Refuse to release our quills
But offer a story or two to remember we've been here before instead
Of losing the memories we've gained.
And when we finally pick the wood out
it fashions into a fence gate that opens up to
New stories new experiences
New feelings new apprehensions
Just new
New looks on a new face wrapped in gift wrap
So I have to make it Christmas to open them up
without buying anything but just by giving the gift of presence as presents.
And anything more is another present under the tree
It's nice to know that sometimes when you plant trust
It grows into honesty
Honestly it's refreshing
It's a test of moral strength and how far you can carry the torch.
In the Olympic sport of courting
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 12:44 AM UTC
Together as we lay down where time begins
Where time has gone a limb sprouts from a pear
Our kisses taught us all the outs and ins
Coming and going always found us there
To hold back is to touch as touchers know
Where time renews a trunk sprouts from a limb
Such growing backwards taught our bodies so
To lose a him in her and her in him
Time gathers to a pause where trunk strikes ground
There is a double speed in going slow
We stopped to find our coming turned around
A pear was what we were where we would go
The seed is in the ground all come to kiss
Where time stops we lie down no end to this
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 6:22 PM UTC
The darkness spread fast..
The fading glow made me sad a little..
But from the darkness I heard new sounds and tones..
Sounds of something that was hidden in the light..
The more darkness there was the clearer the sounds became..
They reminded me of whale songs back at home..
We were all walking toward the light mountains..
The light storm had passed. We continiued our dark journey through the light forest toward these majestic and beautiful light mountains. There were many mountains the ranged in the same size all except for one. It stood higher than my eyes could see. I dare say it stuck out of the planet. At times it looked like a pillar of light.. We were a group of dark walkers, shadow touchers, dusk bringers, I tried to come up with a cool name to call our group as my mind wonders about in my head. We then come upon a pond of light water. It shined with green light rather than blue like the river.. I then heard the voice speak to me.. " They keep her here, we cannot enter these waters, but you can.. Go and free her please." Without hesitation I stepped into the green light water. The water is deep as I am completly submerged. But to my suprise I do not see light. I see complete darkness. For the moment I begin to panic. But then I see a small speak of light at the center of all the darkness. It begins to grow and spin about itself. I then realize that it was a heartbeat. What I was seeing was a beating heart in the darkness. I cannot begin to tell you how beautiful it was. It grew brighter and brighter with my presence. Then a body started to take shape around it. Only in darkness could I have seen this...
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC
Tension électrique
de regards fuyants
Touchers mécaniques
de doigts hésitants
Ce poème a une odeur froide
du vide entre deux corps
à jamais indécis
Dec 6, 2021
Dec 6, 2021 at 5:28 PM UTC
Right on "top of things"
I see!
---
We are so inconceivably LONELY!
i cannot understand these things!
There are so many corners
So many soap boxes
So many needy searching for you!
-----
So much to be
So much to do!!
:/.//./:
Painting tiny pictures of each-other walking the mystic nights thru
the rain
With the power of our own DESIRE
And righteousness released
---
We are here
We touch each other
We are the stars
We touch the stars
We touch each other
We are the stars
The lovers and the loved
The touchers and the stars!
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
Frienemies with benefits
I suppose that's what we are,
It's really not that bizarre.
Kissers, and snugglers and touchers,
not lovers.
We might only go so far.
But if one or no soul asks me,
I am grateful for you,
And I.
How we're something new.
We're
Sometimes just two in a room.
Sometimes something good ensues.
I'm grateful.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
L'épaisse fumée qui m'enveloppe
Mes sens en feu, j'aurais aimé perdre mon âme
dans tes touchers divins
J'ai perdu la raison
Dec 6, 2021
Dec 6, 2021 at 5:32 PM UTC
[war footing]
a parrot
sawed in half
by peace
or quiet
~
[ballerina]
dog whistle, nothing’s church-bell:
my mother, handcuffed
still worships
wasp
~
[mothers, acoustic]
we are maybe
inside
an Ohio
factory
childless and ready
for a refresher
on orphan
etiquette-
word is
there came
a cow
from the nothingness
that drank
nowhere’s
father
and sleep
is death’s
babysitter
~
[darker farms]
food
saved
from a house
fire
–
the cult following of nostalgic paranoids
–
a star, this deer
as it prays
for moth
~
[annihilatives]
the first murdered woman was not killed by her sister.
stop me
if you’ve not
heard
~
~
also, {name calling} is my newest self-published poetry collection
it is available on Lulu
book preview on site is book entire
free PDF is available. also, free hardy copy available for review. both upon request.
poems, from it, are below:
~
~
[entries for listen]
mirror
to window
we’re moving
away
~
[entries for fixation]
the name of this scar
is
they couldn’t hide
the canoe
mom says there’s an oven
at the bottom of every lake
that I was born asleep
surrounded
by toe touchers
is art
world-building
for the geeks
of grief
have you crucified
starfish
~
[entries for children]
remember, it is dark and memory is god painting with the blood of those he would create
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC