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wordvango Jun 2017
tell me what it is that touches me so deep for now
i have been numb for decades and the faces though smiling are but echoes
call me out for sins and transgressions take my pride i have
enshrouded in my soul insane
make me new dear new god love drug or habit
i hide in day after night after week leading
to a decade
wash me in some baptismal font
a river blessed by the holy spirits
the dew of lonely virgins sacrifices
along that path wandered by ancestors and peons pagans
saints
to
where we all must go a day someway
wordvango Jul 2017
nature to this
the entire atmosphere
dark backgrounds
composed of silhouetted
stiletto nudes posed
starkly blocking the sun
leaving
long trails in the morning's
rays of the darkest nights
wild  entertaining
as  long shadows slowly ebbing
slowly so stealthily
back into the gray
wordvango Feb 2021
Forever then came like a battle
out of a parade, chaos out a
celebration,  color out a prism
All banded,  separate,  but one,
None more colorful or known,
a gathering of none,
black as the moonless night, hovering above,  cold seen but invisible as icicles on a caves entrance, utterances
High and low voices forming no words but a guttural instinct and a glow from heaven
Or below?
As sects, theological participants disbanded became part of it all a half soul half soup conglomeration of writhing
Arms legs and hearts unwoven their denominations woke up
To stare at the awakening the unknown.
Who knows what they said.
Or felt or clutched.
As they faded back into the cathedrals of dust.
wordvango Apr 2017
like smooth velvet words
on satin blue skies with white *******
painted with corn cob silks
upon a  backdrop of the
brightest hues of yellow red
the contrast of a mauve overhead
glares
when the sky turns green along
comes  that starry night
of Matisse eyesight and Van Gogh
splashing
down to earth to soil
in awe my mind made all
it possible
the midnight majesty and celestial gazing
just here right now
on plain
mother earth
wordvango Apr 2015
asset reallocating
     is last in first out
the last out tends
        to be left out
accounting and all
   the receipt records keeping
is a hat full
      my head gets weighted down
keeping track of
   so Accounts receivable, are
archived while I burn
    the Accounts Payable.
wordvango Feb 2015
Aidos was the goddess
guide to non-self enlightenment
ultimate submission
striking the pride of demons down
obedient I have become to Aidos wisdom.

I repress the misty view of desires
unworthy flattering
no longer my worth or view
as now I sit legs crossed
on the ground,
submit to
humility.
wordvango Nov 2014
Oh, how I do love you!
   a better spirit I will never know
her name,  her name is desire!
   spending all her day and nights
in my mind, tying my tongue in knots
    numb from toe to finger
when I picture her
    humbles me on a corner selling wooden
pencils, I see when cast her light upon me.
     Oh, how fair can fair be,
how much beauty can the day portray?

     No, none more than her fair eyes
turning once to gaze at me, here,
    a slight upturn to the corner
of her perfect lips. At me!
     If you love away, love me,
once , smile at me again, even from afar ,
desire, desire.
wordvango Sep 2014
I'll take a rain-check on the beef stroganoff
just give me dessert
strawberrys and cream or cheesecake
I, yes, rush to an extreme,
'cause,
there ain't a man
who could ever be patient
when you look that way
like a berry
wordvango Aug 2017
if the world is only material what are these
thoughts I get when *******
and these visions
I see when my eyes roll into the back of my head
and karma is a proven thing
it seems I get happy
as all hell
then
then the next day...
wordvango Aug 2014
Girl, how you feel
                      smiling you seem
glad to see
                                                   me
for real, don't care
where you were yesterday
                          don't need to hear
testimony.

Just wanna see
                          how you smile
just
                         wanna feel
destiny.

Pray together
                        dark and see
see again
                                our harmony.

feel you feel me
                  aside day night dark
sun spoils resent
                         bright
what we
          might.
wordvango Feb 2018
Find everyone's escape
Take their advantage away
In the brush
Stripes camouflage
There Shadow's highlights
Mix and fuse
Confuse the mind's eye
Into the whorl of
Leaves limbs and refuse
Into too much data
Therefore I go
Tripping a light
With gray shadow
With an array of quick
Hand moves
Stealthy crawls
The depth calling
Out wild
Inside me without
An
Enemy
Nor friend or foe
But Destiny
wordvango Jul 2018
I can't see  the forest
For the beaches
Or the sand for the mountains or the valley for the meadow
Or the particulars for
The details.

But, once in a while,
On a fair day
I can smell the breeze
Off the beach
Through the meadow
Flow over the valley
To the forest at the edge

Of the mountains shadow.
Under the fairest blue
straining
To gorge my senses
With
that scented view.
wordvango Sep 2016
when once she thought of  eagles
gathered her will up
feathers and determination
wordvango Dec 2018
Forever Endeavour
wordvango Mar 2015
Two years ago diagnosed with colorectal  reluctance,
that is what the doctor said,
he said,
I had a hemorrhoid the size of my head,
growing on my shoulders.
I scratched my itchy ears,
could not believe what I heard.
I said, I knew that,
I came here for genital warts.
******
wordvango Dec 2021
The love of my life has passed. I am devastated and ripped. My life seems ended.

To my baby, if only I had one more day.

Even just an hour , I could go on.

DiAnne, my soul mate, i need you more than any breath or water.

I shall remember you and keep you close in my heart as I always did.
wordvango Feb 2020
February
  Cold short four weeks
      Slow part of the year
Yet, rent is faster.
Electric meter outside hums louder
It's wheels gaining momentum
And the dial a blur.
And they chose this month to honor your love.
    Valentine's  should be in June.
When the grass is long
Maintenance  needs done
And a old man can make a buck.
Trim a hedge.  Pick up broken bricks
At the newlyweds house being erected.
I'm in love.
The best love I have ever known.
The love I propose is endless.
I want to buy her things and be her gentleman that sends bouquets and boxes of chocolates and rings with sparkling diamonds necklaces and fine linens and silk sheets.
I find myself drunk and forlorn and hopeless.
Until,
In my mind I see her face.
And I melt and feel warm
I say her name,  over and over.
DiAnne, you are my everything.
I love you like no one before.
And I profess
My love forever.
Will you be my Valentine?
wordvango Jun 2016
with that sensuous twist she put the cigarette to her mouth and drew  deeply
not wavering her gaze and *******
into my psyche my memory
stayed there taunting
as I had to take a deep breath and a puff myself of the tobacco
straw and the red headed temptress
aware all the while
the visions thoughts the commercial like raw editorial was
only a fox a hottie
playing with me
I did not give a **** at all
wordvango Jan 2017
in the imaginations of people
I was there
the extraordinaire
the sitting sipping coffee shop watching
the young lovers outside try to separate
so hard in the dusky neon lights
the washateria lonely
an old woman folding laundry at 11 pm
as I sat outside rolling butts into smokable for a minute
fireflys
cleaning the ashtray out
the stalls of the convenience store
not even sitting down
so ***** even I the hobo would not
checking the Mcd's bag for fries
I found walking home at 2 am
the favorite of my memory
is seeing
on my journey
a guy at the grocery store
help an old couple load their groceries up
he didn't see me admire his charity.
wordvango Nov 2014
My birth, when I was dying
came in the brightest sun the darkest night
the heaven of hell
the shell of a ghost
cool comfort
leaves blowing ashes
the day I was
then
remembered
so much shorter
when
death
came
and made me again.
me and my ashes.
wordvango Sep 2017
Semitalla said
Sweet love god of
The sun
Bring me
Call my name
Semitalla

Her ******* heaved
Legs quivered
Her face ached with want
She called again
Blackness shall be
My destiny
If you don't answer

Amoxicillin the God
Heard her calls
Wanted to heal her wounds
He ached that he had not the power
The god ****** doctors
The farmers feeding their chickens
Making them fat rich
With no regards
Everyone with a virus
Had sought his riches,

He sat powerlessly.
Unable to even answer.
As the damsel in distress
Died of Staph
wordvango May 2017
there
I find while
sitting waiting
on it

a peace
tender bit
a slivered fragment
of what I seek

though finding
might be a ******
the search is
also abiding

for if I found
the treasure
the it
I might just die
in ecstasy
wordvango Jan 2016
and in the land of forty paws
found under a neighbor's house
brought in to warm and thaw my heart
created by a dam ***** and her short mongrel lover
that either coaxed her to lie down as we
in fervent ardor do
or perhaps brought a ladder
and every one a blessing a name
for they are as different as they are the same
in their midst is snoopy
and rover, traveller and Missy Jr. ,
fuzzy, droopy , spot and clover.
My favorites so far are Magnolia , and big daddy, but
of course I love them all. I sit and watch with pride as they
eat their first solid food, and hear their yelps and barks, at two in the morning. And watch them play with bellies full all over my welcome mat, with pride.
wordvango May 2017
she wore that dress
to the dance
that black tight one

that's the one I
swept her off her
feet in

she swayed in front
of my shadow
with another

the music so loud
they didn't hear me
yell *******

at the top of my lungs
the lounges
still full

emptied when
I busted a 45
in the roof

she smiled
and kept dancing
alone on the floor

the stupidest woman
and the bravest
I ever saw

so I went out
bowed grabbed her hand
then swat  busted in

the tempest of passion
had drowned me again
'tween her dimples
wordvango Sep 2014
Such a dingy
     dusky night might be because
I seem ripe
     with a belly full of gas
can't help but belch
      and **** continuously
trying to write of love
       and stars.

So, please if you will excuse
         me, cause that was ripe and even
clouds my view, watery eyes i see
         bitterly smelling
anything but sweetness.

wordvango Jun 2015
have we forgot?
   the dust man once was, gentle vaporous,
plains toiling among
    pure silt, turning dirt,
into us?
wordvango Mar 2018
Inter course in the mind almost
As far as I can tell I'm
A man go
Like
There with giving me
A sour candy
Every other thought
Goes there
Or begins in philosophy
And rushes like
Blood to harden
Me twenty minutes later.
The world spins
And the whole universe
Revolves
On the head of
My *****.
wordvango Sep 2020
I take my self-identity
from the ability to
Imagine the immense
Complexity: and my failing
Ability to convey
It
wordvango Jan 2017
the love came acutely depending
on the angle one viewed it from
if veered left if it was helping
the poor
if viewed right tilted obliquely
with a chin up proud
that was considered
gravy on the grits
a determination to not work
and in the stance one took proud with
deference to those hungry waifs and kids
starving the right may be right
in the long run
welfare might
provide a disincentive to work,
to provide,
but in the meantime,
I am going to do my best
to feed those starving young.
wordvango Oct 2014
into fragments or memories pieces
of this
shards of that
Many broke
*******
yellow
yell
black

white
sight
blinded
sighted
in tiny remnants
on the floor.
It is a travesty
or comedy
trying
to puzzle
this interlocking
riddle, or
solve
and paint the whole
picture.

A poem
is quite like,
a life.
wordvango Jul 2014
Red, distant rose
over the sleepy
miles kissed
emotionally proposed
pure endless telling
blossoms reflecting
someday, Christmas
will come and
my present you will tear
with fingertips ripping
my precious promises
open.
wordvango Mar 2015
when in time I go
unwarily
I wish to only
remember
the glint I saw
oh a merry day
looking back at me
from the daydream eyes
tender breast
I dream
upon
as
the
world
spins
dizzy
wordvango May 2020
You may never meet
Your moment
Do the best for now
Sometimes the smallest
News
Is enormous
Become small
Apparently the karma's broken
Cause the earth's
Spin making you dizzy
Sit down
People just make
You more crazy
I get that way
All the time
Take a look at
That tree in the distance
Consider its conundrum
Planted as a seed
Eons ago
It lives and breathes
Goes through the motions
Of sending out leaves
Only to lose them
Come fall
And that tree takes
Wisdom to feel
So tall wise and wicked
To reach for the skies
It could have gave
Up
But it's planted
Like us all
To just be
Do best it can
We can learn
Wonders from
Barks
Limbs
Leaves
Sprigs
Seeds
Roots
Earth's spinning
wordvango Sep 2014
Today, a visit
  to the Doctor,
sit , sit, sit, wait
  for her omniscient
presence to appear.
  When she came
she set me down
  and said "All
the tests came back negative.
Except for one,
   the one for loneliness."

I was prescribed a
  twelve pack of Budweiser
and a ***** movie.
   All is well now.
wordvango Jun 2014
Did you see the dog dig
the bones he hides, he did?
Under the Wisteria shadow mysteriously
he knows....the dog does!
recalls remembers by scents.
wordvango Oct 2016
directing the wind the plates of earth
the lava flowing the animals
I think
of causing the clouds to rain
the sky to thunder
hail to fall
the fawns to all have mothers
the lowest rat baby
to have a ****
the ants to have their bounty
and the bees to make honey
to make the rivers flow love
and I question
the references I have studied
and found no answer
until I saw Dog
is God
spelled backwards
wordvango Feb 2017
I do feel good doing good
makes a tear come to my eye but a
tear of happiness when I say something
nice to the old man brutally scowling
and smile at his Harumph
when I deliver a valentine to
that old woman down the road with the hundred cats
a valentine of a bag of feed for her brood
good I feel when I put another man's shoes on
look through his eyes for a second
walk 100  feet in them
good when I see a mom that really cares
for her children
the smiling health care workers
overcome by heartrending stories and
dead patients
and they keep doing it
the  teachers
who daily come up with clever ways to teach our future
with limited  resources
the garbage man
mundane and stinky task who smiles
as he totes the refuse
from here
the baker the police the
calm helpful  voice
on the help line for my cable company,
almost apologetic for the latest outage,
the workers who after a storm go out and repair our lifelines in bad
weather,
any of you retail clerks , who smile through the increasing workload week after week within shorter hours,
the receptionist
at any office.
It takes patience..
wordvango Mar 2015
as the trees sway shedding all their leaves
a cat hides under the dark shadow of garbage
left for whoever
away goes through the black ditch
the water
carrying the fallen limbs
while
in the background golden
out of focus
glows a blue moon
just above the dark
horizon
wordvango Jan 2021
Snake in my head my brain twists round a flick
Attacking front and back delusioned took in sheep
Fearing wolves teeth accepting
Eyes of a dandelion for
Sharks teeth describing insanity
Amid humanity and toiling still
Maskless rabid tongue savages
Mangling the sabbath
Crosses slung as martyrs in devils disguise a rabbit
Looks up surprise
A crowd of proposed Jesuit boards
Who's knives hidden
In lying tongues
Stab out all the sudden
Taking ***** and Gomorrah
Wrath and horror in God's name
Came dressed as saviors a blithe name and a traitor so slay him make this day done take no prisoners it needs
Done
wordvango Jan 2016
Do not stand at my grave and weep:
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there; I did not die.
This consoling elegy had a very mysterious genesis, as it was written by Mary Elizabeth Frye, a Baltimore housewife who lacked a formal education, having been orphaned at age three. She had never written poetry before. Frye wrote the poem on a ripped-off piece of a brown grocery bag, in a burst of compassion for a Jewish girl who had fled the Holocaust only to receive news that her mother had died in Germany. The girl was weeping inconsolably because she couldn't visit her mother's grave to share her tears of love and bereavement. When the poem was named Britain's most popular poem in a 1996 Bookworm poll, with more than 30,000 call-in votes despite not having been one of the critics' nominations, an unlettered orphan girl had seemingly surpassed all England's many cultured and degreed ivory towerists in the public's estimation. Although the poem's origin was disputed for some time (it had been attributed to Native American and other sources), Frye's authorship was confirmed in 1998 after investigative research by Abigail Van Buren, the newspaper columnist better known as "Dear Abby." The poem has also been called "I Am" due to its rather biblical repetitions of the phrase. Frye never formally published or copyrighted the poem, so we believe it is in the public domain and can be shared, although we recommend that it not be used for commercial purposes, since Frye never tried to profit from it herself.
wordvango Jul 2015
blindly pass me by or take offense calmly
don't be jealous of splendor,
or raise a finger
to be different, just feel,
as I do ...
why I write words...
keen a sense of tomorrows sunrises
envelop a glimpse of yesterday's sunsets.
Feel every ****** ever spent to keep this earth full
I feel yours, I feel the smallest organism spasms,
as they seek life hear
footsteps telling the small snail his time is
limited or the elephant
chase the Genetic protaganist away.
How do I say, how?
I love everything.
wordvango Apr 2016
a drinking duel to George Bush I lost once
a woman to George Clooney
I spent many George Washington's
foolishly

Listened to George Harrison sing about
My Sweet Lord,
and related more to Thorogood
One scotch , bourbon, beer

I wish I was funny
as George Carlin,
or had the clarity
of George Orwell

But my name is not George.
I am not Patton.
Can't sing like Jones.
Or compose , like
Gershwin.

I tried to change my name.
It did not help.
so , don't
call me George.
wordvango Aug 2017
clench the taste
suffocate it
between your teeth

grasp the leg
in both hands
pull it tight

claim this as yours
all the flesh
the ******

grab and fight
clench and perspire
make you see

fight with every tendril
fiber
tentacle

the naked truths
don't just
follow
wordvango Nov 2016
this echo will only confuse
put your fingers in your ears
yell or hum
try to think of baseball games
concentrate on geometric figures
recall sunny days
picnics in the park
rev that hemi engine
neigh like a stallion
turn Led up
smoke a blunt
snort something
position yourself with a concrete wall
between us
think of gramma
whatever it takes
to not hear
or face it
write a poem
a novel
read the dictionary
just close it off
it won't do anything
but make one think
and that is painful
wordvango Dec 2017
I've been silent so far about some **** in my own house.
In Alabama, we got a special election on Dec 12th.
Special it is.
We have the choice between an accused child molester
who has been removed twice from previous offices like Supreme Court Justice for refusing to uphold a legal declaration from a superior court.  Tend we do here I see a trend to not fall for anyone telling us what to do.
Might have something to do with losing some war a while ago.
I am not sure.
Moore is a professed evangelical who wears a cowboy hat
slings a gun around at fundraisers. Shoot them ***** ***** Dem'crats!  He shouts!
Our only choice here in the drother is some droll dude who never did speak up for Alabama and Genral Lee or the white hood?
How could this be?
God suffer a dem'crat get 'lected!!!  ****** man.
We alls got princepals and I cant stand fer no ones to tell me how to vote, which thingy I gotta pull, once in that there booth?
To vote fer this upstanding great Moore man whos seems
to be reserrectin' the great south ?

Man I gonna support him no matter what.

I don't care 'bout my young girls or blacks or none that ****!
Don't tell me how to be!
wordvango Aug 2017
on the stairs in front of the old row house
two doors on the front between two Azaleas beautifully
displaying their grandeur
I sit non-competitive with a thing in this world
the paint flaking under my *** on the worn out tongue and groove floor
and a tilted brick post supports the roof
and I am concretely not caring
about peeling paint or the leaky roof
or the neighbor's complaining constantly how my
Gardenia bushes by the property line so full so gorgeous
voluptuously block their view
little things don't matter I sweat them off
because I got some heavy duty
anti-perspirant I cook up myself
don't tell the DEA
wordvango Jul 2016
don't wanna trophy
or be known
don't want a woman
won't stay home
don't wanna know
what you doin'
don't want another night
all alone

don't need to save no world
or be a saint
just wanna live
my life in peace
don't want much money
or gold
don't crave more
than what I get
on my own

Just wanna new world
with butterflies
and rainbows
always just wanna be
happy and calm
every now and
again
wordvango Jul 2015
a door opens in
i feel invited
a door opens out
I hit my shin on
a door that goes both
ways may
a day go one way
another go the other
and I don't notice
seeing a Pull sign as I push it
duh or the other way
so I just enter and go about
the business of getting in
letting out
or a revolving door
conundrum
wordvango Jul 2014
the dormant sound when breath is all but gone
cranial infarction electrical spark disconnects around
a bad analogy, and, I don't mean to spoil the fantasy
but,
corpuscle dystrophy rots my bulbous anatomy
'tween me ears swelled
synonymy or  antonymy
like psychology through buzzy eyes
often,
brings a symphony of cries,
I apologize!
wordvango Jul 2015
she,
    she is
is to my
    my a
a love
     love so
so far
     far above
above the
the  stars
the stars
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