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wordvango Apr 2016
where a dollar separates you from being broke
or rued some fellar' stealin' your broad.
down the blue collar road in the land
of Alabam' ?

ever been a shill for a thief or the cuckolded
ole stooge standin' in the wake of the love
hurricane?

Ever noticed another man's woman?
Or tried to pet his dog when he was gone?
Stole a glance at some beauty,
way outside your reach?

Been immobile no phone or
wherewithal wet breeches and droopy
jowled, alone in Mobile?

But the skies are so blue,
the song said it true.
Down in Alabam'
wordvango Mar 2016
someone else's poem and it
knocks you offline for a while
all the thoughts you had wanted to say
a lot more precisely written
he
wordvango Dec 2015
he
he thinks himself a poet
he whom is falling down
claims the walls outside are

in all that crumbling turmoil
braves to be right or wrong
steadfastly stand
his ground

amidst calamity
or celebrity rare which comes
a poets
round
wordvango Oct 2014
Find yourself
against again
all odds, with
the prettiest
******, in
this whole
region.

Gently caresses,
she does,
your genitals
says the
wittiest
repartee.

Come, calm
down, old
man it's
just your
imagination,
wake up to
that headache.
wordvango Feb 2017
the other side is heads
when dark is here
light is around the globe
blank is full
lonely is fulfilled
spin the coin on it's side
and for a while it is neither
try to comprehend all that is known
and you spin
try to love and you may
comprehend
just fall
and know
heads nor tails
determines
anything
wordvango Feb 2016
fire
the sounds of sirens cries
filling the valley with sighs

the mountains with a roar
on a walk through the forest the
woods  laugh with every step

in the dark with
nothing there but growth
all god's creatures

asleep , a step
a foot paw or human
approach

knowing you should
be afraid at attention
crane every hair up

on end to hear
your forefathers and mothers
or gaze

from a tall mountain
and listen to the
words spoken

in the breeze?
wordvango Jun 2016
it's a party
a land of cakes and balloons
lots of laughs and smiles
just happiness and nothing else
christmas everyday
a place where no fear is
no wrong ever happens
it's a land
over the hill
in imagination
tell me it again
it is heaven
wordvango Mar 2018
Her dark circles two
In her eyes where
I dove deep
Into
Those black pools
In the center
Of doe eyed
Green
Irises the white cream
Eyes
Attentive
My eyes they studied
Made circles took me
My aura in
Undressed me
Wanted lusted
Sighed her two lips
Parted
Red lush
Almost agony
Time seemed
Sighs became touches of arms
Legs brushing
Dances in
Dim light backlit
From a fire
A flame a
Warmth sound and pure
Nature animal sure
A rushing waterfall a sky of no limits
A mountains tall majesty
A prairie fair spread
Before us
A feast
Of targeted greed need wanton
Abandon together
Just us
And heaven
Envying
wordvango Nov 2017
wander down with gentle rains
along the furrows dug along those
long straight rows out
back

I seep and trickle
flow among each drop
seek the lowest spot
and gather

low with my kin
follow gravity to its
beginning

to the neediest root
the dryest eye
make tears

a pied pipers eye
to cry at the  drop of a
small seed

into the next cloud
to serenade
each fallen hero

making life renew
stop
and look

becoming
moist
I am

just dew
and heaven
mists
wordvango Oct 2014
my  hiney is shiney ya'll
glittering like the bottom of the Christmas tree,
or the path to the hill, in morning glory.

I powdered it after my shower.
looked in the mirror. If i was a girl,  *******, I would  love it.

Roundy and soft, like a **** should be, when I am eating.
It's aim is at times off. There are reasons for that.

Cause I was blinded, my hind-sight is history.
wordvango Nov 2016
she is
they are
we

I am it
you are you
we are all

us
together
apart but connected

so the same
and different
and bleeding

and strong
weak in the future
shorter

longer
the curtains
the blinders

put upon
us we all
can not

ever make us
blind
no one takes

our places
makes our lips
say anything
wordvango Sep 2016
Hi to that woman
who doesn't know me yet
I have you on my mind
I have seen you write

You are wandering
above me now
in dreams and
of tomorrow how

might I get your attentions
to let you know
without fragmenting
it all into

craziness or stalking or
I don't know
into a poem
that tries to

you know , rhyme
and make sense
or garner
or

turn your eyes
wordvango Jul 2015
Sweet Dreams!
I close my eyes again,
to hold again the sweet memories
of,
us together.
wordvango May 2016
big eyes wider than a full moon
or a plate of milk
instantly appearing to change
into white seas
of no boundaries or
moon cheese , take a bit of me
and savor the tang
the smell
the sharp knife cutting into smaller
bites
while the griddle makes fritters
in hot spattering oil
and we are hungry and thirsty
and bereft of
dandelion greens and turnips
or last night
wordvango Nov 2014
slicing my skin
clear through
to the *******;
I am broken again
but , not enough to need you.
Falling asleep again,
turning blue,
your biggest fan is your hero,
I hide my disdain,
I remember , in theory,
being true to
writing for me and I,
now I am hearting .
strangers in the bleeding
dark.
wordvango Dec 2017
to my delight,
   for I was only six months away
      from letting her know
           my dreams and desires,
she asked me
    out of the blue
        to lunch with her
            sit-down, not buffet;
as she proffered
    the offer her eyes
           kind of sparkled
               and she tilted her head
to the left, touched
    her hair... now this
          was unexpected a tad urgent
               as I rewrote  
                 the novel-erased all my fears.
She touched my forearm gently
     and I saw
              sparkles and fireworks
                   and candlelit dinners
as all that
     would utter from
               my mouth agape
                     over and over again
was hells yes....hells yes
wordvango Sep 2014
My peasant like oratory
my non- elloquence
my lack of sense
or expanse of non(sense)
can easily be explained
if but given the chance
a second to explain.
A long time ago
in a land far away
with flowers and
Dylan and Far Out
  substances
like, it was cool
   and so groovy,
free love and food
   it all was a changin'
rainbows , VW's all were colored,
   the only colors we seen,
Mlk, Jfk, gave
   their  life as I woulda
but was too young
so flashback
with me?
wordvango Jun 2016
It's officially the Apocalypse
Armageddon
*******
of religion

50 more lie dead
at one man's
hand

The purpose the  philosophy
behind
such an act
escapes me

The insaneness
madness
makes  me crazy
Help me
her
wordvango Aug 2016
her
hair all Prell and Aqua Net
mine all Brylcreem
gives away our ages
but not our amour
I asked her out to dinner
she said why don't I cook something
in
I showed up at her door
with gathered wild flowers
and a bottle of Chardonnay
she cooked my favorite dinner
Spaghetti and garlic bread
and we watched
Breakfast at Tiffany's
until I fell asleep next to her on the couch
snoring
I thought it sweet she covered me up
and left a wildflower
from her bouquet on my pillow
we may  be old and the vigor dimmed
but we are still romantics
deep down
within.
her
wordvango Dec 2018
her
Then a wind blew from northern
To here up a skirt
And the silk stockings
Hued like mist tween the mountains
Over thigh through a valley to
here adrift woman scented
Smoky rushing through vein
As fire arush  through blushing
tip onto the pyre
lit anew
That brief heaven glimpse upon a promise grew
A future
I am here now
As I tilted and
Honored
My grandiose
Windmill
My darling
Her
wordvango Sep 2014
Her
Her
is a film
      an object  of a verb belonging
to a female person.

I
    am the ninth letter
of the alphabet, ego.

    We
are a marvel.
                        Together.
Her
wordvango Feb 2016
Her
I much enjoyed the way
she did not look right through me
she did not pierce me with soul
******* ball shrivelling contempt

or grab my buddy's *** as soon
as I turned around or his girlfriend's, also
I liked how she drank as much as me
but didn't slam her drink on the bar

or challenge me to arm wrestle her
and spit her chaw right womanly like
on the floor, and how she braided her
underarm hairs

She walked gently like a model
in her pointy cowboy boots
and her big knife in a sheath along
her right hip complimented nicely

the 45 colt on her left.
wordvango Jun 2015
we completely run away
close the distance
not meaning to,
fall when climbing
in search of faces
beg to hear
someone say to
us  It's all right
and time has to keep going
it's how life works,
here in a wondrous story
magically lying
too close to where
we fly in skies
of make believing.
wordvango Dec 2015
after six weeks of ***** laundry piling up
after six pack after
six pack, a hit or two along the way, I smell like ****....
like a homeless man left on the park bench's seat.
have no more direction than to get another
six pack, hit,  ******* under the overpass.
The bad taste left in my mouth
tasting like camel ****,
asphalt chewing on walls of cement-
Lucky I have anything, am not in the big city,
the sun not blocked by tall sky scraping businesses,
no taxis nor big crowd of loneliness rushing,
I am the only homeless man here.
wordvango Sep 2014
here is me
      I never see
over a ridge
     where night
touches the dew-
     sunlight glows
on you.

There i was
     over a ledge
teetering
     height fearing
all the darkness-
     below.

Where are you?
     Will we know?
Ever?  over a hill
      may we ever see
the sun glint-
      on your green
      eyes
glowing..
wordvango Mar 2016
from the top of my mullet mohawk
big head, poppin'
in and out of the nearest
******, no-stoppin'
me jack the hammer hittin'
once I got started
that day momma
spit my *** out:
collidin'
with my father
who may have been my brother
no tellin'
with every authority figure
who had the *****
to try and tell me what to do,
with the man arrestin'
handcuffed around foot and ankles
everyone who had no money,
never knowing the system
from my day of creation
society was rigged:
a bunch o'  twisted ***** *******'
leaning towards the rich *******
making the haves have more
the have-nots fightin'
for the scraps, no religion had
answers,
feelin'
just like a hungry dog
behind the locked barred
four-star restaurant doors,
so, takin' whatever I can
what is left  I guarded every scrap
like it was somethin'
wordvango Dec 2014
her eyes were blond
a breast of Valentines
awestruck, we was by
*** that stuck out into yesterday and a face that
would make you     kiss her dad,
a friend of mine, stuck an elbow
into my rib and said, she's lookin'
at you. I knew she was.
But, was it because i was droolin'
wordvango Apr 2019
Mused once on serendipity deciding
The left was more right than the other way
Did not make such a decision wildly
Without many thoughts
And deliberations
Deliberately
She took months of imposing on friends and acquaintances asking all
Kinds of personal questions not
Accepting their nods for answers she needed quotations , she pestered
And poked spoke in rhymes and leading modes trying to find the one
truth by being intrusive enough to see through them. Was she pre-ordained for this mission of magnificence at being ignorant to find truth or was that the way the mainstream of humans are, or was she bounding new limits founding an orthodox or crossing some limit.  See Herfiffity was once younger still young but above the legal age at the minute she gave out her ****** mind to the right then thought right about it and left.
And how she wept.
wordvango Jul 2017
a tiny traversed vertical
noise a chatter
space a time thing
I go down to the cellar

cellular and wifi not here
to interfere
any more with
my deep seated rhythms

rhyme an ancient paradigm
with the oil burner by my side
the darkness mold and
mystery brewing

calm satisfied  cruel radar alone
in the cold dankness near I feel
a comfort bold almost
mystical

speak to me the altered states
the after day and nights became
a different dream
the awesomeness of letting loose

in a cellar a long lost muse
spoke and sung danced and
used my spirit my obtuseness
obvious

my sway to her tune my
feebleness all caught between
her haunting voice her croon
away I went to

dark alone but for her doom
an island there
in the middle of nowhere
wordvango Dec 2016
in theme now right disseminating lies
I know it all too well
it's one last score one last game
it is victory
the game
the goal the only thing
when conquering
is human toil
the waste and turmoil
the     consequence a factor in
but human suffering
holds no regard for
plans or deeds
just ultimate rewards
where human needs
are sought no more
that is the interfering thing
the flesh and blood
that goes hungry
so tell me all
you sudden
conquerors
has empathy no
path no more
has feeling lost
her last reward?
wordvango Aug 2017
of all the words issued forth from scholars
noted pens  front pages of the New York Times
all the tabloids
any of Hemingway's novels the best
I heard was her petite pretty
mouth say
I am Coming
wordvango Aug 2017
a one night sweetheart she surrounded me
I plunged the depths of one night's love
grasped about in my hands
all I could in such a short time
her soft *** in both hands
her neck kissed her mouth taken
for all I could and she did
and we said goodbye at 5 am
never to see each other
again
but in my dreams
her name
was
wordvango May 2017
reading someone , is intimate
her words are her heart
I try to take that in account.
wordvango Nov 2014
his Edsel,
               with a grin,

backed
             slowly down,
                                    then

                                    remembering

the emergency  brakes,
                 he slid into
                                     the
back seat                             and    hid,

and crashed,
                               again.
wordvango Mar 2017
never one to leave a hanging participle
or a dangling precipice
eleven words in
I have done both
so so
really I care about English protocols
unless I am
writing
speaking I speak
the King's English
full of it
with a southern flair
the howdy pardner
and fittin' to
the hey
always emulating  
a hello
as such
more
than tradition I call out of
this
sorriness
a down home
warmness
or try to
since we are on this
thread
Hey Y'all!
wordvango Oct 2014
I say
    the way
of  really
    hauling
our worries
around
   Is perhaps
ridiculous.
We all
  **** up
we all
  have secrets,
We all
   pose in
Public.
    Trend or
not mat-
    ters to
a  dense
*** poet
   high as
hell on
beer and
  *****.
wordvango Oct 2016
metaphors
similes
and adjectives

nouns and verbs

need a warning label

HIGHLY ADDICTIVE
wordvango Jul 2014
tripper
burnt out- an asphalt
space cadet,
a freak of nature your around
you addict    
                   jet-setter
voyager globetrotter
you practitioner enthusiast
                   often injurious
to your  sanity,
                   admit your habit
you hound you know you
are bound to be
                   blood smeared on I-75
someday.
wordvango Sep 2014
Hello was what I meant to say
good day is another way
to say I belong to every day

to every word warm like a sun ray
I spring and key a  possibility
under a warm body

i appear to be useless
i knows i am
open
so
to vulnerabilities.
wordvango Oct 2020
haphazardly
  Careless a world of daring falling
     Like embers from a fire in the
cold wind

stares longingly
   Back at the viewer
calling
      Like small Wolf cubs left by their mother

evidenced by
     Gashes in tree bark
white streaks in a sky
      chasing yellow glances of sunlight

eroding
        The rushes of semis
Busily hurdling by
         pursuing commerce
Eliciting

porched rocking
       Chaired old men
To ponder on meanings
     And roars in
A head unsure of even

Himself, anymore
wordvango Dec 2014
As a lifelong adventure I eclipsed the generation I was grown up with
felt so much that turned wrong and sad on November 12, 1934
should have been born different
I kept up to date and conceptually relate
I would have been honored to be at Woodstock it's like I was there
in my head and psychedelics and mushrooms
were my references and Beatniks along with
Carlos Casteneda influenced me from deserts .
My philosophy grew and reasoned, until now where I see greed and
possessions are so important.
I never lost the dream, though,
of Peace on Earth.
wordvango Nov 2016
his face ain't been slimmer
since that winter
the traces of white snow came all
falling 'round his toes tickling
and all woes seemed to vanish in the mirror
he has been so worn out
now 'days with
nostrils flared when he is awake
fighting the battles
his eros and ethos between
made gain seem like failures
trying to eat the remnants
like a self cannibal
and doubt , doubting all
especially how the hell could
he have gotten
so much thinner.
wordvango Sep 2014
Record a history, personal
    a personality a view complete
a movement made
     with you and I and
posterity
      in rhythm
a hymn sung
           of a future
demanding a vision
         colorless compounded
expressions of blinding
             visionless memorial days
a future resounding
          in words made true.
And you and I
             can do.
wordvango May 2017
in Ali Ahkbars chariot rode
Iscariot to the ruins of
Rome
had ten gold pieces
in his hand
or twenty forget the rhymes
it's more important we change the
elegy the caricatures to fit modern modality
he met Julius who had  not been born, still the story is better if,
and the Editors  of the Bible know this , will edit it
lets say a real young Julius
with Cleopatra sultry and suave dressed in the best  
designers of the time Togas
his power ascending
had no idea
the thumpers would thump
the Nazis would come he had Cleopatra's ***
on his mind
and say
history has been remembered ,
or not,
let's make haste of frugality
and really get down to the
gist of it,
brutality, fear of the unknown,
worship of gods we dont know exist.
If I were around then, who is to say I was not,
I'd slap Cleopatra on the *** pour wine down her throat
and watch Julius make an orange smoothie
out of Icarus or **** I forget , who he was.
Started with an I.
wordvango Feb 2017
over the parade the clouds grew threatening
blacker
rain was an inevitability
so I invited all the ten people at the
Clayhatchee Christmas parade to my house
where we made egg nog
roasted chestnuts
later after we all had a buzz
we toilet papered
the mayors trees
she lives next door
matter of fact
she was there helping
we have a good community
for a southern redneck outpost.
hmm
wordvango May 2017
hmm
hmmmmmmmmmmmmm
where did the Daily go??
wordvango Mar 2018
Bruised sky God swore loud
Resolute as tears tulips
Out of fury grew
wordvango Jan 2017
once upon a time
the fairy maiden made time
out of starry dust and bedtime rhymes
and Santa had a long beard
and Easter eggs were left by Hares
come saturday
about July
they all had left and
all we saw were empty shells of
hoping for once again the holidays
that season
I sat in my room
wishing for Santa to come again
not for presents
I wished for the Easter Bunny
to hop on in
not for goodies
I wished for the
cheer the holidays seemed to bring
to my family the whole world.
I sat in my room all the
way until October again,
when the gargoyles went up
the pumpkins
appeared then , felt
almost good again.
wordvango Feb 2015
the middle commonplace
     poor dears
weak of voice
          making minimum wage
for all the
      billionaire
investors making up Wall street
          holding in servitude
   the poor dude
trying to pay his
         child support
with no health care
    when he gave
his sanity in Iraq.
or the single mother
         sharing with the desolate faces
the disgrace of
     going to the food bank:
           the land of the free
home of the brave
           has turned into the home of the rich:
oligarchy entrenches,
          that is why
i gave up
    a long time ago.
I looked back,
    once there was a middle
class.
wordvango Jun 2017
this is the only way
I can get there
honestly...
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