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wordvango Feb 2015
so  beauty is
measured
not in time worn remembering
but in  youthful exuberance

brilliance parlayed
censored
by lack of experience
is young and fades away

wise is the one
best when
seeing true beauty
glow and never fade

by eyes of memory
or genius
that knows beauty
is

ordinary magnificence
lives in the daily rituals
of caring for the
day to day
wordvango Mar 2015
saying I love you
looking into eyes
knowing we are alone
yet so close
realizing
alone is
just a word
wordvango Mar 2017
ten decibels below the wind
causing the wings of a crow
to lift and soar above the pine tips
silently swaying on top of the mountain peak
in January in a snowstorm
in beautiful sunshine on a cold
breezy day I sat and just listened
warm as ever I have been
consoled by
all the beauty of
it
wordvango Aug 2016
the beauty of the ****
her supple curves
fingers devouring her surfaces
reading braille
I am mute
and amazed
wordvango May 2015
Mr. robert,
    amongst those trees
on that snowy eve,
   above that frozen lake,
in timber as cover
         pine straw my relief,
My horse, a bike,
       a horse I wish for,
My wheels speak
        of just miles
left before,
          I sleep.
Amid the bed of pine
   my eyes weary.
wordvango Nov 2018
Been a
Small player a
Bit part actor
One of the cast
In an off Broadway play

Been a
Smart *** a
wit less loser
One of the bell
bottomed long hairs

Been a
Lover cast
Aside useless
broken a piece of
worthlessness

Been a
Powerless
Where is
my next meal
Coming from beggar

And I've
Made it here
Where I grasped
saw seen realized
it's never been
About me

So I have
Been a
lifter up a positive
Force in this seemingly
hopeless universe

Since.
wordvango May 2017
sat down on the couch after
feeding the kits some bits
didn't know
they were addicted to it
they turned the house over
pecking for more
until they found the box
of Friskies Variety
with glazed eyed feasted  partied
meowed and purred
when I took it away they
big eyed slurred mmmen wow
and ganged up
on me
with such sorry big eyed looks
I said here
emptied the box
on the counter
been there done that
I said
wordvango Oct 2017
seen one  of life's peaks
seen many mountains
been around a few of life's
mysteries and evaded
none

I saw my children come  out of
their mother's womb
I fell on my knees
at the majesty

I was near when people close to me
passed into the next world
I've seen history be told
by wise old *****
whose days had passed 90
or 93

I have seen young die too soon
7 11 13
28

53
I wasn't there when my dad passed
I've  loved dogs
and cats children and women

Music and ages and strangers I never knew
in the distance
I see me pass
I  see the world keep on spinning
I only wish
for the chance to tell
to certify my love
hold her eternally
one time
before the end
wordvango Aug 2015
fuddy puddly
the child playing within
the adult continuously chasin':

Non-utterable
the child says gets a mouth
washed out,

He is feeling for boundaries and meanings
where the adult uses it the
( sting the blasphemous bad thing)

an insult to hurt who hurts he.
Give the children a soda,
wash down the grown

man in suds and near drown him.
the one the children learn from.
wordvango Dec 2017
alone
just me
in skin in bone
a collection of neurons
spinning protons
a dance of
small components
one in the spinning
universe
a plastic plasma thing
able to comprehend
I think
the thrill
of this given ability
to touch
another
living
human
being
wordvango Jun 2014
breathe in,
       combustulate,
reverberate,
       slow.

breathe out,
       calm
holds
       it never
does.

prepostulate
       sure
made up
       pure
theoretical

obscure?  but
       never doubt
in what
       you feel.
wordvango Dec 2015
where the river water runs
falling heaven knows  down
all the tears shed
melting ice goes
from mountains majestic
echoing ice flowed
veins of springs
bring
to the inevitable low table

too much there cries on
beds of rushing  death
feels like
a voice never heard
songs too
beautiful

tormented souls
  bear the artist's
spirit
  choice
is not among
  them

Stood in line
   asking
who was he?
This great poet?
And they said
   boldly,
It was you
wordvango Sep 2014
Blessed we all are we know it with expanding technology we are so blessed with. Unlike our ancestors, we no longer beat our clothes on a rock after
washing them in the nearest stream. Now we stream a video. Aren't we lucky?
Firewood, is now a luxury. Only the rich warm themselves, by the fires We hack and split oak now for fun.
Now when we hack it's Home Depot or Target we seek For a real warming.
We drive almost on autopilot, with GPS and text. We are just so **** busy paying attention, we don't see the collision.
Mom used to make dinner. And all the family would gather.Discuss politics or homecoming. Now politics are virtually one sided and homecoming is done on Skype. Hello poetry.
Think about it.
Are we better off?
wordvango Jul 2017
I often rode my bike there
the closest store
in Nankin Mills, Michigan,
a staple for penny candy and
whiffle *****.

A  month into the summer me
and my best friend, Craig Hewitt,
who lived four doors down
mounted  our one-speed Schwinn's
and decided to pull our first heist.

The ride was a turn right then left around
a curve out to the four-lane Joy Road,
and we rode determinedly. Four blocks on the right
was the small shopping place
a grocery store and
a Ben Franklin's Five and Dime.

We hitched our Schwinn's in the bike rack,
located near the entrance and studied. Thought of possible quick escape routes.  Excitement flowed, I wanted a quarter piece of chocolate and Craig had his lust on a Matchbox car his unfeeling parents refused to purchase.

I checked my holster the Roy Rogers shiny six-shooter
was at the ready. We sauntered in. Walking tall but shaking in my pretend boots, which were actually Ked's.
My friend was so brave he barely looked nervous.
I followed his lead.

We were in there two minutes pocketed the loot and walked out sure we had made a clean escape. Our Schwinn's had barely moved when two arms grabbed us. "Hey boys!" We were apprehended.
We gave full confessions to the Principal looking
old lady interrogating us. They called our moms.

They let us go.Craig had wet his pants and I had squished
hell out of the chocolate candy. We left not wanting to go home.
Pondering what state might take two refugees with records.
I imagined walking the rails with a stick and a handkerchief
tied on its end full of my marbles a pair of socks
the remains of my Halloween candy in.

We went to a field near our school playground and fidgeted and talked and rued and scratched the dirt with the toes of our Ked's
and tried to think how we could explain or make an excuse or
go back a day. It was getting dark.  The night on the run was more scary to both of us than our moms.

When I entered the house there at 8587 Blackburn, a white brick
normal house, now so scary with danger pain foreboding out every window and door, it was my bravest act to this day, expecting screaming a scene a beating my mother towering over
asking "what were you thinking?"

Yet nothing happened. my oldest sister, 14 at the time sat grinning
on the couch watching tv. And Mom was in her apron by the stove like every other day. As I walked by my sister said "I was the mom today.
You owe me a kiss". I hated to but I nearly kissed her every day for a
week.

Craig got his *** whipped.
wordvango May 2017
stumbled once I did I know  I think I am infallible
upon a thing I had no preconceived idea about
I compared projected subjectively conjectured
that this was something before now never discovered
I stood it in bright light studied how prisms changed
the view in telescopes and microscopes
it didn't whatever it was give up a clue
nor shine a light inside my head. Very disconcerted
I went to bed and had this vivid dream
of unicorns small fairies wizards and demons,
I gave them names understandable like Zeus
Mohammed Alijah and Ben,
Ben was my favorite.
He was just a working man
that tripped one day over a stream of
gold and got rich
Not for real he was made up like all the rest.
But Ben gave all his found riches away.
Fed the poorest
and the ****** thieves
and politicians.
Ben was a hero
far and wide.
I woke up beaming , half in sleep half awake
and thought ,
by god
Ben was cool.
quadrophonic on first posting , now remedied, lol
wordvango Jun 2018
socks and shoes sweaters lace
finest trousers heavenly grace
dressed to the nine
going out feeling high
nigh the looks
they are their disgrace
envying my graceful mate
her on my arm
the ultimate date
and how I parade her by those
eyes that turn their heads
looking with hate
and how I bring her
home to rest
in heavenly sleep
and purest love
I will not brag about the best
we do at dawn
I keep that for her
and her alone
wordvango Mar 2017
rhymes with just cause
because is just a remedy
signs of the malady
rhyme at times with lazy
or no empathy
times they are a wastin' -someone
oh yes-
Dylan said:
I wish I was Dylan
wordvango Mar 2017
ellipsis

makes you think

.....
wordvango Oct 2020
it might seem obvious how to
Make dreams out of pure
Fairytales and iconic
Masterpieces when
Lost in embrace or
High from a kiss
But can you make rainbows
Out of stale history
And cakes out of lies
Here lies the most memorable
of things; wise of the mind
And existence,
Because not all grows strong seeds become old, die;
but they try to
Become beautiful
And in my eyes
Are
wordvango Feb 2018
Valentines
If read with your ear
On their breast
Beat loud
Enough to make
You sigh
wordvango May 2017
My eyes get adjusted to dimness
the twilight makes me grimace too much bright
success , ha
it makes me blind

Like a *** I stumble around grinning
most often not seen a drop of water
in ten weeks, smelling myself
goes after one

songs are my attribute
my condolences  
a seance to that ringing
in this head

money comes and goes
loves become entangled
like wild roses
left untentended

thorns hook make blood
rise and people
to me are
so much like

a grappling thistle crown
of thorns under
the trees I bed down under
sleep awoke

Don't think you understand,
no one does, Not me,
not the trees the underbrush
or skies
wordvango May 2014
If light
            can waft it's way
through slime and smoke
            to find me,
lo, a gentle
            tweaken' o' natures'
herbs and grains,
            the better for the 'morrow.

Nary a day-
            a half- in recent history
passed to then without
            the touch of sorrow.

But,
            better pain
of nightly lust-
            than the loneliness
tomorrow.
wordvango Dec 2014
in the midst of real life we scream our most desperate
dreams and passions on white screens
with pens as instruments our symbolisms
remain and you and I
look for rhythm within
or ups and downs
and you and I
are lost between the dark and the mornings
like ships not knowing
where there is any port like the white between
      innocent lines
         of life
         is meant
fact
without an audience
we listen.
wordvango Jun 2017
in the midst of real life we scream our most desperate
              dreams
our
passions
    on white screens
penned
innocent
      symbolisms remain

and you and I
          look for rhythm within
our ups and downs
                       and you and I

lost like ships not knowing
the dark  the mornings

is there  any port
             like the white between
      innocent lines          
        
listen.
wordvango Mar 2015
I would a day of hardness cry
I did a night of dark  to die
I could survive the holocaust
I would like to be a knight on horseback
I need the strength of Hercules
it seems
only to survive
in a mind of doubt and weakness
so I will dream again rebirth myself
a better man not of this earthly plan
make me anew with  strength of will enduring pain
find again the righteousness men deserve
seek again a ****** will a strength of naivette
look at the sunrise as a chance to change be what I knew
I could
wordvango Jan 2015
purpose
way past my strength

way beyond the horizon
I search

for peace
for meaning
for purpose

for a tick to stop
the
progression
the decay

to stop long enough for
me to grasp
and mourn

To: the pace
I am strong and so tired,
but will go on.
wordvango Jul 2015
a thursday, I know  right,
going all out
wild
on a weekday, I gotta work tomorrow
and I am gonna share a can of tuna
with a kitty.
The sad part is,
It's not my kitty.
I hope she shows up.
wordvango May 2017
I am getting senile
I write some things
I don't want seen
or heard I would prefer
you make the trash can
the delete thing
a bit easier to find
like say delete bold letters
or a huge trash can
the one you got hp
is so little
I spent six hours trying to find and
got three hearts
I didn't want
wordvango Mar 2017
severed , fish on the block
head I sit
ripe as a two year old egg
shelled
bitter as vinegar mixed with jack
Black stirred into a margarita and two shots of
house bourbon a beeker  of *** two
fingers of peepermint schnapps
and a handi-wipe
for a napkin
moderating an argument between this big woman
and a bear of a man  
about the rules of pool
whether  ***** are big small which
both of them dripping ice from their nostrils wild *** eyed
trying to slip off the far edge of the stool and at least go ****
they have me surrounded
one in my left ear big girl in my right
any closer their teeth would take a bite
sneered she does good and he all 6 4 350 lbs of him
reeks of hard work and the drout
I see clouds overhead

clouds everywhere
a lot of spit
little rain
wordvango Dec 2017
cONGRATS REPUBLICANS!
wE'VE BEEN ABLE TO PASS TAX RELIEF
FOR bILLIONAIRES
AND cORPORATIONS
AND TAKE AWAY ANY OPPORTUNITY TO HELP
POORER aMERICANS!!  hIP hIP hOORAY!!!
aND BY THE WAY ADD A tRILLION DOLLARS TO THE DEFICIT!  wOOHOO!!!!!!!
wHAT A GREAT SUCCESS!
cONGRATS rEPUBS!  gONNA REMEMBER THIS LIKE
i REMEMBER YOU HELPING ELECT THE THE NEXT ******!
bOY WHAT A GREAT COUNTRY!  i'M GLAD i'M A BILLIONAIRE SO i CAN GET RELIEF FROM OUR gOVERNMENT!
wordvango Nov 2016
I keep banging my sore finger against the table
trying to pet the kitty
just another way to stay awake
alive
bang my head against the
ceiling trying to get high
enough to just be
able to see above the darkness
get on my knees sore as they are
everyday trying to make a living
wake up before I want to
go to sleep sooner
but bills are something concrete
wordvango May 2018
If i could
I'd bake you a heart
shaped cheesecake with strawberries,
I'd buy you a hundred roses.
I'd be by your side today
and celebrate your birth
with kisses and pearl necklaces
musical boxes
adorned with diamonds.
I'd take you in my arms
like I wish I could.
And never let you go.

Happy Birthday, my love,
my dearest.
Blow out those candles now,
and wish what I am.

I love you.
Happy Birthday, DiAnne!
wordvango Oct 2020
Whatever happened
        With shortening?
Haven't seen it in any kitchen
          Or recipe, in
Fourty-five years
wordvango Jul 2014
I have been devout and without
an avid follower of me
and nowhere found
the bed without a flower
after breaking ground
I grow
to glisten though
my distance closing
gentle breath show
my distance from the sun
there have been no answers
from doubt
i bleed and am blind still
the show we share
shadows forgotten
paths run walking or grown
the power is all
to quiet moments trust
to meet in far off oceans
where watching a sense
quite like fantasy
meets poetry and motion.
wordvango Sep 2014
There are at least two ways
to taste
and spell our days
here
in hell.

Bitter-
we waste our
time so limited
here.

Better,
I see,
I love you!
Is the way
for now,
to be.

There may be more.
wordvango Aug 2014
Three bars
                      of 10 chords
hum
                        with me
11
                      more
times
               vocally
slam
eternity

there of
course     is no
distess

just
songs sung
           in duress
of one
voice

hum

with


me.
wordvango Oct 2014
Devour the black the absence of light ,
feast on writhing victims veins,
blood is so energizing, to live upon blue
red, the darkest visions
viciously vivid,  melts
me
I become the void,
devoid of feeling
I look into her eyes,
enjoy her tries
to break free
and run
I pursue, no one sees..
I look in the mirror and see,
nothing but dark.
wordvango May 2017
it is distressing, just all of life and
how I see other's motivations
at times,  through certain incidences
I feel so sorry
for  others who go on blindly
following
the propaganda
the stupidity,
I rhyme in defiance
to all of that,
or in blind eyed
optimism, a furor freed,
I wish by god, for all of us,
for our little spinning world
to take each other's hands
one day and see
we are all
just alike,
just molecules and little
galaxies
with black holes
and the brightest suns.
wordvango Jun 2014
licorice
boot lick
symbolic

i paint all
in black
memory

faded
hard
dry
ebony
decay
I don't know
why

I see in black
the light gone
just why?

shadow
pain
i Paint it black!
wordvango Aug 2017
The nakedness of woman is the work of God.
All words courtesy of  William Blake
wordvango Aug 2017
******* bred and whoremonger still
I guess it is in the jeans
where I can say it is not my fault
****** blame my parents again
for my transgressions
my peccadillos
my weaknesses
yes jeans is intentional
wordvango Aug 2018
are we and the grass and trees
ennobled graced gifted are we
the thriving warrior's
worker ants enrichers feeding the
throng
as we strive daily along
sniffing a scent we get in
our minds a nirvana a heaven if we just
keep on
and we wax and wane in lyrical bliss
tired to the bone whipped
just to hear a song of hope or
love or perpetual peace,
and as we stay the course for
the eternity as it ticks
we are blessed to breathe to be
a part of the chorus
a melody we all make buzzing like bees
a song once did escape the numerous
that sung so rare it made a song
like a bee and an ant on a pine cone
in the forest.
For that,
I hum.
wordvango Nov 2014
Oh , lord,  thine vision and temptations

standing quite naked before thy vast rivers
crying

of sufferers praying out thy name

I see thy greatness
while I ponder today's headlines.

In Daleville Al.
    Daleville man arrested on multiple ***-crime charges,
(his bald *** lived in the trailer behind mine, as of this writing 5 under age girls are accusing him of ****** assault)

If I were God, I would not wait until after the fact to condemn him.

Headline: Obama calls hostages' beheading 'pure evil':
        Well in the name of god why let it happen, are we in the 6th or 21'st century?
Why do Mohammed, Jahweh, Jesus, Buddha, or Sol or Adonis, not smite  this foolishness?
Or let us involve the argument, we are given free will.
For what has the grand creator been playing this kind  of game?

Thor thunders as Eloah (used only in poems)
watches, but credit him if you are the lone survivor in a catastrophe that claims 900.

Jehovah, let me ask?
Where is all this going?
wordvango Jul 2017
bless the weakest those who feel the very souls
who suffer if far near unknown
bless those who speak in truths
whether or  not  it furthers their causes
bruises their hearts
takes that toll
bless the meek as the bible said
would inherit this earth
as prophecies spoken
mere worded phrases speak the god
talk the angels wing flutter upon
here
there are angels
there are demons
there is sufferings
and plagues
hardnesses seen how each being each
flowered ****
goes through these  stages
like our blindnesses
we feel how the hurts surround us
and few those gifted
those who deserve blessings
have this new sense this soul
that lifts the spirits of the eagles wings
to soar above the tallest
mountains and me
who tries so hard to suffer
self flaggelate and  shudder
harm myself when others need
take off now
trying to be winged
to be an angel
with time left to utter
a word
a prayer
a hope
wordvango Jun 2015
my bud
grows into a flower
as her leaves blossom
allowing the sun's
audience to caress her.
wordvango Feb 2015
so pillowed flimsy reality frames innocence
and doubts or flowers  silly thoughts I think
of how the bed is never made up we actually
lay down to dream in. Beds are never carried when the
debts go unpaid and we must move on
upon the new with no thoughts of where to go or
currency.
but, new is where the next begins.
wordvango May 2018
you me and
blue
transitions
and far off horizons painted with wishes
one day....
we always say

tracing palms with fingers
soothsaying or prophesizing
cards played
wide-eyed amazed
grazing at life's tender
shoots

when as always it all
is so much simpler
than the mortal life
absolves on
a daily day all
tormented coiled inside
are ten million squirms
for every cry

never one answer

but one eternal theme
that rose blossoms true
and the vernal winds cool
once came a blue
on a storm's distal
view

and for every glint
of the sun comes a
distant hologram on the eye
a corresponding elegant
glow that lasts

into your visage a sign
that not all life and reality is
destined at once
to be recognized
just take things at face value a wary grace
faith if you will

and see
the sky
blue

that's all  my wisdom
wordvango Mar 2016
breezing 70 in the blue three on the tree
65 Dodge Dart down I-75
to Toledo from Detroit
with my eyes  to
America dreaming, running to or from
concrete approaching,
maybe the nearest exit
may be my  abutment
or my future the worn torn bench seat -
fixed mind eyes concentrated
like frozen  orange juice canned-
blurring exits with on-ramps
my mind's eye constipated
violet lamps illuminating,
where convicts and scamps and
confused gather to try to ride
tires to nowhere to find
no signs of life
here but the slant-six cylinders
firing
wordvango May 2017
years fall fast almost as tears on the bass players
deep strum hum
people come
go
like a rift from a lead guitar
fast fingers drums keep a heartbeat
going all along there and to and fro
singers make sounds like angels singing on the ridge
call ******* calling
you home
organs praise the goodness of all
in  unreality
saxophones are just a moon song sent from little
green men found on their way from mars
girls sway and dance like
zephyrs too beautiful for touch
lord have mercy
gotta find my baby soon
going blues crazy
wordvango May 2017
singing is not a profession
songs are not only beauty
the two are entertwined
like lovers under the bluest skies
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