Updated April 26, 1997
—*—
A small tabby cat
Sitting on the windowsill,
Eyeing a fern mere metres away.
A small green fern,
Sitting in the sun,
Not noticing the Cat.
A small plant-box,
Sitting in the garden,
Stripped stalks pointing skyward.
A small man,
Retuning from a day's work
Sees the fern
And a smiling cat.
—*—
Hush
by Alexandra O'Mallory
every year
at this time,
i sift
through the grains
and the folds
into the very
essence of you.
in winter,
only in winter
do my armies
crumble and subside
refusing to resist
your fail-safe tide.
it strokes me so,
this seasonal hush
these dimensions of dampness
devouring my capacity
to conjure a clearer climate.
—*—
Ruby's Nights
Ruby sees herself--
in scalded mirrors
in shocking-pink jail cells
in rushed confessions
in sluggish miracles
Ruby sees herself--
as an experiment in living
as a mylar balloon
tethered to the earth
to the bedposts of strangers
in nightly sentences
Charles Varani
Eugene, OR
—*—
One night whilst I dreamt
I walked down by the shore
You were standing near the water
This beauty I adored
If love could be a moment
A second caught in time
I would but share it with you
Our love would be a sign
Reaching out to touch you
I thought to take the chance
Our love is like a candle
A flame that dares to last
And when I near to hold you
Embrace you in my arms
I feel your love inside me
I feel it in my heart.
—*—
Lonely....I'm lonely for someone...
To love me as me..in my teepee...
Friendly and kindly....
with tenderness...
a little caress
Just ME!
joestanley2000
—*—
LOVE IS TRUE,
WHEN YOUR LOVER,
LOVES ONLY YOU.
JOESTANLEY2000
—*—
two hearts bond to form one
sprouting up unconfidently
turning to curiousity
with close attention
becoming stronger & truer
withstanding the test of time
never to wither and die
without the touch of the other
through long cold lonely nights
then blooming in the morning light
to show the beauty our love
events will comeand go
but the bond will never break
—*—
this is my rainbow
the bloom of early summer
can I ask for more?
—*—
A thought
I share with you
a thought:
blissful moment
soon gone
for another
—*—
Sweet scent, sweet taste, sweet feeling.
The candyman has arrived to take me away to
the world of Willy Wonka.
Where every dream comes true.
Reality is nothing .
Everything is pure fantasy
—*—
Streets Away
do not depart a moment
night of whispers
streets away
your conscience
-smooth
returns, soon again
for it is for man
to seek
—*—
High up
at the spring of the river
rocks are eager knives
near the sea
old people fishing
are blaming slippery feet
—*—
Time
The moments yet to come
are the future
'bout right now
but they come so fast
and glide right by
then turn to past somehow
Copyright 1997, Vonny R.
—*—
nocturnal noise
till corner of blanket
fills open mouth
Vonny R.
—*—
Lord have I offended thee
As you have offended I.
To fill me with the want of death
and not the heart to die.
—*—
CLOCKS
Passions are like clocks
Gathered in a room.
Echoed ticking, echoed tocking
Erratic chiming,
Out-of-tune.
—*—
The Shower
By Lisa Jacobson
Soothing, warm water,
Pounding against my back,
Taking me away from
The problems that exist,
Turning me away from a
World of troubles and pain,
Numbing my mind and body
Into a state of utter bliss,
Steam rising up around me,
Shielding my eyes,
Turning my back on the
Outside world.
But only for a moment.
—*—
LIFE
Life began on the earth millions of years ago
Life is not all fun
Life is like a market place
There is no Life on the moon
There is little plant Life in the desert
Life is precious
There was no sign of Life in the empty house
To take one's Life in one's hand
Change of Life
High-Life
True-Life
So therefore, Life has no duplicate
—*—
SPRING SOCIAL
Two icicles melt
drip streams pooling on the ground.
The sum of winter
MAY
May warms our porches.
Screen doors replace winter glass,
freeing the neighbors
—*—
One sweet embrace, to short to trace
The outline of your heart- too bold
I hesitate to sip the measure of your mind
In fear of what there I'll...
Nevermind.
Your lips, far to lucisous to ignore,
Inviting as an open door, to enter is to return...
Nevermore.
Snared at last, I wonder if you ever cared to ask
The same of my lost soul?
MW
—*—
Dancers come two by two
to dance away the blues.
She stands by the dance hall door
her boots have yet to scuff the floor.
Cowboys fill the smokey bar,
but she only watches them from afar.
She came here alone
and so she'll be when she goes.
Dancers come two by two
alone will never do
Ever since Noah, life's been in pairs
alone she goes, nobody cares.
-Devon Perry
—*—
Lying comfortably numb on pure white nothing, we nod on the depth of our
own stillness. We slip into the sky and awaken, rolling on a haze of endless
currents. Pure journeys to our freeness.
Katie Monticello
—*—
Tonight my bones ache for long awaited rest
I can feel your heart beating inside my chest
Like the power of a strong thunderstorm
Your body - your face start to take form
I can see you now your beautiful face
You and I here together in this place
I reach out to touch you with nothing to fear
I wake from this dream to find you're not here
—*—
you drank art's water
made me a tape
helped me through my problems
and blew in my ear
you have the coolest three dollar shoes
eyes that match your sweater
a gift of understanding
and pink walls
you stated out down a dirty road
let me kick your ass
looked into my soul
and touched my heart
—*—
you worry theres someone else
i agree, but know there's not
you worry you'll be missing out
i agree, but know you won't
runnin' away are ya?
oh, okay
i'll accept it-
with a sad soul
did you hear that?
i think it was my heart breaking
sorry if i woke you up
by,kara
—*—
i should have gone
i should have let you in
but i couldnt
i make you sad
i'm sorry
but it wouldnt have been sincere
—*—
APE HAIKU
People look and see,
They wonder and think of me
What's with those sideburns?
—*—
TUPAC HAIKU
I really miss him,
Rotting child minds on a whim
Thank God Tupac's dead.
—*—
THE GREAT DEPRESSION
I was thinkin about you last night.
And I was thinkin I'm too young for love,
Too young for it all.
Too young for sappy love songs and flowers and great wine.
And I was thinkin of all those people better than me-
Better with you-
Better at the whole game.
Just thinkin of me and you.
—*—
2-DOORED BOY
Up against the kitchen wall,
Stoic, tall, and white,
The boy stands to serve us all,
A solace from our plight.
He shares his wares with all of us,
A shining inner light,
His face belies no standard fuss,
He bestows without a fight.
His coldness chills everyone,
Early in the morn,
Through laughter, joy, and much fun,
The boy remains forlorn.
Never suave or debonair,
He remains to the wall,
A tall white Frigidaire.
—*—
i try to see you
inside your haze
and when i am able,
you look so sad
i wish i could help you
but you push me away
besides, i guess i wouldn't know
what to do
so that it was just right
but i could learn
if only you would let me in
then maybe we could both be
happy again
by kara
—*—
when i talk to you
i feel like i'm falling away
i try to stay up
grab your hand
but you shake me off
and look the other way
i wish i knew how to be
like i was before
when i thought you could love me
maybe im wrong, maybe you do
bykara
—*—
SPRING'S CHARIOT
The picture in my mind's
window changed when
winter fled
Thundering hooves brought
spring's chariot, and
spirit wings spread towards
the warmth of the sun, and
winter is now in the place
where seasons rest
—*—
The Marlboro Man in the Moon
There is no god,
Only cigarettes
eternally burning with that stagnant smell--
To provoke a thought,
Or invoke a spell.
Beyond that dark barren land,
Beyond that vast airid waste,
Someone awaits your message to god...
But there is no god,
only cigarettes.
---Jeff P. Zacher
—*—
i have a lot to say
but nothing comes out
except a little bit of my soul
that cried to be heard
but had no voice
i sit and gaze at my thoughts
theyre there, but i dont see a thing
perhaps i'm blinded by hesitation
afraid to confront
a love i know is running through my veins
by kara
—*—
when my simple mind takes over
think about my eyes
there see through
never realize how i see
till it's gone bigger better than it ever was
when time's up i feel different
like i had it all along
but really i could never see it
in the shadow your ever so cold
now your free, you shine
your so much prettier than me
they believe in god
he's so much bigger in your eyes
really never made me smile....
—*—
said he was trying to get over you
his heart's stuck his palms are cold
he's asked you twice
hangs his head high and is overly nice
he doesn't understand
tell him for good break his heart
you know he's closen up
he knows he better start
he thinks he's losen her leavin' her behind
she says he's wonderful but not my kind
by:mike
—*—
evol
"Love is an anagram for evil." he said
"But evil has an I." she replied
"O...you're right." he said
Then she left.
—*—
**I Made This**
I am suppose to be a poet
but I only write non-fiction
and I never make the jokes up on my own.
When I 'm feeling a bit creative
I might sample others works
and steal a clever character or two,
and if I'll feeling really lazy
I won't care if a really long line stuffs up the rhythm of the whole poem.
(My sister is an English Scholar)
"In other words," she snaps,
"You lie, you cheat
and you have no imagination."
—*—
The Average Woman
Warmth on my skin,
Can't compete with the heat in my bossom
it's where you've been.
Never thought a world so fine
tell me once more, the love, if you dare
-love so devine-
Not ever again
heart of mine
slow to the beat of an average woman.
—*—
CHALK
watching you smile away
so relieved, never deceived
my beauty
spinning, linger down
lips of chalk
are now kissing me
wishing we could fly
i could make you run
and make you cry
for the first time
glide away i feel your sea
a rock and roll
is a safer row with me
come child
i can feel it
i can breathe
i am willing
washing wishes
with flowing kisses
washing wishes
with bleeding kisses
—*—
Stained Glass
Our love,
its weight and light,
refracted through stained glass.
Lead armature once held bright lives.
Now we're all mixed color,
lead holding us
in place.
—*—
Progress
Data,
information,
[branch] communication,
decision, action. Do until.
Evolve.
—*—
Paper-clip Origami
This is America.
This is what Americans do,
bending ancient tools
into suddenly recognizable forms.
Sometimes because we need a durable new animal
to swallow our world.
Sometimes because it's been a restless afternoon,
with nothing better to do.
—*—
Joan The Ark
Holding us within,
her animals of all stripes,
floating through the years.—*—
Dancing
I've tried
dancing as if
there was no one watching.
But self-consciousness always wins.
The quiet dancing eyes,
silent judgments,
intrude.
—*—
i said nothing
would of but it's to hard on my mind
never been one to try
missed so much
all my love's touch
i came to me
helped me wait
helped me understand what i never had
i'm still not the same
struggling pushing my wieght deep.....
by mike
—*—
i'm scared to lose you
you know i am
i adore your thoughts
wish i could see them all
center of someones hate
makes me sad
i wish i could protect you
the only way for it all
is to cover my feeling and sparkle..
kara your great i love you to death i'll write a better one in time.
love mike
—*—
Damp
Dark
Illuminated only by the light of
a silver moon
and your eyes
Hot
Cold
as your fingers
as your tears
hissing on my open wounds
and your voice on my lips
Laugh
Cry
as you love me
as you don't
your violation of my soul
leaves me breathless
Dream
Die
as you kill me
as you give me life
your love leaves me wanting
and waiting for the touch.
Live
Love
with or without you
as you hurt me
as you haunt me
with the moon in your eyes.
—*—
god
you've never made an appearance
other than through thoughts and hate
if you are so great why do you cause so much pain
you'll strike me down i'm sure if i'm wrong
but i'll live in the shine of it all
if there's no heaven this must be hell
mike
—*—
LIKE AUTUMN YOU CAME TO ME
SHARPLY COOL-
BLOWING ALL BEFORE CLEAN.
YOUR LEAF GREEN EYES AND GENTLE HANDS
STEADILY EXPLORE MY WINDING AVENUES.
BEREFT-
I GLIDE
ADMIRING THE COSMOPOLITAN WALK OF YOU.
STANDING NEAR, YOUR HAIR IS SOIL-DARK
AND A POEM RISES IN ME
WIDE AS THE FIELDS OF CHILDHOOD
AND WONDERINGLY DEEP.
BETWEEN US, THE WILLOWS ARE
RACING TO GRACE THE BREEZE OF TENSION-
OUR HEAT
A BOWED OAK TREE.
—*—
Water
by Alanis M.
Water,It streams in streams and down the faces
of heart break.Water,it falls from the sky and
in to the bathtub of a stressed out day.Water,
it is here, it is there,it is any where you want
to put it.Choose carefully.—*—
THE DARKNESS
She's sitting in the darkness,
with tears in her eyes.
He's hurt her again,
and the pain she can't hide.
As much as she wants to,
she doesn't mean enough.
She knows it's hopeless,
but she's gotta be tough.
So she gives it a chance,
sets her feelings aside.
He gives her more promises,
and leaves her with lies.
Always believing,
only to be let down.
You could see her pretty smile,
fade into a frown.
—*—
R.I.P.
Thy hurt which led me to death,
was all said in a single breath.
My sadness and my sorrow,
shall lead me to no morrow.
For thy pain and hurt I cannot bear,
gave me nothing to dispare.
Suicide my only way,
gave me hope to repay.
To leave thy earth without a trace,
for my presence as it stands a "total disgrace."
—*—
when change is set before change begins
life is meant to be lived while you stand aside
by:mike truman
—*—
Silent Scream
Crying silently invisible tears
Choking on pride, showing no fear
Your unseen rage
Encumpaces the cage
That holds you at ransom
You walk without seeing
You scream without speaking
Who do they know
The real you doesn't show
Are you a plastic flower in a vast jungle
An exposion with a silent rumble
Maybe it's all just an endless dream
When you awake, they'll hear you scream
*-Debra Michaels-*
—*—
Heaven's Orb
Mykel Parleir
A perfect orb on a cloudless night
I stare to the distance and wonder
sea's of blue and surface white
another world for earth to plunder
Ever moving and still it's there
watching as we live our lifes
crying softly when we fail
never knowing our successes
The orb will watch through every age
every night of every place
seeing birth and mourning death
till the day we turn the final page
—*—
FOREVER AND A DAY
Entwined were they
Entwined for all of life
Forever and a day were they
Through all the world's strife.
In love were they
Though all said they could not
Forever and a day were they
Peace is all they sought.
Lovers were they
The kind whose love endures
Forever and a day were they
For true love hath no cure.
—*—
The room so silent but is filled with the sounds of death
The room is red but not with blood
The room is death
-Steven Weinberg
—*—
The Plug
The sound of the electric plug
why does it strive to buzz
does it wish to impress me
or downright depress me
It never ceases to stop
with its unique buzzing sound
Buzz all day buzz all night
buzz untill you give me a fright
But keep on buzzing while you can
because if you ever stop we'll replace you
better stock better brand
—*—
Bored
Bored bored beyond relif
needing a reason to keep
to keep this life this body this world
or to simply find something to eat
Updated April 11, 1997
—*—
your fatality emerges from the darkness,....as I cringe at the sight
of your wafer of a body.....kindly,..I look away in disgust..remembering
how vulgur you were,.....I ran to the bathroom...scraping at my skin..
unclean from your fingers and lips,.....soap,...water,....to wash away this feeling of emptiness,...and
seclusion,....many tears have been lost due to you....may your life go
on with...an untimely bruise...
—*—
STRANGER
Her supple body
abandoned by the cold
Longing to be stoked,
felt,
plucked,
played.
She's know fingers
rough on her spine.
But she's left.
Her eyes cracked with ice
and lashes brittle
breasts barren and empty
and her heart taps weakly on her ribcage.
Strangers smirk and sneer
and quicken when they happen by.
And she cries frozen tears that pause on her chin
and find solace in her cement home.
—*—
The End of the Raven
by Edgar Allan Poe's Cat
On a night quite unenchanting, when the rain was downward slanting,
I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for.
Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven,
Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door.
"Raven's very tasty," thought I, as I tiptoed o'er the floor,
"There is nothing I like more"
Soft upon the rug I treaded, calm and careful as I headed
Towards his roost atop that dreaded bust of Pallas I deplore.
While the bard and birdie chattered, I made sure that nothing clattered,
Creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered, as I crossed the corridor;
For his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and weird decor--
Bric-a-brac and junk galore.
Still the Raven never fluttered, standing stock-still as he uttered,
In a voice that shrieked and sputtered, his two cents' worth --
"Nevermore."
While this dirge the birdbrain kept up, oh, so silently I crept up,
Then I crouched and quickly leapt up, pouncing on the feathered bore.
Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore--
Only this and not much more.
"Oooo!" my pickled poet cried out, "Pussycat, it's time I dried out!
Never sat I in my hideout talking to a bird before;
How I've wallowed in self-pity, while my gallant, valiant kitty
Put and end to that damned ditty"--then I heard him start to snore.
Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I abhor,
Jumped--and smashed it on the floor.
—*—
Philly
Now the bus breathes
like a stolen cow.
Junkies
like clothed lovers.
Lips on
napalm.Churches open stuffed mouths.Children of cake
hats.Mother Byrd,
lemon hippo,throwing her life
to God.This is where Rizzo tugged black men
out of tan lincolns.Where god keeps
his muddy shoes.The table of begging.
All I know is it will never eat my
talk. And that is howI pull on my coat
and twenty dollar sneaks,
and lambs heart, and brass
soul,
and make it.
—*—
Soft Love
Winds blowing soft
through your place.
Was that someone in the shadow?
Or me, kissing you face?
Soft as fur
that whispers into ears,
the way to marry shadows
Is learned in many years!
Copyright 1996
(In order for a copyright notice to valid, it has to contain a name. You cannot copyright
anonymous poems. jr)
—*—
untitled
a field of sorrow
an acre of grain
a puddle full of stubble
a hailstorm of Pain
the stars of disTrust
the moon a lonely sight
a day full of defeat
an evening of dispite
—*—
A Modern World
Fear of difference,
Or just plain ignorance
Does not embroider our minds
In an educational way.
Religion and race,
Shouldn't matter
In this futuristic world
Of high tech citizens.
—*—
Why should I be there for you?
If you're not there for me,
Why should I be there for you?
You just want your life to be easy,
Well life isn't like that,
I know.
—*—
Vinegar or Honey
One faced me with a deadly sword,
I quickly used my shield.
One faced me with a kindly deed,
and now I find I yield.
One smacked me with a clenched-up fist,
I yelped and ran for cover.
One gave me a big bear hug,
I wished he was my mother.
So if you wish to convince me, friend,
Please, think before you speak.
Vinegar never won the game,
When bees are what you seek.
(c) 1997, Kathryn Terrell
—*—
My Creator Lives
We listened to the wind,
we knew His voice was there.
It rang all through the trees
and rustled through my hair.
We watched the shadows fly,
as day gave way to night--
a blanket spread around me,
which kept the darkness bright.
We viewed the starry sky,
an eternity of space.
Beyond Orion shone a light,
that bathed a heavenly place.
(c) 1996, Kathryn Terrell
—*—
AT A WALL
in my second skin
i can't let you in.
no one can see me-
tears
like springs for
springs swallow
an ocean of held back cries-
"you soft man--
you bleed for what?"
tears like rivers
at a river's edge in blackmare
recalled as a bad movie--
in my second skin
i
can't let you in.
JHill
—*—
End Of February
leaves
bleed fossil
into sidewalks-
I'm in no mood
for snowman or angel
—*—
i will shed my glass for you-
my fragile skin--gaggle grow
like dead lizard belts
hung forgotten in some totem infested
roadside parody of ancient life.
Homing in on festered memory,
guided by spirit fingers,
turned like idols to mercy--
Casting balls of sun into shadows
sucking that foul loathsome rage down
until it fills my hate...
Flower like earning a reputation
for digression.
—*—
w/out poetry
or disease
w/out empathy
or apathy
w/out entering
or exiting
w/out hopefully
or wanting
w/out depleting
or inflating
w/out having
or waiting...
w/out everything
or anything...
w/out you....
—*—
A babbling river,
I sit and ponder, cool breeze.
sharp clouds, whisper...
—*—
LIKE LEAVES OF FALL
WE RETURN TO EARTH
GROW NEW IN SPRING
AND REGO BIRTH
BLACK OR WHITE
WE ARE ALL THE SAME
WE DIE BACK TO EARTH
FROM WHICH WE CAME
—*—
i like this open mic thing
as a way to share this poetry
and i'm writing as i go along
because this is all i've really got
—*—
God, i've shed tears...lost them...like i've lost my way...
though you're not here...damn it...i still feel the same...
and i have lost faith...given it up...like the rest of my life...
and each passing day...tears corrupt...and i want to die...
—*—
Untitled
a delicate goddess sings in then night
and stares at the moon, the languid
sky
shadows blow through her hair
still time trips on.
—*—
I heard the trumpet sound, and I knew the world was ending,
and I thought, "Oh, hell! I better start believing!"
So I went to church that day to find total hypocracy,
and walked away amazed at the what they called "worshipping."
—*—
fragile beginnings
shredded by Ignorance
Spirit's solemn, gentle tears
—*—
Who Am I Kidding?
Camden Smith
Who am I kidding?
I miss you.
I miss you insanely.
Who am I kidding?
none of my friends,
none of my friends who've looked inside
Who am I kidding?
someone I wish I weren't
someone I wish was here
Who am I kidding?
the one I love,
the one I've loved from the beginning
Who am I kidding?
the love of my life
the love,
the love that's gone
—*—