You can shut your eyes
Tightly if it suits you but
The light still seeps in.
Eyelashes intertwine and
Blossom into mushrooms, plucked
Off and served with wheat or rye
Maybe both if you are
Ravenous
~*~
I pressed the question
to the churn, I lifted up her
veil.
I saw the danger in her eyes
flatly cold,
pail.
Pushed her through the open window,
with wings, but
she could fly.
I found that hell is never far
I found
that I could lie.
VANRE10583@aol.com
~*~
Nocturnal Retrospective
We spent the night
In each other's arms
Beautiful
were the sights
Beneath the sinking sun
We spent the night
Thinking of new ways
To make our
love become whole
Without the threat of haze
We spent the night
Like a pair of pure white
doves
Who, meeting in flight,
Fall completely in
love
But now the night is over
The sun's risen once
again
One more day to be your lover
For ever and a
day
~*~
Eat my brain, Kill my pain
Wash all my troubles down the drain
Let the red flood wash away the hurt
Keep your composure, wear it like a shirt
Never let them know your hate
Confine them to a terrible fate
Greed and lust Hunger and Pain
That'll be thier only gain
Sing with me this last refrain
Let me die to live again.
~*~
Goodbye
Goodbye
I hate you
You lied
You said you loved me
You, you, egh, you
That's how I'd describe you
Egh
You cheated
You used me
I hate you
Goodbye
This is what I say every day
But, not to a man or guy but to myself.
By Zoe
~*~
Rain or pain
serenity remain
If life contains love
By Gerald Al LeBlanc, Sr.
this is my original work
~*~
(Untitled - Two Tankas)
I
The Evening News
Spin-Drys polyester tears
Seg-Way to Seg-way
Drizz'ling sound bytes honey-like
Upon dazzle-hungry ears
II
The welcome stranger
And the soon forgotten friend
Are now forever
The sound of one hand clasping
The echoes of the other
~*~
THE SPARROW
I am made by God, fed by God,
and cared for by him
I soar like a plane over oceans & mountains,
over treetops & houses.
I travel from one place to another with
the wind under my wings.
I fly with a freedom those in captivity only
dream about.
I watch the sunsets & sunrises from
atop the church steeples.
Then I place my head beneath my wings,
and rest.
For I know God is watching over me.
~*~
Poem to a Reader
I am afraid of you
you who read this
you that are not image
of my own. I have nothing.
I live with your eyes.
Who are you to know
what I feel? Who
am to hear?
We are the only ones
who know me now.
Reading you sing my voice.
I sleep with your notes.
I know the color of your eyes.
~*~
THE INACCESSIBLE KING: BY M. 15
A SILKEN WORLD
CALLING FOR ME
YEARNING FOR ME
PAST AND AWAY
WAS IT ONCE THERE?
I FEEL YOU INSIDE ME
I FEEL YOUR YOUTH
I FEEL YOUR TOUCH
SATIN TOUCHES OF YOUR WORDS
NOT KNOWING IF THEY WERE EVER SPOKEN
WHITE PASSIONS BURN BETWEEN OUR TIMES
COME TO ME
I NEED TO FEEL YOU, TOUCH YOU
SLIDE PAST THE TIMES
I CAN'T SEEM TO REACH YOU
I'M GIVING YOU MY HAND
TOUCH IT, HOLD IT
I REACH FOR YOU
SLIDE PAST THE TIMES
~*~
Love comes but only once
I seen it,
And it's seen me.
Together we met,
And parted on harsh.
I regret what I said,
And wish we could go back.
But I must move on,
For love somes but only once.
For after once,
It moves on,
Unless can you grasp on.
For then you are lucky,
Because true love is hard to keep.
~*~
True love is fast,
Yet so slow.
True love is easy,
Yet harder the more you know.
True love is quiet,
Yet gets louder the further you go.
Stick with true love,
For it will stick to you.
~*~
You see me happy,
Although there is pain inside.
You hear me laugh,
When I cry inside.
I hide my pain,
For I know you have moved on.
I love you still,
Always 'N' Forever.
~*~
DOORWAY
CHRISTOPHER LUDTKE
THERE WAS A MAN STANDING AT THE CORNER,
NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO OR WHAT TO SAY,
HE KNEW IN HIS HEART WHAT HE HAD BECOME,
BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOU ALONE,
YOU WERE HIS REASON FOR LIVING AND FOR DYING,
DEATH IS NOT FEAR BUT A DOORWAY TO THE UNKNOWN.
~*~
go away, i miss you too much
i hate you for the way you make me feel
can't you see i'm bleeding
~*~
i paid for skin and moonlight
with our friendship
and now its more
than i can afford
~*~
this isolated eclipse
came from our selfish desires
i used to be the only one
who understood
now talking to you is a joke
and you wont even tell me why
~*~
There is nothing wrong with me.
I simply stand in a darker forest,
look up to taller trees.
I fall from greater hights.
***************************
I must have sounded so prophetic,
the words just rolled like days.
It is death who watches everyman,
so lustfull in his gaze.
Mike Van Rensselaer
~*~
CIRRUS SUNSET
bleeding heart of stone
submerged in a pool of love
ripples stain the sky
~*~
The stars of love Version # 2
Late at night I sit and stare...
Staring at the stars of love....
And late at night I sit and think...
What I see saddens me....
A love lost and forgoten...
A star shining like a tear missplassed....
Fallen from a lovers heart....
And I think of what there used to be....
When we would sit together.....
Staring.....
At the stars of love...
~*~
Beach, Night
Lock-step we fall
toward the sand, the
water urges, pulse
of the defeated sun
threading in the sand.
We, curled in the feather
of each wave,
cadence,
breathe in the seam of
the measureless sea and
the immured slope.
Little shells.
~*~
Write!
inside of me are words
hopes
dreams
agonies
longing to come out
yet confined to hell
by the rules of another man's skill.
who cares how you write
as long as you do.
who cares what you speak
as long as you try.
don't let the pain of confinement
let the words dry up
let them out
if only to live and breathe
as they should-
for you.
~*~
Writer's Block
I sit here,
Hands poised on home row
Anticipating the thought
That never comes.
I stare at the blank screen,
Searching for inspiration
In the eye-watering whiteness,
And realize I need to dust it.
~*~
Writer's Rebellion
Visions of castle doors
Locked up by meter.
Free verse
Collects in my soul
Like puddles of molten lava.
Can this be true-
An acre of grain
Held to one line,
perhaps two
if the syllables are correct?
Do dreams come out that way?
In form and counted word?
Let no man
Hold you back
From dreaming
In Cinemascope.
~*~
as i watch you melt
i pray to be awakened from this dream.
i scream and scream but my cries are not heard
while i watch your heart disintegrate.
then i slowly look up to see what's left,
but all i see is agonizing pain.
i close my eyes to soon find out
when i open them
i see a mirror.
~*~
3.2 blonde children play
beside trailered boats on streets
named Dogwood and Locust
suburban haiku
concrete images
alX
~*~
ODE TO DOROTHTY PARKER
Oh Dorothy - you woman ahead of your time.
Wit and witticism, biting words of envy,
caustic in every sharp line.
The round table rested your haughty head,
surrounded by your friends and foes
who juicily swallowed all you said.
Oh Dorothy - such venom for one so smart.
Some may call it trash and kitsch.
I tend to call it art.
~*~
First Kiss
Swallowed into the darkness
Lost in the mist
Hidden under a rock
Never to be seem again
Mixed into a memory
Lost inside a dream
Erroided into a river
To float out of a mind
~*~
Riding shotgun
Spoils of war
I got hit
Bullets through the door
The brothers got down
But I bit the ground
My colures went red
And now I'm dead
So much for shotgun
Poor choice of doors
Was my first thought
Wish I'd taken another
Wish it'd been a brother
But who's the real loser
This game had gone to shit anyway
I was thinking I'd overstayed
I got out before it got worse
Who knows what's next
But it's gotta be better
No matter, whatever
~*~
DARK RAIN:
Dark Rain
With much pain
No one to care
No one to share
Stories untold
Much to unfold
Hearts broken
Lives stolen
Nothing to show for the pain
Except the Dark Rain
~*~
EVERY DAY WE MOURN DOGS THAT DIE!! SO WE TRY TO GROW WING"S TO FLY. "BUT STILL WE MOURN THEM DOGS THAT DIE!! IM GOING TO GROW WING"S SO THAT I CAN FLY. THEN I WON'T HAVE TO MOURN DOGS THAT DIE!!!! R.J.M.
SHDOWWORRIOR@WEBTV.NET
~*~
I dream of a country lane,
where sun weaves silken memories
in daffodil rhapsody:
the parting of your lips,
and the warm embrace
of your breath around my neck.
by paul edward sternberg (PesCeram@aol.com)
~*~
Ideas and Imaginations
Flowing through my mind
Where do they come from?
Around in circles they drag me
But to put into words
Are only empty lines on my paper
So I stop.....
I try to mix the words together
With slow strokes of my pen
With much frustration
On the paper they go
Making sense to only me
When the music is played right
~*~
-A King's Last Night-
Let's celebrate the Night
All the myths of the ages
Persian Pleasures,Arabian brew
Let's give of music
Aura candle rue
A hundred musicians for me & you
- tapestry colors a million hues
Let's give of magic
A mystic's creed
Kashir treasures to believe
Drink the tears of the vine(crying, crying into wine)
And for your heavy
Weary head
A woman, a bottle
And a bed...
john laplaca
docdeeds@aol.com
~*~
Trombones and Poultry
Violet collects glance and shakes her hips
Falls through mountains, or molehills
Or ritzy penthouse suites
trombones sound the blinking of caked eyelids
Paint, pain, poetry, please
These are a few of my favourite things
Violet has a white rose, and a one dollar bill
From a begger, a monk
What difference does it make
As long as she clutches them
Crushing them to her breast
As long as the music moves on
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