There is madness in me.
Undisclosed aberration
playing like B grade film
with its grains, black/white.
The sight of you,
desaturated hues.
A suburban bad dream.
Give the hubby a kiss on the cheek,
off to play.
Secrets to make.
I'm the...
(change the reel)
*published in Turbulence Magazine
© 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Where I Left Off
When i stop to think,
i mark my place with you.
My bookmark from reality.
I contemplate life,
love and sometimes God.
But when I'm done
i go back and find you.
Right where i left off.
© 2010
i mark my place with you.
My bookmark from reality.
I contemplate life,
love and sometimes God.
But when I'm done
i go back and find you.
Right where i left off.
© 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Eclipse
Past outreached tips
fingers strain to reach
white turns to red
suitor's love beseech
could I
I would
caress you
till his warm return
©2010
Winter Haiku
cold stays all repeal
interned beneath winter glaze
seed waits spring reprieve
......
bare the snowflake skin
white tide of winter rising
blankets mottled land
© 2010
interned beneath winter glaze
seed waits spring reprieve
......
bare the snowflake skin
white tide of winter rising
blankets mottled land
© 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Muse
I am a firm believer that my Muse is responsible for my creative adventures. Dropping ideas into my brain in ways that let me write. I wish I knew (her) name. She comes and goes, on her schedule it seems driving me mad when she disappears for extended periods of time.
Fool
Deception lies in the jester
with his jangling, colorful crown
dancing with pseudo abandon
drawing the royalty round
queens can't contain cackling
kings remark on his skill
yesterday juggling oranges
today, the royal guards steel
he heightens the frenzy in stages
two blades, then four, then six
one for each of the monarchs.
he strikes with a flick of his wrist
the cackling queens die laughing
kings hearts, excised from their chest
knights, pages and princess
bleeding red like the rest
He has entertained through the ages
living by one morbid rule
laugh if you must at the jester
but never think him a fool.
©2010
with his jangling, colorful crown
dancing with pseudo abandon
drawing the royalty round
queens can't contain cackling
kings remark on his skill
yesterday juggling oranges
today, the royal guards steel
he heightens the frenzy in stages
two blades, then four, then six
one for each of the monarchs.
he strikes with a flick of his wrist
the cackling queens die laughing
kings hearts, excised from their chest
knights, pages and princess
bleeding red like the rest
He has entertained through the ages
living by one morbid rule
laugh if you must at the jester
but never think him a fool.
©2010
Fairy
They found their peace in fields of green
these Elves who lost their heads
one was white, one was black
now both lay gray and dead
A debate, it seems, was raging hot
on the best way to kill gnomes
so engrossed in being right
they wandered from the road
Standing there in knee high grass
exchanging hateful words
neither heard the swift approach
of the Fairy they disturbed
With vicious slash of razor steel
heads lay at their feet
after tidying up a bit
the Fairy went back to sleep
©2010
these Elves who lost their heads
one was white, one was black
now both lay gray and dead
A debate, it seems, was raging hot
on the best way to kill gnomes
so engrossed in being right
they wandered from the road
Standing there in knee high grass
exchanging hateful words
neither heard the swift approach
of the Fairy they disturbed
With vicious slash of razor steel
heads lay at their feet
after tidying up a bit
the Fairy went back to sleep
©2010
A Walk in the Woods
I happened upon a poor maiden fair
at the edge of Wildflower Glen
seems the trolls have had their way
and relieved her of her skin
Blue bird song sings me along
beneath a brilliant blue sky
there in my path, squished rather flat
her suitor, missing his eyes
I meander along the springtime bloom
and stumble upon their steed
bones and brains and guts remain
missing though, most of the meat
Oh, what a journey and story to tell
when I finally reach my roost
where our troll family sits and gingerly sips
on young lover horse meat soup
©2010
at the edge of Wildflower Glen
seems the trolls have had their way
and relieved her of her skin
Blue bird song sings me along
beneath a brilliant blue sky
there in my path, squished rather flat
her suitor, missing his eyes
I meander along the springtime bloom
and stumble upon their steed
bones and brains and guts remain
missing though, most of the meat
Oh, what a journey and story to tell
when I finally reach my roost
where our troll family sits and gingerly sips
on young lover horse meat soup
©2010
Changing
Changing the river
its course and flow
starts with the eddy's
that swirl round my toes
I've shucked my good socks
plopped on the dock
and I watch
as the barges drift by
Changing the seasons
winters cold skies
starts with the sunshine
behind my blue eyes
my arm gives a whip
flat rock is skipped
and I watch
as the barges drift by
Changing my thinking
my wants and needs
starts with the swaying
of the cattail reeds
to skivvies I've stripped
in for a dip
and I wave
as the barges drift by
©2010
its course and flow
starts with the eddy's
that swirl round my toes
I've shucked my good socks
plopped on the dock
and I watch
as the barges drift by
Changing the seasons
winters cold skies
starts with the sunshine
behind my blue eyes
my arm gives a whip
flat rock is skipped
and I watch
as the barges drift by
Changing my thinking
my wants and needs
starts with the swaying
of the cattail reeds
to skivvies I've stripped
in for a dip
and I wave
as the barges drift by
©2010
Rennovation Needed
I fell off the floor today
and landed somewhere lower
"Come here" she said,
"I'll kiss your boo boo better"
She stubs my toe
and I fall again
Face down on the cold tile floor
I notice the grout is dirty
"Honey, our grout is dirty"
"Has been for some time" she says
©2010
and landed somewhere lower
"Come here" she said,
"I'll kiss your boo boo better"
She stubs my toe
and I fall again
Face down on the cold tile floor
I notice the grout is dirty
"Honey, our grout is dirty"
"Has been for some time" she says
©2010
One of those days
The day created, once again,
a sourness in my gut
much to the dismay
of the fellow next to me
on the bus ride home
In my defense,
his pus filled complaints
about nothing and everything
strained things inside me so much
I made a deposit on his suit
Most of the other humans
were repulsed
A few true blue
open minded souls like myself
saw the justice and helped
drown out his yelling
with uncontrolled laughter
©2010
a sourness in my gut
much to the dismay
of the fellow next to me
on the bus ride home
In my defense,
his pus filled complaints
about nothing and everything
strained things inside me so much
I made a deposit on his suit
Most of the other humans
were repulsed
A few true blue
open minded souls like myself
saw the justice and helped
drown out his yelling
with uncontrolled laughter
©2010
Houston, I have a problem
Flight plan stained with coffee
no help from mission control
should I be this close to Neptune
did I forget to pitch and roll
Mr. Armstrong must be laughing
but he just went to the moon
for Gods sake I'm an astronaut
they pay me to know what to do
Flip on the retro thrusters
and turn the whirligigs dial
good thing I packed extra undies
i'm gonna be out here a while
©2010
no help from mission control
should I be this close to Neptune
did I forget to pitch and roll
Mr. Armstrong must be laughing
but he just went to the moon
for Gods sake I'm an astronaut
they pay me to know what to do
Flip on the retro thrusters
and turn the whirligigs dial
good thing I packed extra undies
i'm gonna be out here a while
©2010
In Passing
Sharing the space of waiting
Making small talk,
said she found me strange
in an interesting sort of way
She watched me when I wasn't looking
and looked away when I was
Because of this I kept it simple
Saving the games I play for another day
(Last call for the bus to Memphis)
With that we said goodbye
I took a moment, just to look
so she would stay in my head
as I was led away by the call of home
©2010
Making small talk,
said she found me strange
in an interesting sort of way
She watched me when I wasn't looking
and looked away when I was
Because of this I kept it simple
Saving the games I play for another day
(Last call for the bus to Memphis)
With that we said goodbye
I took a moment, just to look
so she would stay in my head
as I was led away by the call of home
©2010
Crash Into the Night
A corpse confined to the tortures
of a slow right lane
asphalt offering up a lullaby
saying it's ok to close my eyes
as I crash into the night
pointless miles behind me
torment me to the point
of taking the last exit into oblivion
©2010
of a slow right lane
asphalt offering up a lullaby
saying it's ok to close my eyes
as I crash into the night
pointless miles behind me
torment me to the point
of taking the last exit into oblivion
©2010
Scream, my machine
Scream, my machine
hollow echos rolling harsh
beyond headlight glow
road map torn
sign posts gone
edge of the world
looming close
night, concealing time
cover distance
I cannot comprehend
forced to run
never done
final destination
predisposed
©2010
hollow echos rolling harsh
beyond headlight glow
road map torn
sign posts gone
edge of the world
looming close
night, concealing time
cover distance
I cannot comprehend
forced to run
never done
final destination
predisposed
©2010
Man Who Isn't There
Stepped off the sidewalk
footprints in the grass
machine, disturbed
comes looking round for me
Had no bad intention
no desire to sin
boys in white
say I can't be running free
I'll take my pill
eat the food you bring
talk to you
about my deep despair
Just please, don't put me back inside
that lonely little room
where I become
the man who isn't there
footprints in the grass
machine, disturbed
comes looking round for me
Had no bad intention
no desire to sin
boys in white
say I can't be running free
I'll take my pill
eat the food you bring
talk to you
about my deep despair
Just please, don't put me back inside
that lonely little room
where I become
the man who isn't there
On the Coming of Night
The half-light time
chimes the clock at six
fire dipped west
in the east, night feeds
on the remains of the day
plump shall she come
dragging the creepys by the bushel
sing your songs
you hidden little things
darkness, your acoustic domain
I shall sit here, coward
among much candle light
till morning
chases you away
chimes the clock at six
fire dipped west
in the east, night feeds
on the remains of the day
plump shall she come
dragging the creepys by the bushel
sing your songs
you hidden little things
darkness, your acoustic domain
I shall sit here, coward
among much candle light
till morning
chases you away
Inevitable
Succumb to domino emotion
eggshell cracked, teetering
un-reacted chain reaction,
but for how long
top heavy downtrodden
and the instability thereof
crash is inevitable
©2010
eggshell cracked, teetering
un-reacted chain reaction,
but for how long
top heavy downtrodden
and the instability thereof
crash is inevitable
©2010
Turnkey Blue
Comes the turnkey
clickity clank
gonna take them keys someday
leave his body where it lay
innocent man, I am
gonna stretch me out
neck, long as the day is hot
oh, my momma done came
full of shame
full of pain
what's you boy gonna do now
clickity clank
gonna take them keys someday
leave his body where it lay
innocent man, I am
gonna stretch me out
neck, long as the day is hot
oh, my momma done came
full of shame
full of pain
what's you boy gonna do now
Grit collection
Grit, the Child
Fathers genetic predisposition
unnatural displays
sexual affection
innocence puddles in the corner
eyes bruised closed
clothed in shame
till shadows came
cocked and locked
unlocked
entry point
exit slightly larger
exchange of dollars
mother goes to child
shadows slip away
____________________
Grit, Socialite
Rubbed grit raw
Sweat sting, beads and rolls
Oppressive lack of light
Life snatched from shadows
leaving the superficial, sheep-like,
huddling in neon blight
Floodwater, alcoholic creep
Inhibitions secede
making midnight royalty
from meek daylight nobodies
Flies, legs stuck
in sticky ointment
pick themselves free
_______________________
Grit
A shower away from another day
that promises nothing better
than the last forty years.
No sign of opportunity,
just the gloomy remnants
of last nights one night stand
strewn about the room.
I wash her off of me
as she leaves with my
hundred dollars
not bothering to say goodbye,
thanks, I love you...
Fathers genetic predisposition
unnatural displays
sexual affection
innocence puddles in the corner
eyes bruised closed
clothed in shame
till shadows came
cocked and locked
unlocked
entry point
exit slightly larger
exchange of dollars
mother goes to child
shadows slip away
____________________
Grit, Socialite
Rubbed grit raw
Sweat sting, beads and rolls
Oppressive lack of light
Life snatched from shadows
leaving the superficial, sheep-like,
huddling in neon blight
Floodwater, alcoholic creep
Inhibitions secede
making midnight royalty
from meek daylight nobodies
Flies, legs stuck
in sticky ointment
pick themselves free
_______________________
Grit
A shower away from another day
that promises nothing better
than the last forty years.
No sign of opportunity,
just the gloomy remnants
of last nights one night stand
strewn about the room.
I wash her off of me
as she leaves with my
hundred dollars
not bothering to say goodbye,
thanks, I love you...
Moving, down, hot, in, love
Moving
moving round circle
slick, kiss
while I'm going
down
down to were
your eyes close
breath gets
hot
hot, sticky
slippery skin
hard to hold each other
in
in the warmth of
you secret place
where we fall in
love
The Mender
Whip stitch the remnants
of your fall apart existance
shall I patch that
or replace the whole panel
play rough among the thorns
in dirt upon your knees
these things will happen
but you've got me
they all have me
needle and thread
making new of yourhalf dead hearts
and afflicted emotional states
just to watch you scurry away
in near new garment
till the briar patch prick
rips you again
Peculiar feeling of future tense
Her lips, beautiful
as she sips strong coffee
a friend to the morning
dragging me along
opening my eyes with the scent of sunshine
and the feel of her conversation
a peculiar feeling of future tense
settles upon me
In Transit
I noticed them, below
they noticed me, above
slowed to a stop, they and I
admiring each others machines
I wanted to be them
on I went, over the bridge
on they went, under the same
tugboat and truck
making our way
Disregarded/Coroner, my friend
Stitched beneath the layers of my face
panoramic scars of all their rage
covered well enough to hide from view
tell tale signs exposed to you
I hear indifference in your tone
cradle my broken bones
dig for secrets deep within
then sow me up again
decide my final resting place
as I languish in my fate
let the truth be known
about my broken home
panoramic scars of all their rage
covered well enough to hide from view
tell tale signs exposed to you
I hear indifference in your tone
cradle my broken bones
dig for secrets deep within
then sow me up again
decide my final resting place
as I languish in my fate
let the truth be known
about my broken home
Sol
Words you have spoken
flowing brisk through the trees
stir the waters at the ends
of my fields
As I reach up to greet you
though obscured by the gray
I have solace that you still
are gold
Broken Rhythm
Gray settles heavy
(what's that guy doing)
pressure on being
(take the dog out)
sorrow on seeing
(what time is your show on)
end of a cycle
(don't eat in the living room)
comes quick like a snap
(i don't care if your friends are allowed to)
snap snap snap
(you did what)
snap
In the news today
man was taken away
found dead, family of three
no use, their apology and plea
no memory of events
just quiet in the brain
man of broken rhythm
rhythm of the strain
Un-hindered
This is a poetry form called Trimeric. First try at it. I know the form is correct, not sure how the content will be received.
Creaking circle path
more now in past than future
clock shows no regret
asking to be re-wound
More now in past than future
lean to scale's light half
dips the heavy platter
unwavered by our plea
Clock shows no regret
despite it's sprung gear
mark, or not, the hour
stagnant it will not be
Asking to be re-wound
by lotion, balm or blade
age internal apparent
no matter smooth exterior
Haiku
My first attempts at modern Haiku
speak to me delta
overflow from river bend
replant summer green
_______________
fray the gentle mood
simple braid to tasseled mop
strands now fall alone
_______________
pebbles swirl water
babble tinkles lullaby
fingerprint of stream
In the beggining
Greetings and welcome to my poetry blog. I used to write way back in high school and reciently started back at it. Most have been posted on facebook but I think they need more space. Please feel free to give constructive crits, comments or just say hi.
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