Voice of Mother (a poem)
My latest poem. This time the style of the poem wasn't influenced by any other poets (see my previous poetry posts), it is mine own style. Or one version of it anyway :) Voice of... More »
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My latest poem. This time the style of the poem wasn't influenced by any other poets (see my previous poetry posts), it is mine own style. Or one version of it anyway :) Voice of... More »
The straightest road curves as earth bends all matter No care of commitment for lover or friend Just spaces and places at jugular distance Heart in the throat while a sad story ends
He held the green paper gun to my head, "Do it!" My voice shaking I responded, "Do what?" Do what. That's just it! He wanted me to live a life I could not enjoy He... More »
Dream of evergreen days Mist floats amid trees in salty air Rock and cobble lie beside pathways formed from a million years of washing waves Troubles of the world passed All liquid emotion spent Dream of... More »
Obligation I refuse In this fouling sea of mud Payment is usurious Of one's heart and seed and blood But for life I would be dressed In harness for my debt to you Servicing the interest... More »
Truth is the element found in the mines Never unravels and never unwinds Never betrays or enforces distress Or barks up a tree on a whimsical guess Hard as an insight can be to deploy... More »
Let's fly to fields to paint our love On parchment white as mourning dove On all the moment day can fill On song on scent on wish on will On sweetest sighings lips may share... More »
I was going through a box of old photos last night looking for a specific photo from when I was 4 years old. I didn't find it, which is upsetting because it means there are... More »
there's nothin myzti cal in the aire, no purfied form with surety fair. so, skirr, menald birdie, take up no resi dance, but nonly zamin dous take Thou chance. there's nothin myzti and no thing... More »
6/4/8 i want to be like the mad Grocer of applegate. He stocks his shelves with what we need: shoes, linens, bread and wine. He trades Joe's jersey milk for Mrs. Taylor's cut flowers. He... More »