Poetry Blogs (May)
Good food side by side,
Poems two by two,
Just walk, walk my friend to the Joy,
From the darkness, walk now to your summer.
Hera disbelieving Zeus kicks
Him between the legs. He smiles
Surprised by joy
And my lover said to me
Walk to the door of joy
And well come me
Revisiting revenge underneath pie trucks
Like a rampant ground hog day
Funny and r...
Tuesday 15th May 2018 7:52 am
Black and blue
A bruise's hue
And the colors of many others
Look up at the sky
On a stormy day
As the clouds cry
Blue and gray
Your silhouette black
Against the flash of the Lightning above
It's courage you lack
And your hopes fly away with the dove
It's not the lion, I'm afraid, that carries the pride
But the Lightning that paralyzed you as it bide...
Friday 30th March 2018 4:18 pm
Gunpowder walk around, a spark was sobbing
Underneath secrets hopping alongside humans
Inbetween trees weeping in regret
Wet willy, slippering down the slope. Pointing at
Your directionless forehead. Hop aboard the bumpy ride.
Wear a helmet. Your tongue is like a whip... but why!
Tip of the tonge. Sharp or soft
A host of feminist vegans
Lie in a pool of his o...
Tuesday 9th May 2017 9:29 am
the rain so light is
so light it hardly noticed be
tickles the ransom
and the bluebell
to fill this world of wood
budding leaf pale green
with all the powers of the earth
no birds sing today
clustering within themself
taking shelter where they may
and in this silence footsteps
against this thickening
wall of summer
coming drown from the hills
in the drying drainin...
Saturday 2nd May 2015 10:18 pm
On this day you left.
The Earth could no longer handle your grace, for this world can be an ugly place.
We couldn't handle your departure by ourselves. You showed us that we still have each other and that family is more than we were allowing it to be. Some of us will recoil and shrink. We look at them and we think about growth, our own extra terrestrial face as universal...
Monday 21st May 2012 4:56 pm
Into the riot of the spring
sirens are calling my soul
what the hell is wrong with me?
I feel like I'm a thousand years old
But I've just been a boy
who started a million fires
went down on his knees and then prayed
to catch another glimpse of your face
That day you were wearing a skirt
the day you made my knees shake
all that distant time...
Sunday 15th May 2011 11:40 pm