Poetry Blog by david patrick simon (2016)
xxx Sunday afternoons / the nowhere poems
crinkled smiles,
left over
cracker jacks
buried deep
between my
couch"s
hot leather
cushions.
sticky fingers,
still moistened
from safari
adventures
from head
to toes.
chests rising
trying to
find balance
by taking in
big gulps
of air..
making love
with you
spontaneously
again and
again
on a sunday
a...
Thursday 17th November 2016 11:21 pm
a suite for martyrs laughing / the nowhere poems
jesus walk
holes in
my left
shoe,
wandering
for meaning
on this
Tuesday
smoked
afternoon.
back aching
from the
weight of
loving you.
pickled herring
breath
washed with
beer fills
my mouth
with solace.
my broken
cell phone
lies a couple
of streets
back shattered
unable
to call
anyone
...Sunday 13th November 2016 12:19 am
something lost right in the middle / the nowhere poems
you run
out the
torn front
screen door,
like a
runaway
child
begging
for the
cover of
the blackest
night,
hoping to
find a
second
do over
chance at
your
Sacramento
virginity,
dorthy
without
toto.
it is one
hell of
a lonely
place.
you need
the time
to catch
your breath,
...
Friday 11th November 2016 10:53 pm
the moment of a open heart / the nowhere poems
this time,
like old
clothing
that no
longer
fits.
or a
last breath
from a
martyrs
mouth.
there is
love for
you.
encouragement
of saints.
and you
have made
a difference
in me,
like a hot
desert wind
to the
sandstone
in a
canyon's
calico
wall.
over time
under you.
...
Monday 7th November 2016 4:12 pm
the broken angel poem
though
life's
torns may
entwine and
bleed our
hearts
dry in
suffering.
in full
witness of
God's
open eyes.
asking
pendance,
I would lie
down and
surrender
to you,
and shelter
you from
any harm
or doubt
in love..
the giving
is the
salvation
of turning
black
to light.
to ...
Monday 17th October 2016 4:37 pm
parrot dreams
the dumb
bird sits
and sways
on it's
splintered
wooden bar
and sings.,
one song
one voice
over and
over again.
like a
prisioner
sentenced
somewhere
between
5-10.
parole not
a option
news papers
and seed
cuisine
a blessing.
and by
some miracle
we share
the same
love life,
...
Saturday 15th October 2016 6:49 pm
these days
walking like
old wobbly
peg
out of
it's hole
upon some
broken
game board
reality of
me.
open questions
in my head
fall through
me like
dirty
water falling
through some
circling cosmic
drain.
and for
ever in a
day,
I thought I
would be
the one
for you.
you window
shopped me
go...
Thursday 13th October 2016 6:48 pm
a classic romance of ten seconds or less
swaying
to the
beat of
a pacific
sunset
breeze
in her
camaro
red
dress,
just up the
road
on highway
101.
she leans
alittle
to the
right,
like a
classic
old race
car,
with the
back tires
slightly
under
inflated
to stategically
hold the
curves.
and once
...Wednesday 12th October 2016 11:25 pm
eggs over done pity on the side and toast
eggs burning
in the next
room,
skillet pan
sizzling
with no
relief,
blind sided
by her
awkward
canalope
smile,
her sunday
best
dress torn
from a
tug and
a pull,
I stumble like
a one legged
man in
full retreat.
having met
my match
and then
some.
bruised with
purple
...Friday 7th October 2016 7:39 pm
captions
the taste
of goodbye
on her
pirate
lips,
hot breath
as she
opens
her mouth
for the
last time
just for
me.
her kid
playing like
a orphan
child neglected
the next
room.
her mother
and I
lying naked
across her
bed
exhausted
on this
sunday
afternoon.
radio:s
on in
the next
...Wednesday 5th October 2016 7:20 pm
The disapointment of rotten tangerines
the bad
taste
lingers in
my
mouth,
like a
wide mouth
kiss of
a old woman
who has
smoked
25 years
of her life
.
ash and
burnt offerings.
the fruit
of her
soul is
gone,
running
down the
drain of
forever,
like a
runnaway
cat
dodging cars
on a open
four lane
highway.
and...
Tuesday 4th October 2016 11:06 pm
E poems / the 4 a.m. poem
it is
the mazes
in between
the 4 a.m
moments,
when you
will find
yourself
spiritually
lost,
like a
broken
oared
ship
without
a compass
or stars
to find
it's way.
or canvass
belly white
sails
without
pacific
salt
winds
to blow
them full..
these moments
of the
heart,
wit...
Monday 19th September 2016 10:26 pm
Emer's poems to faith
somewhere
behind
your smile.
hidden
like
small
child
playing hide
and seek.
where your
paternal
love
searches for
a new
meaning,
and time
begins a
new expression
of life
without
him.
like a black
sky left
barren to
a falling
star.
where one
heart beat
begins
where
there...
Monday 19th September 2016 6:26 pm
sunset beach confessions
10:00 o'clock
in the morning,
she's gone.
she is lying
underneath
somebody elses
sweat
by now.
chipped
dirty dishes
in the kitchen
sink peek out
and yawn,
knowing quite
well that no one
will be
waking
up to
attend to
them anytime
soon.
12 little
aluminum can
soldiers lie
wasted across
my be...
Thursday 15th September 2016 7:26 pm
E poems
the father / daughter dance
no spaces
imbetween.
death / life,
past thoughts
shared
thoughts
blossomed
within
a single
smile upon
your face.
will always
be remembered.
dreams he
had for
you now lie
still but
true in
the blackest
of nights,
like open
ended
questions
lying bleached
under a
...Thursday 15th September 2016 12:26 am
31 days / sept 8th
his broke back
walk shuffles
down the alley
way,
like a three
legged dog
leaning heavy
to the right.
shattered wino
bottles crumble
under his
shoes,
a party
missed
recently moved to
some other
desperation
local.
in his
back pockets
friends of
choice
jack daniels
and old
jim beam,
I wat...
Thursday 8th September 2016 12:25 am
the 31 day poems / sept.7th
it is
the light
changing
hue
in your
eyes,
the rythem of
your breathing
broken by
a morning:s
first kiss.
the tangle
of our toes
when we
first awake.
the yearning
for eternity
in each other's
heart.
the baptism
of fire in
our loins
as you
make love
to me.
the rolling
of words
of alligence
...
Wednesday 7th September 2016 10:35 pm
the 31 day p[oems / sept. 5th
your thoughts
wander to night,
like a alley cat
stalking something
something black
something hiding
in the
corners
of your heart.
and still
your sleep
eludes you,
and time
is a river
that covers
over you.
like a
fine silt
from a
neptune
oceans spray.
and your
voice in
the night
is only
for you.
...Wednesday 7th September 2016 9:11 pm
the 31 day poems/sept 3rd
the wind
fleeing across
my face
holds so
many secrets
of us.
held close
to the vest,
buried in
deep places
long forgotten.
untouched
or unthought about
for decades
upon decades
upon decades.
but now
and I
can't explain,
the wind
whisphers
your name
to me.
and I have
no answer
in return.
...
Tuesday 6th September 2016 7:46 pm
the 31 day poems / sept.2nd
the 31 day poems / sept 2nd
you would
fall to me,
and I
to you,
like pirate
rainbows
over virgin
sky
or the arch
of your
back,to
my tender
touch,
as we lie
naked on
our bed.
with the
tastes
of our
bodies on
our lips,
and the
satisfaction of
of our seeds
stirring deep.
waiting
wanting.
to fall
...Tuesday 6th September 2016 7:06 pm
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