A heavy mist sits
On the ghosts of trees
Damping sound close
To the dark deep
Fox barks sound far
Through wet air
Thick night
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Famlaaah
She was all
brrap brraap braaa
And he was all
fine fine fine
Where she
melted air with her glare
He was
still cool serene
Her
high pitch siren alarming
His
Warm bass tone disarming
She was all
face in your face to face
As he was
Warm smiles and space
A tuneful duet
Mighty reflection
Power ballard
Of loves
Of affection
She was his yin
He her yan
Lighting their little home
Bright with elan
Our Flo
Let me tell about Flo
Sisterless sister
Brotherless mother
Firebrand lover
Balled-up energy
Caterwaul wife
Flo, you see right
Is no blunt-edged knife
She’ll give you her last
Stand up and be counted
She calls how she sees it
Flo sees right through it
First in the morning
Last down at night
If you’re up for a battle
Flo’s all out to fight
You keep Flo close
Keep her close to your back
Take a breath, drop your guard
She’s already attacked
Sweet menace of mind
Lighting evenings with laughter
Flo burns your night
Brings the dancing tongue
Now you know Flo
See her tenor, her gravity
Your eyes now clear to her
Threat and gentility
When you feel her breath
Some dark quarter drunk sweetly
Keep your wits sharp
Check your tongue for stupidity
Thoughts Are Few
And inconsistent;
largely light, reticent.
Struggling through
some lonely night –
I try to think; so on I write!
Music plays me,
curling strayly,
lost in worlds I cannot own.
Mindless – flightless –
walking slowly…
Soft in brains puss brought to show!
Short and tragically
we peer contemptuously:
Laugh at sordid, life-lost lightly.
On my grounds
I’m sure my folly
when the night brings losers; jolly!
50 Ways in Which I love Her
Those fingers and toes – that’s twenty
Her neck and her nose – There’s 2
Her belly
Her hair
Her smile
Her flair
And of course how she shares
I love you.
In my mind the tally’s now 30
Plus I argue her ‘Love You’s’ worth double
Then here is one more
I assure you, worth four
How she know’s
Every time
When there’s trouble.
From 50, we’re down to 16 (ish)
As my lovers
Hot love
Makes the chart
Some might find me smutty
To point out the putty
My mens-rea, tho’s to
Illume
Love’s dark art!
My ways carry on
Thru this dubious song
Which reminds me
My love birds warm trill
Humming when she finds happiness
When life is less a mess
Her’s the voice of the angels
A pill
Her giggle
Her get up
Her phobias
Like drinking and smoking
And shops
The way she finds worry
In the doe eyes of love
And that peak that she rides
And how quickly she
Stops.
Welcome to love life’s top 5!
Though I’d happily drone till you’re bored.
From the arch of her brow
To the grace in her swing
And her lips,
bitten tender in thought
The second spot’s filled by her breasts
And you might think that bawdily stark, but…
The point of this poem
The top of the chart
Is her forever surprise that she’s stolen my heart.
The Horse and the Cat
Where are you bound cat?
Asked a horse in dulcet tones
Why ask you?
Are you interested in my goings
or comings?
The cat replied.
You, puss,
the horse whinnied.
are too impertinent for my liking!
You – dear horse – are too ignorant for a horse.
This said, the cat rubbed it’s body about the great calves of the equine!
And you, generous feline, are too
bold for a creature of your minority.
Shall we walk?
The cat moved off,
the horse followed.
What a glorious day!
Remarked the cat as they wandered
out to rolling landscapes.
I agree.
Was the horses only exclamation.
Now shall we not continue?
The cat seemed restless.
No; you are correct!
A cloud enveloped them
and the horse,
(in its giant monstrosity)
and the cat,
(in its sly minority)
became one.
The mighty sun beat down on vacant stables
Through the dark our moon glowed on nights effluent stream.
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I’m out on my own
with my dancing –
romancing!
All soulish and lonesome;
all jumpy
and live.
In front?
Maybe once – but now
mostly behind!
It’s a frightening
awakening,
unabashed assault,
on my brain
every day
and it’s sending me old!
Smoked Out Slow
Bored with work ‘cause there’s too much to do
Wasting my time instead listening to music
Writing words to fill my head
Filling my soul with the takers of pain
Drinking some smoking then writing again
And imbibing
Deep breathing
To scribble again
Slow music better than no music
Quiet music better than loud
Hot tunes hold my mind in line
This night goes so slow – so unkind
The shakes once again start me shaking
It’s the fault of quick thinking whilst sitting
The tongues through my head
Keep me waking
Drastic action has me waiting
So long that eyes close under eyelids
Strange thoughts prop my psyche
Weird music and thinking
Sad slow – stoppage drinking
pushes time
to just over the brink!
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Just before he sleeps abed
He sings the tunes played in his head
These minute rhymes and dainty songs
Are his to sing, to hum alone
As noises all about are blocked
The sounds heard here are safely locked
Within the passages of his mind
And so they stay: Regressed in time.
Lostening
We blink at each other
thru some fug of confusion
The slow eyeball roll
to a grasp for conclusion
I hear your noise distant
As when wisps of mists cloud
All the words that you say
And I blink in ascent
Some time some time ago
we sang the same lyrics
Your accented verbs
lit my mind with loves fire
Attuned to the vibrant chords
Lept from your full lips
I wondered the musical
majesty of breath
Yet here we sit side by side
Tone deaf and mystified
Straining to glean
just a semblance of sense
I hear you, don’t get me wrong,
My ears are not yet deaf
What i hear is not quite though what your tongue likely meant
Get Ready
Let’s get ready to shine a light
Here in the dark of our internet night
Plotting a coup in anonymous spaces
Driving the ire of inhumane wastes
Let’s shine a light on the core of these themes
Muster battallions through click-friendly meme’s
Inform those who’s backgrounds are hiding bones
Ransack the media, hammer points home
There is a real fight on our hands right here
Yes, unsettling but evermore clear
Some old-guard blackguards are keeping mum
Derailing all threats from your education
Let’s get ready to light the fuse
Shine our minds bright on this crippling ruse
Alas there’s slim chance of your own Eldorado
P’raps excuse tho’ to ignite future-wise souls
By Anonymous – Camille Flammarion, L’Atmosphère: Météorologie Populaire (Paris, 1888), pp. 163, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=318054
Bon Fire
Sparks which light up this sky so bright,
to light the hearts of youth tonight.
Those that whistle, whirr and ping:
showers that usher the winter in.
Loud bright claps
and whooshes of firepower
launched from the dark,
glowing, burning…then embers.
For this sharp date
when kids stay up late,
steals breath from all lips
frozen, open and baited.
Tonight the sky is blistered light
and caught in brains
and smoked so bright.
Red Sunset
Damn that deep red sun sets hard
Drowning days light in the tide of the dark
Sending in pink blushes of clouds last breaths
Triumph eternal in hourly deaths
In Dreams I Am Healthy And Wealthy
The Nightmare, J Henry Fuseli (Wikipedia Source)
So dreams come each night differently –
Last night there was a foreign tramp eating our swans
We fought – I couldn’t find my voice
In dreams I often don’t
One night I may be lost in an enormous house
Or fleeing an ominous villain
At night these thoughts invade my head
Escape my bed
Fill up the dead of sleep
Sometime ago I dreamt of flying
Skimming treetops down steep slopes
A quick paced spring and over again
A divine dream of falling down
This is the trick of these night flicks
Filling my brain with illusion
Each day I awake
Into a lovely right life
And take a tick to bring peace to confusion
But even these dreams
As glorious as stars
Never leave me wishing
They were how things are
Even though in my dreams I am healthy and wealthy
I’m richest with my Malika
Sad Tears
Tears drop hotly from cheeks
They run down
Dry before they reach the ground
A store of tears built up o’er weeks
Dressed in coats dragged fresh from the streets
Worn bare
Reveal a heart so rare
Cold golden heart mired in defeats
Through windows high in walls
Open to sky
The saddest song drifts by
On cold hearts sits the saddest song of all.
Shadows
A dark knock loiters out my door
I can’t tell what it’s waiting for
Somedays I catch it catch it’s breath
Somedays I brood on where we met
One night it rested on the wood
That shadow scarred like no claw could
And in the warmth of this close home
Wrapped deep in folds of family down
My burning ears and itching hands
Breathe deep, fold down and make a stand
Lost Girl
Worldly lonely
This girl caught sadly
Bleeds and crying
Drawn from lightness
It’s her light
She’ll quit tonight
In this quilt of night
Her last flight
So she goes
Good girl gladly
No one misses
Or asks where she goes
My Private Wonder
Stalking quietly
Quickly lightly
Hunting them who cannot see thee
Hunching tensely
Breathless nobly
Pounce on pray so unaware
I can see thee
I can hear you,
In the darkness
In the light
You will hardly catch me sleeping
While a breath in your lungs haunts
Morning lately, noon or nighttime –
Never can I rest at all
Creeping slinky
Shadows crawling
Though I fear you in my mind
I shout loudly
Sharply strutting
You shall not my manner wane
Dark Is Night
But,
Come the still of morning
there is light.
Dark is night
and,
here the mind is made
of trickery to fright.
Dark is night.
To this
Claim all dark battles
You should fight.
Dark is night
AYE!
In darker dreams
An inner peace can soar in flight.
Passing
Blue panes filter white light through
In your eyes the reflections within
And this time I’ve lost it
I’ve lost all this time…
One night which flew quick was won
Sleeping with you I tried keeping
Alas my frailty shone
All pleasantry’s gone
The night was soon morning
When it’s my time to go.
