New Poems

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Before and after midnight, one can see moons 
of every hue imaginable in a lazy drift  phase
imprints on sky related events  as colour patch
stars that twinkle so teasingly as tinted palette 
lakes, rainbows, fountains, lakes, rainbows,
floating canvas day and day charming  bliss
uniting  those who gaze for shades of  light

I’m running away!
Furiously stomping, screen slamming as I ran,
Bravery ended
At the property line.
Barely larger than a rabbit burrow,
The child-sized opening welcomed me inside.
I found refuge under a covering of multiflora roses
Against the fence, a cozy warren.
Sobbing my anger away,
I slept peacefully beneath the safety of briars and bees
Buzzing as they collected pollen above my head.
Br’er Rabbit had nothing on me.
I awoke to hear Mum calling.

Yours truly and the wife
tended to some errands,
which included going
to the Limerick,
Pennsylvania Citizens Bank
for me to rectify
an erroneous address
indicating I Matthew Harris
purportedly and presently domiciled at:
96 West Miner Street
(and whereinthehellis)
Coaldale, Pennsylvania
18218-1017
which address listed after viewing
online banking screen
indicating Good morning,
afternoon or evening,
then scrolling down
to sought after preference selecting
either checking or savings account

For breakfast, I munched on the melodies that broke me,
The running water down my back, I’m swallowing a lonely sea,
Pouring out these worries isn’t really helping,
And this pain is so overwhelming.

At lunch time, I ate my darkness and drank my tears,
I feasted on my sorrows and got lost in my fears,
Camouflaged into a chameleon and faked my best smile,
Knowing I’d get home, then cry a long while.

"I Am the Ocean of Wounds"
(a colossal lament of love that never ends)

I am the ocean of wounds,
swallowing storms born from sleepless tears.
Even the sky gave up crying for my story,
until the clouds broke their bones under the weight of endless longing.
Lightning refuses to strike, fearing the sorrow I gulp down whole,
while the night simply sits, watching me without mercy,
letting me sink deeper into pain without a bottom.

magine for a moment even hours if one is capable of having astonishing powers of manifesting, creativity, colour, volume, vivid swoon and swathe lustrous bounty etc.
Etc is a phenomenal word but I’m writing about one phenomenal lady whose brain power is an oasis in a sea of mundanity.

wild swathes of manic hues
struck ghostly angst in me
a fireball ambience
ensues and my banshee
wail in tint singed ink sky
shatters stained glass moon’s glee

She shared with us a story of a town that remains concealed in the daylight but is revealed at twilight,
A town where seekers become sages,
A town where mysteries take shape and form,
A town where the unusual is separated from the ordinary,
A town where the fragrance of its meadows rescues those transitioning into the shadows.

I am done trying to win the favors of love,
I am done beseeching the dame fortune,
I am done pleading with the lady luck,
I am done kowtowing to the dictates of father time,
I am done holding on to a faltering hope,
I am done taking refuge in my faith,
I am done wallowing in self-pity and guilt,
I am done wearing my heart on my sleeve,
I am done dreaming dreams.

Lolling in the lap of comfort and luxury
was not meant to be,
Neither meant for me are the reassuring arms of love
Nor the trusting hugs of a friend.