Blood pressure
Blood refresh or
burning flesh when
find Bangladesh
in tobacco ash-
from LSD flash-back to
heroine back-flash
of childhood black flash.
Crashed heads talk trash
Fake eyelash-
Miss Brainwash
in a mad rush.
global warming initiative 2016
gossamer flames
lace the oak
church pew
cracking varnish
not yet worn off
by a thousand pious
asses stretching time
my neighbor worships
football as I worship
flame
little suns
on earth
warm
my heart
my knuckles
crack over
the ashes
of archaim
tracing portraits:
children yet
to be born
stars long
since expired
crude cartoons
When Vacationing on Zarmina's World
be sure to bring your raincoat
and bathing suit, as the weather's
a tad unpredictable. . .
And yes, we recommend you shed
that extra pound or two, as there's
twice, perhaps thrice, the gravity
you enjoy on Earth.
Caustic fumes?
Ah yes, those are a possibility,
but for those of you who once lived
on old earth, they will remind you
of Greenhouse gases. . .
Re-kindle your love and passion
beneath a perpetual twilight, tinged
not with aquamarine, but ruby-red skies.
The unfortunate loss of Justin Clare
Three years lost.
Forgotten sin.
The color washed,
From soaking skin,
Robbed by the rains
Of Mauritania. --
A young man's pains
Carelessly lain 'ere,
Against the pole,
A broken wreck;
Never quite whole,
A mess of death.
To fix it - a chore,
My stomach wretched,
A soul no more,
His fate now etched.
Long for Spring
When will the Spring come
I really want to know,
I've had enough of winter,
the cold, the sleet, the snow,
slippery roads and icy sheets
frost within the air
darkened days and lengthy nights
fill me with despair.
I long for the Springtime
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so soon, the full moon
tides rise and fall, rise again
and a kind of madness reigns
so many seek an illusive balance
until Her luminous face turns away
show caution now as
in that moment when She wanes
you may be taken into Her embrace
(Author's Note: This is a Simon Sijo, a poetry form created by Award-Winning Poet, Marge Simon)
Strawberry Kisses
As I lay in bed
A Money Order to Tamil Nadu
A Money Order to Tamil Nadu
beauty
“there, in the shadows, is a beautiful woman handing out freshly picked roses” individual bursts of flame, beauty born of pain, woven layer upon intricate layer of silk gossamer to melt hearts already warmed by love’s brush,
unintended, against bare shoulder, one strand of hair blown off course, inadvertently discovering a new continent where exotic species have familiar names and rain is suspended midair, the unspent tears of earthly terror sacrificed to time, immortalized, crystallized jewels of human
suffering to honor, observe, and trust
An Angel, Visiting (a threnody)
You said, “The heart is last to burn,”
show me heaven is hell, hell, heaven,
transmuting heat to cold, bliss to despair,
with barren arms and fecund hands.
Show me how heaven is hell, hell, heaven,
how love is one part possession, the other, dominion.
Hold me with your barren arms, your fecund hands,
reach inside. . .take my heart first—and fast!
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