Current poems in progress...

Tirade

Get up.
It's a long way down
the hill to this country
of boarded up frowns.
People get high.
People get stoned.
If time is money
then life is gold.
Don't feel lonely,
blue skinned and cold.
Give me shelter
from days of old.
Mellow me out
you sweet satellite.
Drunken angel
hell on your side.

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the sunrsie, the sunrise, the sunrise (breakfast thoughts)

the beginning is like juice swallowed quick,
sparkling burning and slipping down, but up,
leaving a dry tongue but wet eyes to see the fight against the fog
for
the
morning,

the beginning is like juice swallowed quick,
sharp and sharp and sharp. exponential. growing
hot and dripping drenching driving
the frost
from
the
grass,

the beginning is like juice swallowed quick,
squeezed pressed and poured, pulp free,
over
everything.


)Kaleb


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You still got it old boy. It seems you really like the word "dripping" and it's many forms, eh? Please keep writing. -Your #1 Fan (always and for everything)

complication

We are
all
lost

in the fog
searching,
our torches

reflecting off
the mist,
blinding us

Sometimes,
we stumble
upon

others. We
go together
searching

for daylight.
For
clarity

þ
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nice...
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Ah! Splendid.
sg

Left in the rain
Thought echoes in each droplet
The full moon taunts every second
Cold fury tickles your spine
Wakes up from this dream and remember
The little things in life we take for granted

It's supposed to be about happiness
this bright reflection of noon on the surface
of the moon. It's supposed to be a high-pitched coo
of a baby singing to a mechanical bird,
It's supposed to be about you.

Before Revelation

These are spots in your love feasts,
while they feast with you without fear, serving only themselves.
They are clouds without water, carried about by the winds;
late autumn trees without fruit,
twice dead,
pulled up by the roots;
raging waves of the sea,
foaming up their own shame;
wandering stars
for whom is reserved
the blackness of darkness
forever.
JUDE 1:12-13

Autumn

Late at night, I sat at a bar called “nowhere”
to have a drink with others with my same fears
strangers in solitude engaged in frail companionship,
drowning our life´s insecurities in tobacco and beer,
while on the inside my soul drowns in copious tears.
I raised my bottle to the tired-looking guy next to me,
¨It is autumn. I am alone, thinking of her, as leaves fall.¨
he said as he acknoledged me with gesture that I could see,
¨Her presence was the only light that made me whole
replaced by the melody of my soul´s pity that I can´t ignore.
Those bright sunsets of my distant, happy childhood
That warm wind that shakes the children of spring,
the woods´ lovely sounds which echo new life,
Without her presence just do not hold meaning,
and those winds now only carry me to internal strife.
It is autumn. It seems that I debate my life´s resignation,
I am alone and my body feels that autumn is an empty journey,
my feet have grown tired in the long roads to love and pain,
a pain that pulsates and weakens and yet remains and remains
until I find confort inside a bottle, my new best friend.¨
I nodded as I savored my last taste of fermented barley,
Thinking of you, hearing a familiar song from a stranger,
words of long lost love, the music of the autumn night
My hopeless friend could easily be confused with me,
but it was my decision as I was the one that set you free.
¨H¨

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Brought to you by Budweiser
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give me a break.
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Hermestri:
Excellent I believe that "style" often announces a superb writer. Three lines into your beautiful poem, I knew who this poet is. Thus can many acclaimed poets be identified by their "style". I'll sit with you in a bar any day.
sg

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I sometimes wonder
where you are
it's autumn,
leaves now fall
are you near or far?
Have you found love aknew?
the kind I had for you,
gentle, caring and true
do you sometimes miss me too?
because happy days in life are few.
.
xoxo2

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"H", You always touch me with your rhymes, so again I add my grain of sand. xoxo2

Your Angel

Hold on to your angel and don't look down
to the writhing masses of demons below
Hold the hand strongly with your own
If you fall now you may never, ever
find a new angel
Never turn your back on a good thing
or get comfortable with love
Always cherish, and be amazed by it
for each love is precious, unique
the only one
Hold on to your angel and don't let go
let the whispers of evil dissipate
As you fly so high above
to a place you've never been before
...

Bonfire

The smell of bonfire
and life
which breathes into me
from one mouth
to another
and resonates
with such a dizzy state
of memories
in which we try to create
specifically on command
but not necessarily planned
and by the end of the night
time has a pulse
beating so strangely
to the rhythm of you
now on my side

`
the deer.

the van hit it,
hard and fast,
no specific lines or details, just a noise. loud and dull all at once.
half a breath in and then everything started getting
all painfully slow, slow like you can't do anything because there's no time but you know this isn't supposed to be lasting so long, not like this,
going down and then up confused with adrenaline and back down twisting and squirming and pawing and back down and around and down and down and down
then
back and forth, trapped by the roadside fences, driven to knees bowing and shaking again and again, fur and blood and spit leaking from it's mouth and matted around pleading eyes.
head down, a few breaths, and finally, thank God, freedom.


)Kaleb
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This could not have been captured so rapidly and, at the same time, quite delicately. Amazing. You rock my world Kaleb.

`

I feel the wait for you
crawl beneath my skin
moving
but nowhere in particular
so delicately scattered
awaiting in the summer
of my mind
The Croatian Queen
awaits for me.
I would be your fool
a fool for only you
you fool me too
with a single look
that is
impossible.

This sudden mess
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This sudden mess
The exchange of words
My heart broke at that moment
Loss of innocence loss of trust
Are there any good humans left?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This sudden mess
I am so enraged
My belief system implodes
My body can't filter all this stress
This threw me from the path I was walking
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This sudden mess
I told them never to leave them alone with you
This sudden mess
You did exactly what I thought you would do
This sudden mess
You are worse than a killer Your a molester
If I ever see your face again I will kill you myself !
The last line floors me. -Jesse

The Truth

I hear complements
from friends
and strangers
words about beauty
filled with curiosity
smiles and innuendo
with hidden desire
but none compare
with your shy
smile.
.
xoxo2
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I love this. -Jesse

that really hurt--I had my nose pressed
to the hardest parts of you, trying
to burrow into your side, trying
to get a face full of your warm milk smells
but your elbow and your rib cage
and all your other loud, unmotherly bones
refuse to flex enough to let me into
your soft white breast or your pale pink heart.

we walked our cool morning walk together
and while i pointed at the pond at the turtles on the log
you pointed at the sky at the purples in the clouds

This is one of the best poems that i have ever read here. My only suggestion would be to write it in five lines; the breaks occuring at pond and sky. really very well done ~f

dreaming a memory, or remembering a dream

sometimes you come to me
in dreams more perfect than the past.
it is a bitter-sweet sleep
that mingles innocence with loss,
unraveling the passing years.
your every word is musical;
your touch, my first delight returned.
a faerie tale of my heart's creation,
you draw me close for true love's kiss;
i close my eyes in remembered anticipation,
and wake with goodbye on my lips.
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*grace (who sometimes forgets to sign)

A Poem for My Son

Rest, my son, and go to sleep;
The sun has set and it is night.
Reach for the dreams that whirl and leap
In silver moonbeams cool and bright.
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The sun has set and it is night,
A mother's vigil I will keep.
In silver moonbeams cool and bright,
You can rest and safely sleep.
~
A mother's vigil I will keep,
Until we greet the morning light.
You can rest and safely sleep,
Dreaming of your heart's delight.
~
Until we greet the morning light
My little one, have slumber deep
Dreaming of your heart's delight,
A nighttime harvest sweet to reap.
~
My little one, have slumber deep.
Reach for the dreams that whirl and leap-
A nighttime harvest sweet to reap.
Rest, my son, and go to sleep.
~
*grace
(one of my earlier attempts at a pantoum)

In London

beneath the new bridge
offwhite stems of broken pipes
amber bones of beasts


a lost meal ticket
two complimentary beers
she shares her secret