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the murk drools past
the soft touch
holding face in all the shine
each crafted pleasant
petal up to the sun\
prittie puts it on\
complex as a knot of twine
and the ball hits the
blacktop
and the skies eyes
are as blue as mine
they can see
forever
and ever...
There are too many stoney fields
which plows will never again touch.
They bear those stones like ancient shields,
these glades which aren't frequented much.
Perhaps the last crop planted there
was planted far too deep.
Though each was spaded with great care,
above the surface sprouts don't peep.
The soil here is deep and dark
made fertile by too many souls
spaced neatly as if in some park
in ordered rows across the knolls.
Words appear as
fire in my bones
memories like fuel on red ashes
Writing things down
cools the flames burning
At the end of the day
I am who I am
When alone, you fill my mind,
out of reach it makes tears.
The dawn becomes dull.
Sunsets a grey shadow.
Now you’re gone from view.
How can I get through to you?
Where are you that I may try?
To hell with proper ways.
I lived with them, all my days
I won’t change tracts.
Give me more strength,
I have purpose to eclipse stars.
I grow weak, without you.
Why did we go separate ways?
It’s etched into my thoughts.
cedar arms
drinking in the reflections
the cruel cold of spring
poured down the mountains
running beneath the arch
full of sun
and shade
the green pools of
forests
undulating
rooftops throwing
light
like petals rising
in empty lots
a face of greeting
curio girl
jewel amber iris
your depths
shine from windowpanes
full of bars and goods
your delicate hand
with change from
a till
handling auras and
ghosts in possessions
and dreams
Round 2
"Hello …you look
familiar."
"Really?Have I
met you before
somewhere?"
"You went to
Duncan Myer
High.Right?"
"Yea! I did
did you …?"
"Yea …Go Duncan
High Rangers!"
( Whoa! What a hook!)
Flag on the play
she has a class
bumper sticker
on her car.
Round 2 to him.
the stars cry rivers of light
as the moon bows his head
the planet pauses in prayer
a laureate is now dead
words of wisdom were let fly
from the heart of mind and soul
to the pages we now read
in our minds she will forever stroll
a life lived without any fear
as seen in poetry and prize
and the truth of each line
is still in earth, it will rise
from the wisping dust she rose
poverty was the cloak she wore
with the passing of the years
she shredded it off some more
Death crawled in through her sex hole
and ate me away until I was
just another stranger passing by
I mused over the blood I should be bleeding
teasing her with a playful game of hide and seek
she sought me deep into the marrow of my bones
before becoming familiar with me in that old haunt
where I hummed songs with Death
while holding hands with her uterus
she tattled on me to my god
and if my god were to exist
I most certainly would have to be punished
I stood there with you
Looking out of your window
It was bright for me
In his footsteps
Your Loneliness
will one day
some day…
make you an outstanding poet
which you already are
and you are now making a line
fine
out of your own condition,
this is outstanding
as you wish to live alone
without your family..
I had to spend just a day
and you know
tears rolled away
had to make tea,
for lunch,
so make not a mistake
your life can still be happy and gay,
no not the way of today
but old ways