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Just Poems Edition 2, Feb. 2010 by SS
Just Poems:
I dropped a plate
the other date
and it broke and cut my toe.
I had six stitches
on Val's sixth birthday
and since then it's been quite sore!
It could not get wet
yet I did not fret,
for the water park still was a roar.
Wish the fish
To wash the dish
And fill the plate with tea.
Wish the crow
Beneath the snow
The cradle rocked with thee.
Wished the sea
Eternal plea
Tomorrow your night is sorrow.
Wish with me
A drunken plea
To wash the marrow of morrow.
A shiny gold will
and a hunger still
Be still the twilights of evening.
A tiny gold will
My love for you still
Grows deep in the darkness of bleeding.
Still
of Life.
Char
of Coal.
Aesthetics
Unfold
the tales
untold.
The Jazz swings slow
Rhythms while
Scattered heads
Swing with the beat.
The hips of the
Singer swing
With her head
Bobbing and
Black hair that
Swirls to her feet.
Her satin skin
Flashes the
Waltz that leads
Scattered heads
Dancing, enjoying
The treat.
white willows
bask in the moonlight
as the twilight of morning fingers
happiness over the landscape.
The blue shadows converge with cream hues of day,
as the dew evaporates into the air,
leaving me.
The Robins are the first birds to sing in the morning,
when the moon settles like dust.
One by one new birds emerge
giving glory to the sun as it grows.
My horses stay out all night.
Dew settles on their velveteen fur
so like the grasses of earth
and they dry to a sleek crisp by morning's end.
We are all creatures of the earth,
subject to it's tendencies.
I break from the heat of the day
to satisfy my hunger's plead,
And lay my head to rest with the sun,
as my soul wanders with the melonous moon
about, and about.
She smells her way through the fog like a deer, puffing and snorting, with a wet nose glittering. She systematically suspends them like cheriblum.
Xylem and Phloem, a tree’s pulse and rhythm. The moss girl sparks her way through the system.
Cerebral reflex buzz like insects. Jars full of charm chant the night’s contents.
The flower
but flew away
Pink petals
floating in the wind
it caught a ditch
and there, she wept.
smoke out the window. We were staring into the night, and the neighbor has Christmas lights along the front porch, but one strand was dangling and swaying in the breeze. I pointed it out and said, "it'd be interesting to write a poem about that."
Tantalized by the word in blue
I notice a love and a joyous hue.
I feel the burn of a thousand caldrons passed
and yet your graciousness shines through your mask.
Twelve white willows sing deep in the night
twelve white reindeer billow across the tundra.
A lapis night, artic sky ice cold, numb so hard it hurts,
blue horizon line is flat
stars in the sky shouting at me, and fog around me.
And I realize the sky
a black opus
expansive
Periwinkle luminescence darts across the snow
Periwinkle blue, a powder hue
Shadows shine obsidian cries
and the reindeer come running
lunging,
the ground glowing,
a mirange shimmer
along a hard edge glisten
of ice on snow
a billow of ice and crystals swirl
in a mist that fallows them.
Camels of the snow
That follies and tumbles behind them.
their breath is warm, solidifying on their whiskers.
It crystals dry, in winter air.
A yearn, a crow, a call a murmur of the cows
pandering to their full grown young
Ice crystals flicker upward and float downward,
Swirl around
and the heard is gone. Only the moon can stand this desolation
no embers, no reds, or creams,
only lavender lapis hues.
The white fox, is the only one who can stand in the blizzard of life, and still look me in the eyes.
Sing for a moment
in a black car
in black style
Roll down the windows
and Roll—
Vapors of heat
shimmer in my mind
I float downstream like water fowl
lingering, and greeting you.
Living in a poem
my champaign heart
consumed from a black bottle.
The Smell of Summer
Thick in the air
waving love around like a phantom.
California bliss
radiates from the black top.
Top-hat-and-cane
a black car and a smile
that just can’t stop growing.
Summer Love heat
rises, freshly baked pines
dry, I stub my toe
on a little speed bump;
and laugh.
I wander the earth
like it's the under verse.
I see my face swell
in laughter, in the sunlight.
The canaries only sing at and after noon.
The days decrease with time
Winter is coming.
In winter
it gets dark
at five o'clock in the evening.
I watch the shadows
move like time,
as the deer
flesh through dusk,
birth
new vile
warm
on cold earth
original sin.
a light. a life. a view. into the horizon I
scatter. like light on a new born fawn.
I, an angel, wake in the silence of light.
Yours was a smile of so many.
I sang hard to you that night
I saw your open eyes fading
like pale moon disks
quivering on the cold, still water.
Submerge your sight
into the dark bottom of the lake
At Night, when the black is black
and the blood is blood.
We are blinded by our love,
We are bounded by our blood.
Rule me like the stars upon my back.
Fool me like gravity.
Feel my pain rise the web.
Fear the lamia come for me.
The stars float downstream
in the shadows I crouch and lean.
I watch them flicker on by.
Still in the night, I lie waiting
These orbs before me not for the taking
a stellar dream, your face is seen and I cry.
Still I wait by
My heart I deny
to touch this image of you.
Yet in mine mind
Our hearts entwined.
This torment cannot continue.
elegant wine
so sublime
kiss the vintage out from my neck.
Still embrace
I love your taste
it’s passion and it’s torment.
A black liquid sways in my cup.
my dear, hold reverence, I pity thee.
see my sapphire glow
my elements slip past your lips,
passed your wisdom
overflow indulge
A black cabernet sways in my cup
the vibration of the earth
of the wind
Tears of laughter, I smile
just watching, smiling.
You look so beautiful in the
yellow light. I bask aglow.
Drink this vintage,
curb your insanity
wings that cover me
fire that sings to me,
trodden by life
to keep on healing.
Sing to me justice, a rhythm,
a choral reef around
my neck
submerged.
caustic whisper, my lips are sealed.
You, a brilliant light shimmering
across the sky.
I lay on the grass,
and wonder,
whisper your name
through a smile
de Kooning cat laughs once,
right before you fall asleep.
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