73 posts tagged “poetry”

Lizard                    snake
reptilian                  bird
of world myth           legend
constant memories      engulfing
the elephant             fire or ice
purging                    old and new
leaving seeds           charcoaled dust
to grow beyond         eons sleep
awaking hungry         thoughts
within the constancy      of self

menstruating cycles
    sticky lava blood
    hot currents   pulsing desire
clouds swabbing compresses
    about peaks and valleys
    flooding plains and rivers
    cooling the fever heat

forget sunsets
    indian summers
    lush growth
don't blame the little boy
    for perpetuating weather

just give the world some ibuprofen
    and wait for the pms to end

I titled this "Aboriginal" but never really liked that, so if you think of a good title, place it in the comments.

Bardic voices sing the story
of the story you began
traveling minstrels
make wiles and sinew
give flesh to bones
and so it goes

Shamans speak the ancient story
passed through veils
of smoke and fire
of the way
the ways of morning
dawns beginning and its end

passed by lips
are hist'ries vision
Gods of land
the sea and air
fabled now
they teach their lessons
of the story you began

I will not plead but affirm the fact
that words of allusion and illusion,
of metaphor and fact, have flowed
from mind to pen.

Guilty of thought, showing life's
individualistic yet
universal nature.

Condemn me if you will,
words will go on, mine or others.
Telling of shadows,
cloaked truths,passed by
lips or slips of paper,
finding their own amnesty.

silver foiled bottoms
moon the darkening sky
mocking clouds to angry tears
laughing for the rain

morning glory stretch
tendrils lift     rise
twining seasons     bloom

Green miner
pick-roots     creep
gardens of grass

heavy headed peonies
petal-heavy bend
defy gravity

verbena     myrtle
summer runners race
trailing flowers in their wake

There are parasites living in eyelashes
Eating wayward flakes before my eyes,
They live in intestines and other parts
Of the body, keeping me clean and healthy.

You are born with some, a life time guarantee
And some come of their own accord,
Setting up house keeping.
It's a tidy arrangement.

Tried to grow my own little parasites,
They survived two to four months
Before dying. After years,
Success finally was achieved.

The parasite grew within its protective
Environment, distending bladder and spleen,
Rearranging intestines, reconfiguring spine.

It drained my teeth of enamel, bones of calcium,
Robbed eyesight and equilibrium. It grew
So massive, my stomach bulged beyond breasts.
Legs, arms and other parts were bloated
As blood circulation slowed to feed it.

Doctors had to cut it out of me and still it lived,
Which was the whole point of the experiment.
It sucked my breasts dry and demanded my attention.
Bribed me with kisses, smiles and hugs.
Just to hear its laughter, I fed it, cleaned it,
Put it to sleep.

Then I did it again.
My two little parasites hold me tightly,
I doubt they'll ever let me go.

Sleepy giggles, gentle cuddles.
Eyes too wide open.
A devouring intensity to remember,
before the moment of sleep claims him.

transfixed by light, startled into stillness
I am like the doe, hypnotized by the beam
knowing I should turn my head and leave
yet unable to move

the amaryllis intruded
on my thoughts
the bulb had bloomed
the day after Christmas
blood red petals
lasting two weeks
elegant
on the verge of gaudy
strong in form
greening a greeting
dying at Easter
long broad
shiny leaves
standing like stems
gently curling
touching curtains
shading the gloxinia
not yet in bud