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since our lights were extinguished
i have been searching for a way to see
my eyes are lost god knows where | img2poems |
be patient a flash of lightning will come
from another horizon like the white hand
of moses with my eyes my lost diamonds | img2poems |
two decades and a half of marriage
it does not really seem as long
of youth's ebullient song | img2poems |
stars trip down into
the air to enjoy
the sweet bliss | img2poems |
mighty swords go
blunt to make the day
merrier than a tulip's kiss | img2poems |
hope your prince
charming gets a
rocking life abord | img2poems |
where the only sound is greed
and the only clock is light
and pillars of ivory marble glow | img2poems |
your carved grey smile fractures
my curved white hands falter
but tourists don't like tears | img2poems |
he killed his wife at night
he had tried once or twice in the daylight
but she refused to die | img2poems |
in darkness the deed was done
not crudely with a hammer-hard gun
or strangler's black kid gloves on | img2poems |
she just ceased being alive
not there to interfere or connive
linger leave or arrive | img2poems |
it seemed almost as though
her death was quite normal and no
clue to his part would show | img2poems |
and all night all night he enjoyed her
such sport in her smooth dimpled water
then daylight came like a warder | img2poems |
and he rose and went down to the larder
where the mouse-trap again had caught a
piece of stale gorgonzola | img2poems |
i can see the world out yonder
it looks to be
pretty big | img2poems |
not at all what the books say
it's not a movie
there's no script | img2poems |
no one ever thought it would be this way
so whatever we'll be starting today
we better get it started our way | img2poems |
i think i would die out on my own
'cause i don't know what else to do
without you | img2poems |
she must grant us flowing words sleepless
as lovers are and a fuller cup and bolder life and
holy remembrance as well to stay wakeful at night | img2poems |
he looked at me bestowing beauty
and i took it for my own
happy i swallowed a star | img2poems |
eve from a rib venus from sea foam
minerva from the head of jove
were much more real | img2poems |
he lowered his head down to my ear: stalwart lover
are you asleep
he whispered disappointedly | img2poems |
terrified
because i daren't go the way she went
yet | img2poems |
i kneel once more
in case mercy should come
in the nick of time | img2poems |
stupid shifty small and sly
peeping through a slit of sty
squinting through their neighbours' plackets | img2poems |
the zen of life is in your parted lips
o you demonstrate the zen of smoking
and my desires are in the ocean of your clothes | img2poems |
fabulous women who
close your doors still
still soaked in night dream on | img2poems |
what is a woman that you forsake her
and the hearth-fire and the home-acre
to go with the old grey widow-maker | img2poems |
she has no house to lay a guest in
but one chill bed for all to rest in
that the pale suns and the stray bergs nest in | img2poems |
she has no strong white arms to fold you
but the ten-times-fingering weed to hold you
out on the rocks where the tide has rolled you | img2poems |
you forget our mirth and talk at the tables
the kine in the shed and the horse in the stables
to pitch her sides and go over her cables | img2poems |
then you drive out where the storm-clouds swallow
and the sound of your oar-blades falling hollow
as all we have left through the months to follow | img2poems |
ah what is woman that you forsake her
and the hearth-fire and the home-acre
to go with the old grey widow maker | img2poems |
at the endless beauty of her brown skin
she should be compared to nature
brown hills mountains fertile valleys dewy grass wind and clear water | img2poems |
indian men are horses smelling wild and gamey
when the indian man
unbuttons his pants the white woman should think of topsoil | img2poems |
there must be one murder one suicide one attempted rape
alcohol should be consumed
cars must be driven at high speeds | img2poems |
and obviously from horse cultures
if the interior indian is male
then he must be a warrior especially if he is inside a white man | img2poems |
if the interior indian is female then she must be a healer especially if she is inside
a white woman
sometimes there are complications | img2poems |
for this we need children
a white child and an indian child gender
not important should express deep affection in a childlike way | img2poems |
somewhere between the sayable and the unsayable poetry runs
antidote to the river
of forgetting | img2poems |
at least i think
because i haven't been there
yet | img2poems |
what if the powers that be
turn up their noses
no good no good | img2poems |
i think
i'll keep writing poems
no one will read | img2poems |
i've been eating
like a sultan
since i was two days old | img2poems |
i had a mother
and three sisters
who worshipped me | img2poems |
set the vision
and start the mission
to set the world into motion | img2poems |
backyard
sweet memories
unbarred | img2poems |
far in the north where the dark-eyed neva river
spills its cold waters and a june day has no end
the city of my childhood sprang up on the marsh | img2poems |
i hear clatter of horses' hooves and see a bronze horseman
traversing each night the broad prospects and vast plazas
with one leap overcoming the chasm under the drawbridge | img2poems |
i pass by elegant french-style houses and gardens
the riches of the age of the tsars added to their brilliance their proud beauty
the old capital of the empire never surrendered never knelt down | img2poems |
nbsp
who knew time would change so many things
life nbsp people things destiny | img2poems |
nbsp
afterwards
we lead lives of our own | img2poems |
so frigil never mobbed by a racket
blazing eyes dreams of soaring heights
little feet wrapped in longing sheets | img2poems |
skin of pearl hair of wonderous curls
a needy face
an innocent grace | img2poems |
a water a psalm
no arrogant steps
just the innocence in every step | img2poems |
what inspired you to [tape damaged
a dog that'd just been neutered
he'd pay a quarter [tape damaged] shakin' wildly like one of them guys with that disease you know ahh | img2poems |
yeah
like one o'them ep'ilep'ic cats
and he starts singin': show me yo black bottom i wanna learn that [tape damaged] hollerin' as if pa's the one puttin' on the show but this one lady [tape damaged] crys'allized raindrops [tape damaged] just as beautiful | img2poems |
je l'avoue mon enfant
trahie
qui m'enterre aujourd'hui | img2poems |
je nous ai interdit
a tout prix
d'exister | img2poems |
puisses-tu mon enfant
dans les bras d'une vie
que tu n'as jamais craint | img2poems |
pardonne-moi fillette
et inventons ensemble
notre l'avenir | img2poems |
~for kiah and kirstenthat's how things are for mothers
when they are alone when their sonsand daughters have moved beyondthe decades of her touch braided hairand braces lunch sacks and her ever-present shadow inseparable from theirown
nbsp everywhere they go only a mothermust learn to weave her way back homeand stay put and not interfere | img2poems |
who is he who becomes statue like forlorn numbed
on seeing trickling tears in the eyes of motherhood
and feeling the gusts of air changing their direction | img2poems |
the children are at the loom of another world
their braids are oiled and black their dresses bright
their assorted heights would make a melodious chime | img2poems |
they watch their flickering knots like television
as the garden of islam grows the bench will be raised
then they will lace the dark-rose veins of the tree-tops | img2poems |
the carpet will travel in the merchant's truck
it will be spread by the servants of the mosque
deep and soft it will give when heaped with prayer | img2poems |
the children are hard at work in the school of days
from their fingers the colours of all-that-will-be fly
and freeze into the frame of all-that-was | img2poems |
once positioned on their lips
even the scariest of words
come out as a melodious lisp | img2poems |
all day long all through the night
all affairs yours ours theirs
are political affairs | img2poems |
whatever you say reverberates
whatever you don't say speaks for itself
so either way you're talking politics | img2poems |
even when you take to the woods
you're taking political steps
on political grounds | img2poems |
but alas imagine no more for such children exist
children as old as you
children even younger than you | img2poems |
all my gifts under the tree
don't know what to give
i'll give him my heart | img2poems |
good is gifts under the tree
better is good food to eat
best of all a baby savior's birthday | img2poems |
green and red
balls silver and gold
hung on christmas eve | img2poems |
candy to eat
a toy to play with
the joy of a stocking filled | img2poems |
then it stopped retreating into the darkness
as if it wanted
a clear overview of its fate | img2poems |
december o december
let us forget taxes and woes
as we unwrap ribbons and bows | img2poems |
a wreath with a bright red bow
decorations in evey room
bringing christmas cheer to all | img2poems |
twelfth day of christmas
among twelve drummers drumming
was one little boy | img2poems |
bringing folks together
sharing joy and love
hollie is one for the door | img2poems |
happy times return
the winter with its chill
snow mist fog and rain | img2poems |
the trees dress snow-white
spruce fir pine don bells and lights
baubles tinsels star | img2poems |
cantatas and hymns
carols noels and melody
wake up silent night | img2poems |
gift bringer santa
puts on white-red cap and cloak
shoulders a gift sack | img2poems |
he peeks through windows
for socks of dreaming children
to give them surprise | img2poems |
the church bells resound
dulcet choirs kill drowsiness
lights dispel darkness | img2poems |
cakes chocos candies
truffles tarts cookies dumplings
desserts nuts and fruits | img2poems |
turkey chicken duck
sausages ham bacon pie
sizzle on salvers | img2poems |
wine drinks decoctions
soups stews broths mousse and puddings
sweet sour all for you | img2poems |
invite friends and foes
be a visitor yourself
spread love and be loved | img2poems |
rockets of blind faith
sputter and crackle dead dreams
like time bleeding stars | img2poems |
through soft painted moans
a man watches his life drown
in waves of glass bones | img2poems |
celestial winds
blow chilled screams for love's mercy
down canyons of dread | img2poems |
through bright haunted smiles
a woman hums white magic
sings pain into pearls | img2poems |
reflections of self
in multiple dimensions
whirl across the sky | img2poems |
machine guns fire knives
that slice the world's bloody tears
like bits of strange fruit | img2poems |
throbbing blue rhythms
a torn heart wrestles naked
with wounds from the past | img2poems |
black holes coalesce
into mounds of burned feathers
and crucified trust | img2poems |
between death and hell
a bridge shining silver wings
offers his soul hope | img2poems |
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