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that good gardener
who wept thorns plowing his fields
harvests grace with joy | img2poems |
stuff the mailboxes and night repositories
against my attempts to insert
flat evidence of my belonging here | img2poems |
my climate's not suitable for growing
the fruit expected of your tree
and i see you have no patience for experiment | img2poems |
i've misunderstood great men in useful ways
in the natural course of an alien life
so why would i quarrel with locked doors | img2poems |
con las justas pinceladas
quede el lienzo terminado
y eligiendo un marco apropiado | img2poems |
soft this explosion
from alpha to omega
sizzling our names raw | img2poems |
here is the timeless
mystery that pays no heed
to death's greedy pride | img2poems |
songs of hearts divine
mortal angelic holy
billow starlit wings | img2poems |
here are lips of flame
eager to be extinguished
by love's liquid sigh | img2poems |
addicted to bliss
dark heaven floods the soul
bright with miracles | img2poems |
stars wishing upon
the potential of humans
shine faithfully on | img2poems |
from you i'll ask
but won't expect
that miracle | img2poems |
now go meet your deadline
go gather your wheat
but most of all have fun accomplishing this feat | img2poems |
grows on its own
doesn't require our attention
and it becomes the whole bush of it | img2poems |
- do people understand the speech of flowers
with their stench they marked
one completely innocent being | img2poems |
its scent is really gentle
quite tranquil
and mild | img2poems |
ay but like love
the archers
are blind | img2poems |
feel and pull - see there's the boat and you
and the forces and the ground
and there's much within you | img2poems |
there's the mark of the effort
in your mind as footprints in the sand
pull young one | img2poems |
i get to see
maybe half
of what i'm looking at | img2poems |
colors
i've never seen
before | img2poems |
pour vous dire merci
avant que je m'en aille
votre rire joyeux | img2poems |
je voudrais vous offrir
d'un matin de printemps
d'une nuit ensorcelante | img2poems |
la spuma bianca dell'onde
che accarezza l'arena
sei | img2poems |
ogni notte tu m'offri
partecipi emozioni d'infinito
ineffabili | img2poems |
she bows her head in recognition of their beauty whispering her confusion
willing them to know wanting them near at this time as the night enfolds with the man offering his soft touches and caresses
the tiny gestures she has no memories of | img2poems |
the waning moon a witness to her turmoil
she feels his hand softly tingle down her back she turns to the man finds him smiling intense eyes questioning her solitude
the passion runs through her like the current of the high tide whetting her desire for the closeness of him | img2poems |
she holds out her arms to embrace him her dream becomes reality focussing on his lovely face
she draws the man of pleasures closer drawing all of him to her melting into one moment of eternity
she knows there is only the now of this instant and then there is only solitude with the beauty of him lingering throughout her perfection | img2poems |
she
and must no beautiful woman be
learned like a man | img2poems |
she
i have heard said
there is great danger in the body | img2poems |
he
did god in portioning wine and bread
give man his thought or his mere body | img2poems |
i danced and the stars moved with me
the ground lept beneath my bare feet
i was exalted by the silvery moonlight and the air was crisp cool and sweet | img2poems |
one night i sat beauty down on my lap
and i found her galling
and i roughed her up | img2poems |
you'll always be a hyena etc
yells the devil who'd crowned me with such pretty poppies
deserve death with all your appetites your selfishness and all the capital sins | img2poems |
ah
i've been through too much:-but sweet satan i beg of you a less blazing eye
and while waiting for the new little cowardly gestures yet to come since you like an absence of descriptive or didactic skills in a writer let me rip out these few ghastly pages from my notebook of the damned | img2poems |
because non shall be spared
i'll change that friendly look
with a kiss of my cold steer | img2poems |
esta es mi muerte
y en ella desdichado de mi
contraigo la enfermedad sagrada | img2poems |
sube al caballo
lo intervienen de rayos
y alta pirotecnia | img2poems |
scents of fear fill the street
sweat trickles in the heat
a scream a trip fall | img2poems |
bold lawman answers call
gently he takes her arm
i'll keep you safe from harm | img2poems |
in a bar
where no one knows
who you are | img2poems |
look at the sky of the fragrant freshness inhale deep the spirit of life
through the half-opened window tender rays paint your hair golden shine from the cages sing the birds the melody of morning let me kiss you a good morning and whisper on your ears the prayers for you for a day
life goes on from charming mornings to weary evenings | img2poems |
on the rainy nights look at the skies heavy of darkness you may find stars twinkling brightness
my dear they are my eyes looking at you to see you growing with all my love to fulfill the dreams i abandoned here to see you carry the traces of this life lived futile
wake up to another morning cherishing the night and walk unto the path through eternity | img2poems |
so delicate and frigil
wavy locks mighty thoughts
lips that beat the rain swept land | img2poems |
knowing themselves too well in one another
their gifts no pure fruition but a thorn
the prick filed sharp against a hint of scorn | img2poems |
dulce ridens dulce loquens
she shaves her legs until they gleam
like petrified mammoth-tusk | img2poems |
our blight has been our sinecure
mere talent was enough for us
glitter in fragments and rough drafts | img2poems |
droplets fall atop our necks
the bakers grim the farmers grin
the birds aloft the winds soar off | img2poems |
her voice soft and sonorous a fresh timbre angelic
a discreet smile she did redeem as a reaction cyclic
and her blanched hand i kissed with devoutness | img2poems |
oh
the first flowers how their scent liberates perfumes
and the first sounds they emit akin to charming murmur | img2poems |
trembling breathless
our mother tries to rise on stork-thin legs
her face confused wasting into shadow | img2poems |
our fierce warrior is dying
her voice falls down and down
we hold her upright wishing she could fly | img2poems |
'shanti
lindsay joan picnic at hanging rock
shanti - - peace | img2poems |
he himself must be
the key now to the next door
the next terrors of freedom and joy | img2poems |
when a man knows another man
is looking for him
he doesn't hide | img2poems |
he puts on a clean shirt and a dark suit
and goes to the barber shop
to let another man shave him | img2poems |
he shuts his eyes
remembers himself as a boy
lying naked on a rock by the water | img2poems |
fictional vista
lulls us with fleeting solace
and euphoria's blue waves | img2poems |
but when the day dies
we're consumed by fire of facts
and by its million facets | img2poems |
lights come on my eyes open
keep breathing he says
i still feel frozen | img2poems |
until death rode the winds like a brass knocker and begged for attention
of course the birds had cried themselves hoarse
frogs had croaked non-stop | img2poems |
and now the house was up for sale
the theatre group didn't want it
wanted only the money | img2poems |
not the sentimental shroud of an old man
not the front porch that reached out to strangers like a handshake
not the sunlight that fell just short of good feng shui | img2poems |
i live yet do not live in me
am waiting as my life goes by
and die because i do not die | img2poems |
but each man carries to his grave
the kisses that in hopes to save
the angel or his mother gave | img2poems |
if i should sleep with a lady called death
get another man with firmer lips
to take your new mouth in his teeth | img2poems |
yet even as i ponder all at stake
i sometimes really wish
the earth would quake | img2poems |
i am parched now and my tongue is horrible in my mouth
but my brain is noisy
with the clash and gurgle of filling wine-cups | img2poems |
time's wrinkling fingerstrivialize the sun and snowin a crooked landi see history crippledwith midnight dyspnoeathe green umbrellahosts disaster:the avalanche waits on its shouldersthe wound opens r
k
singh | img2poems |
the itch prevails
the tags in the mind
don't respond | img2poems |
i've outlivedthe winter's allergiesand depressing rainsin a human zooi can livemy retirement toowithout pension and medicare:the wheelchair doesn't frighteni can liveuncared and unknownsurvive broken homethe numbness in the armsthe pain in the neckand inflation too r
k
singh | img2poems |
a jackal doesn't understand remorse
lions and lice don't waver in their course
why should they when they know they're right | img2poems |
on this third planet of the sun
among the signs of bestiality
a clear conscience is number one | img2poems |
can you see what i mean
can you see with every word i write
that proclaim a dream | img2poems |
what they see is transmitted
to god's control room
which is beyond our understanding | img2poems |
i want to be a bee digging into an onion heart
as you did to me dug and squatted
long after death and its fang | img2poems |
with a voice less loud though its
joys and fears show wool in dissembled
colours shine | img2poems |
it was on a day in spring
to find my way i had to travel long
in that unknown land | img2poems |
yet a million thoughts racing in every second ahead
i look across the lawn small shoes and tidy dress
seems so perfect on my friends | img2poems |
mysteriously she growl licking my face with her damp tongue holding tightly tightly to avoid any asunder
on top of my bed stands billy the bitch get of me
i strike like thunder | img2poems |
i might be able to fidn the dream road by spontaneously walking
to meet the new day with flaming eyes
instead of the flame of a burnt-out cigarette | img2poems |
one that leads to adversity by others but contentment for ones soul
and the other way round is just to prove self in front of others at the cost of self aspirations
at last the question remains | img2poems |
is the air clear there as thoreau's prose
with frost and sparkling water and day's close
as mild as soft as shows in 'evangeline | img2poems |
the stuff of liberty is a varying stuff
but from grant's men
lee's men nobleness should never want | img2poems |
souvent nous nous lovions sous l'auvent d'un laurier
au revers d'un ravin fui par les caravanes
aux torrents brutaux de nos veines | img2poems |
vaines
qu'un dieu jaloux tentait entre nos ventres vifs
d'exhausser en soufflant ses sables possessifs | img2poems |
sorry it is too late
dear fremds good night
ivan petryshyn | img2poems |
in it i always hear press on let go your fear
for things are working sine in heaven
all to god of grace | img2poems |
o zushio - is anju within your shadow
or has fate parted even the two of you
as it has parted us all | img2poems |
everyone shouts out
it
is fun to cook together as family | img2poems |
no one is born who is not born to die
chisel that truth and etch it into stone
idealism just cannot shield the bone | img2poems |
spring has arrived
all the children's faces
smiling and alive | img2poems |
the light trying to leap from his bones
and continue living unafraid unearthed
by age | img2poems |
standing in the hushed twilight before frogs begin to sing i listen to the last ship's bell signal the wane of day
my exuberant heart beats as to leap from my chest
i wait in the crystal moonlight that reunites family so we may go as one in search of the glorious future that awaits father and son | img2poems |
the intersection so that little girl who passes every day
with her yellow hair ties will look up and think of the moon
or of flowers | img2poems |
go back home go
before it's very late
spend time together | img2poems |
in all you do
ensure that love supports your role
nirvana's bliss will comfort you | img2poems |
but there is a stay
you can stop
time as it dribbles from you drop by drop | img2poems |
son
now i am afraid
what is there to be known | img2poems |
son
i begin to understand the reason for evasion
i cannot partake of your difficult vision | img2poems |
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