486 (Late Christmas Eve) |
486 (Late Christmas Eve) &n
bsp; &n
bsp; As rea... Posted by on Fri, 12 Dec 2008 16:30:00 GMT |
The Song |
A Poem Written for the Occasion of Matrimony Between
Megan Grover and Christopher Middleton &nb
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23 August 2008 &nb... Posted by on Mon, 25 Aug 2008 19:40:00 GMT |
694 |
694
The beaches are washing awayAnd love is nothingI can smell the seaSalty and pungeantNear like sexCurling through the airPushing through my noseInescapableThe fisherman has run ashore
When you wer... Posted by on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 01:20:00 GMT |
692 (Recollecting my first conversation with a friend that moved on) |
692
The chain to the light
Hangs on a screw
Which used to hold
The glass globe
That protected the bulb.
It clicks syncopatically
Against the rim of the metal frame.
As the fan swings in circl... Posted by on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 04:46:00 GMT |
#680 (The Fishbowl) |
#680
I am a fishbowl
I feel as transparent as ever
I have nothing left to hide
And although there is a fake plastic treasure chest
It is ajar
The wood is not real, though it's been weathered fo... Posted by on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 01:37:00 GMT |
# 673, A Poem About No One In Particular |
#673There is something tantric
About a poem
When I hear you speak it
When I hear you breathe
Life into the inanimate thought
Trapped so secluded inside you
And bring it out to share
In the wide open ... Posted by on Thu, 17 May 2007 01:17:00 GMT |
. 670 |
#670
I longed for the night of resolution
With a word from the mouth of your fingertips
To spring alight in the message box of anticipation
Upon a blue lit screen of midnight hope
When I logged ... Posted by on Tue, 08 May 2007 00:23:00 GMT |
Poets For Darfur |
Darfur's Innocent Offspring I shouldn't be telling you this, but....The government that calls ours the Red DevilAllows a girlTo be disavowedGang-raped, maimed, and beaten bloodyAscetic Caliphate ... Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 01:25:00 GMT |
#574 - Any Suggestions? |
#574
I live in the circle
A constant struggle
Good & evil
Right & wrong
Blue sun and
Four clover forecast
Beading rain
Beating my vehicle's rooftop
Patter of the persistent army
Troopi... Posted by on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 23:09:00 GMT |
This Occurred To Me The Other Night |
While attending Jennifer Hairston-Davis' reading at the Bellmore Memorial Public Library the other night, I heard from the basement police sirens outside or maybe they belonged to an ambulance, or a... Posted by on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 15:10:00 GMT |