Because I'm a Poet - A Poetry Thread

IckDay

The vicious nature of your wrath
Gets heaped upon my head
I carry it upon my back
It sleeps inside my bed

With cautious fear I check the phone
To see what harm you’ve lobbed
Emails weighted down with stone
As dignity is robbed

Walk slowly on the eggshells
Make sure it doesn’t crack
Facades are fragile creatures
They cut so little slack

Choose words that have no meaning
The weather or one’s health
While inside I’m careening
just trying to save myself

A coffee or a valium
A smoke to calm the storms
A bowl of chocolate ice cream
Help deal with daily norms

What looks like just a doormat
Is stronger than you know
It doesn’t mean I’m staying
But rather, leaving slow

You thought I’d take it lightly
Continue on this way
Cuz I won’t let you fight me
But there will come a day

I Am the Poetry Man

Its not always dark, though i find i write better when i'm pained.. as often many a muse could tell you. I've tried to move on from that style though, Seriously i have 100's spanning decades... Styles change, the lexicon changes, you know writing is complicated hahah.. I am rather proud of my Jack the ripper poem though..
The next one though is kind of an opus though. Its long and sprawling in 3 parts.. (inspired by T.S. Elliot, depression, sleep deprivation, multiple ex-gf's, Louis Bunuel, Thomas Covenanat Chronicles, Dore, and Arabian nights..)


~The Canto of December 1st
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i.

The wind of December
Lulls and pacifies
Through the window;
Time moves so much slower.

Torn from a hibernation so cold.
In frosted air the clock ticks;
I sit on my hands; Your heart lock clicks;
And with tender lips I'll kiss the blood from
your gorgeous powdered wrists.

Eyes affixed to stars immobile.
The collapse and desolating weight of reality.
Like a tarpit, I, a fossil in total;
Strung along golden thread from yesterday,
As if I, among the living, gained implacement,
Uncomplicated fade, derailed from the grave.
To footing loosed, a rockslide away.
Snowblind in torrid blankets, white.
That root, which bindeth, and yet holds firm.


ii.


Gladly fallen again, Angel, you.
Where I deign, a noted stop, down.
For I reign in gray soot.
December black, alive in terma.
Resistant to the push of climes to come;
Amongst only us.
The Word to make it real.
The world is made to feel.
Pulled out of crystal, with lacewings aloft;
In the cavern of Light, the true King is born.

Frozen, twisting, rising, periphial;
My Kingdom 50 seasons, a million and one.
The Seven Thousand reasons it has begun.

Tied together, wings in sun's splendor;
Glass cages shatter, lips that meet;

In binding, indeed, under linen so fine;
The razor to find it hidden;

Among so many scars, and a life inside cars;
We'll still find the sentence to say it in.



iii.


Every goddamned time.
(saw this in a shooting star 2 days before)
Knew from that look you give me.
(uninterrupted)

(continues)
And the band played on.
And our friends kept eachother busy.
As always, divine moments, seconds, minutes even.
Smiles and laughter*

(she said it first)
and i kept going
and i wanted to keep going but*
and we believe everything we say.
Now you're right next to me.
Now your hand is in mine.
Now vulnerable grace.. Its True:
We're safe.
In arms.
Embracing. I can't focus on anything (pupils dilate, our presence is ebbing)
Buoyed.
Subtle.
Inticing.
It's the right thing.

(lights flicker) "I want for you, this."
*gestures everywhere*
**arms flying, fingers as tightly pointed as the beak of hummingbird**
"AND THE WHOLE WORLD."
And every sentence that says that kind of thing.
That's written. Ever.
All the words that we could ever humbly feel, in our combined selves, as close as two could feel enjoined..>>>

(Time stops; Geranium/Venus/Jupiter/a heartbeat/*, Owls*, Snow*, Ocean waves crash on shore*, her smile in campfire light*,.,))


(Time remains stopped, but keeps going for the sake of adversity)

So she kissed me.>>>>
And so a billion lights.
And mountains made of life, and ancient lakes and seas.>

<(Their winged courtiers soaring with majesty over reflections, the sounds of exotic birds echoeing the vastness of forever)>

<And so a billion kindnesses, and forgivenesses..
A billion tiny reminders, a thousand beautiful torches, alight on every single moment of my being.
I remember everything, and you overflow with scalding, loving magma. Bursting and we sway awash;
~IN BURNING TIDES OF LOVE AND TRUST..~

And that was it, nothing else ever happened ever.

THE FUCKING BEAUTIFUL END. FOREVER <3

i am so glad to see all the new poems shared since i have last been here!
this is my favorite kind of reading - thank you thank you


for never ending poetry!

Don't know if this is appropriate but I wrote this after a dream I had following a strange encounter with a bear in Shenandoah NP:

I let my ill will shine. I let what I know be mine. If I have to I will write this as a list for you. I am setting a precedent, a flavored night vessel. Wholly on track and listening.

You're face peaked through the underbrush. Body then appeared elephantine, with two deeply sunken eyes, like a skull with thin flesh. Eyes like dimes shone with a brilliant shine and intelligence. Your face broke then a smile, with misshapen mouth, and neck stretching serpentine, slender and long.

Skin gravely grey, armored face appears on second observation then, turning my way. You seem to me top-heavy and odd to these old eyes.

Then things at your sides suddenly rush towards me. Seeming like dogs, except able to turn tighter corners. I sense no ill will and let sheer terror subside. You strode out further to where I've just gone, feeling me out, making sure I am aware.

I am then boarding a train. I am standing there, suppressing a shiver, waiting in line at the pass. These things seem so before-hand now to me. The sign signals my destination and departure time. Uninterested.

Seeing ahead, past the rows of heads in front of me, I notice a hurried expression on the face of the terminal worker. He rushed the next one on and kept on checking the time.

Something feels amiss. Can't place it yet though (we all crash).

^^^ Nice one! :) :) :) My words want to do your words. Hahaha.

and love to you!

One, just one
It’s now begun
Not a single jingle
‘Til deeds are done -
A span unspun
The colored run
Why are you absent
My wayward son?
My passing atoms
From Eden – Adam’s
Matched aplomb,
The frosted summer suns
(July will bring the dawn)
As we will rise
Skipped stones thrown amidst the sky
As locusts now we dive & die
Pursing, fallowed, cursed and waned
Still set in ships of wooden frame
The Phoenix flame
The sacred Wedding
America in full-swing, dancing
In the newer, greater light
The brightest starlight carousel
Pitched forward on the pallid one
And wishing for a faster resolution

My parents said you rang their door
looking to find me again no more
You were torn and tattered and high again
my mother said you burned your last friend

They took you in and gave you a meal
they didn't care if you had to steal
You took their couch and cried all night
my father said you had lost your fight

When morning came you had gone
you had written the words from a sad sweet song
You left the words flat on a table
my parents searched for you in pimp willie's stable

They didn't tell me you had come
I would have flown, I would have run
To hold you again to the end of time
My one, my true, my love of mine

They called me just the other day
there really wasn't much to say
Your body was found in Astoria Park
twisted and broken in shadows dark

I wake each morning and live my life
I think you'd like my lovely wife
I carry you in my secret place
And still I seek your lovely face

just north a pace or just south
there becomes a place in between
the roads leading beyond the yonder trees
where hidden rows of morning's spontaneity
comes bursting with life for all to see
there on the merry homestead of thee
did i meet you fairly
did you greet me squarely
have we but barely touched our feet
upon the given lands
in busy dreams with many hands
together coming and summing up
the total coupling of these mountains
climbing still higher above
our rooftop now dripping
with ten thousand tiny rain drops
now swirling with beginning winds
blowing where they've not blown before
around the corners of the river beds
massaging the shore of steady
and sacred and ready
holding eternity's eddy
and my heart