Poetry: Gravely Poetic

Monday, August 15, 2005

The Greater Judgement

Mother never loved you, you were tainted A speckled embryo in her womb A tiny misfortune, her mistake She should have aborted you And would have had she known The disappointing specimen of human genus You would become, the Magdalene complex Who will throw stones at mother now That she has thrown the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 12, 2005

Help...I think this poem needs a different ending!!!!!! Any suggestions?

Hellen's Fortune Talk to me dirty, eh As you grease your back to the wall Your hands jammed in pockets Not looking for change But caressing the swell there As you watch me fumble with my purse The jingling of my keys The vulnerable clatter of change A pick pocket on the run As my hands ferret,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, August 11, 2005

Bathing in Candlelight

She sits in her tub, warm water flowing Lapping her gentle slopes and valleys Brushing against slick thighs and dripping Like honey from the faucet overhead Beads of Rose salted perspiration Glistening on the nape of her neck Running down her pert breasts Stopping to graze her belly button As she... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, August 8, 2005

The Death of a Woman

His seduction was a game, Like Russian roulette Or a car chase in California Beating the odds Always striking while hot But she lacked vulnerability He could not tame her Nor sport her as he had the others And so he tied cement blocks To her strong heels Tossing her into the cold bay Where she sank... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 5, 2005

Voyage to Eden

On a bed against an open window She stretches her toes on crisp sheets Miles and miles of silky legs glistening From the humidity of a late night shower The fan purring in the recycled breeze She bites her bottom lip, waiting The digits on the wall, passing like traffic In the luminous glow of moon... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, August 3, 2005

The Sweet Morning After

Upon the shooting flames Of flesh held hostage by The faintest of touch And lured more so by the shush Of your breathless whisper On the delicate frame of my skin So sensitive it memorizes The trace of your tongue As though you patterned Your existence inside of me A muse to awaken song As the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, August 2, 2005

For Death Came Too Quickly

He spoke to me as though I’d better understand his words Strained but purposeful Eagerly lit from his tongue The red embers falling From his nimble fingers Something burned within him Like a mouthful of desert sand His parched throat and cracking lips Erased by the rush of tears Trickling from the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, August 1, 2005

Summer Love

Slip into me -like a cool rain On a moist as mouth -summer day Slip into me -like bed covers On a moonlit night -crisp and clean Slip into me -like the morning Showering dreams from -smiling lips Slip into me -like a fine wine So very sweet on my tongue -devouring intoxication Slip into me -like man Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, July 27, 2005

My Brother's Death

Did I ever tell you... no There was never time I thought I had so much – time More than twenty-four years To tell you that I loved you You knew, I think More so than me At least I could say it Consistently, as was my way My open heart, so unafraid But you revealed so little Who were you really My... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, July 22, 2005

The Origin of Melodramatics

My Shangri-la of a man Would found it impetuous To deliver Shakespeare's Othello And expect swooning When romantic words are Merely poetic flowers The audacity lies in the tragedy Of liaisons between lovers Caught in a myriad of deceit Torn between bloodlines And the playwright's eager quill Penning... Sign in to see full entry.

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