Poet,MichaelD.Brown

The body in death understands sleep Its grave-like posture mimics silent dream and weeps. This muted speech, this unswept dust. Hollow and undressed of soul it must Hold its position, inanimate, stiff, soon to taste the call -the trumpet sound so clear. To unstop every deaf and sightless ear.... Sign in to see full entry.

Slowly, without breaking records for time I am determined to love you, slowly without breaking records for time. The voice in my diaphragm speaks of sonnets, wafer thin, romantic, like the rudder that steers the moon.Together floating -a hollow lily pad -we rock back and forth with the motion of... Sign in to see full entry.

4/17/2007 This poem is a short one. Let me know what you think. I find In your love A certain utility. Passion -a tinted red Tongue strecthed Long in my mouth Kissing me long And hard as if I were French. Michael D. Brown Sign in to see full entry.

This is a new poem written at 7am 4/15/07 its just a little diddy Credibility The quiver in your voice, your pen -the fidelity of your thoughts, inspire trust, erase doubts, supplant fears with faith with every anchor for my soul. Michael D. Brown Sign in to see full entry.

The danger Meeting early When you are not free To love with the liberty That comes with status. You hold back feelings That find there way Without your permission. How do you refrain From the reprise That appears when you summon me In every dream? Michael D.Brown Sign in to see full entry.

How majestic the hour glass holding time, spilling grains of sky to Earth as if the heavens parting could fragment, become blue in death, rigor just after they die. Michael D.Brown Sign in to see full entry.