Poetry for killing time

[bronzeage]

This grieving place, which you chose
is an arid field where nothing grows.
I'll catch your tear in my hand
and deny it to the desert sand.
Your tears are like a liquor sweet,
brewed from your sorrow and defeat.
Distilled to make a healing balm,
with powers to sprout a rose in my palm.

 

[AlotLikePsyche]

Together

Together with friends and still alone, he asked her if he had lunch yet. She said, "No, honey, not yet. Are you hungry for it?"

The food came and the subject changed, but she just watched him. They were invited to a wedding and she said, "We'll come if he's still with us." She checked his tea and told him to scoot up to the table so he could hear.

A couple behind them danced so much together they seemed not to notice their song was mostly their own. He showed her the couple and said, "We used to know a couple who danced like that."

She moved closer to him and they shared the memory of dancing together.

 

[atmas]

Together with friends and still alone, he asked her if he had lunch yet. She said, "No, honey, not yet. Are you hungry for it?"

The food came and the subject changed, but she just watched him. They were invited to a wedding and she said, "We'll come if he's still with us." She checked his tea and told him to scoot up to the table so he could hear.

A couple behind them danced so much together they seemed not to notice their song was mostly their own. He showed her the couple and said, "We used to know a couple who danced like that."

She moved closer to him and they shared the memory of dancing together.

The last sentence, in fact the last five words, are an entire love story of their own.

 

[AlotLikePsyche]

I do not wait for you.

edit.

 

[HB1965]

I have opened my hand to life.
I have stretched out the fingers to accept the gift
That most already know.
I will not now sit in the darkness
Robbing myself of the light
And the beauty of the world.
I will accept the society of others in like minded thought,
And I will know the joys that only we humans can know

 

[atmas]

The long gentle shadow has whispered across the tile
and with each caress a day has ended
The flutter of your touch,
longed for but not yet sensed
as real as a cherished dream
and as perfect as a solitary note,
carries the entire song.

We feel the last rays of light,
our hearts hear the kiss we so sing,
and see our hope before our very eyes.

 

[SheRemembers]

I this page of posts.

 

[HungryJoe]

Terrific!
Why did I not know you had something like this in you?

I dunno! I guess that we spend most of our time drinking beer and talking about the sweet girls on Lit.

Here's another prose poem that I wrote:

Spice Street belies its name: a mere block, it starts at the killer avenue and ends at the no-exit service road and abandoned train tracks. Walk its length; drag your right-hand knuckles along the parking lot's chain link fence. Glancing to your left, squint to make out the ghostly, weightless brick. Try to peer through the nearly-opaque windows crisscrossed with thin, dead iron. Pause as the brick gives way to the bright-red wood of the industrial hovel that squats here, blind and anonymous. Cross the street carefully. Step towards the alcove that is nothing but architectural carelessness. Look into it, and see the broken crease of asphalt yielding forth two sassafras trees. If you can, ponder the bristling mass of dead stalks, the stubbornness, the refusal to die. Gently, touch these green leaves and bring your fingertips to your nose. Inhale deeply and take with you the only spice this street can offer.

 

[glo33]

I dunno! I guess that we spend most of our time drinking beer and talking about the sweet girls on Lit.

Here's another prose poem that I wrote:

Spice Street belies its name: a mere block, it starts at the killer avenue and ends at the no-exit service road and abandoned train tracks. Walk its length; drag your right-hand knuckles along the parking lot's chain link fence. Glancing to your left, squint to make out the ghostly, weightless brick. Try to peer through the nearly-opaque windows crisscrossed with thin, dead iron. Pause as the brick gives way to the bright-red wood of the industrial hovel that squats here, blind and anonymous. Cross the street carefully. Step towards the alcove that is nothing but architectural carelessness. Look into it, and see the broken crease of asphalt yielding forth two sassafras trees. If you can, ponder the bristling mass of dead stalks, the stubbornness, the refusal to die. Gently, touch these green leaves and bring your fingertips to your nose. Inhale deeply and take with you the only spice this street can offer.

splendid!

 

[glo33]

The long gentle shadow has whispered across the tile
and with each caress a day has ended
The flutter of your touch,
longed for but not yet sensed
as real as a cherished dream
and as perfect as a solitary note,
carries the entire song.

We feel the last rays of light,
our hearts hear the kiss we so sing,
and see our hope before our very eyes.

just like a caress...so soft and light and so incredibly tender..

 

[HungryJoe]

Nothing But Dawn

Inspired by, written for, and published here with the permission of SheRemembers.

Nothing But Dawn

Nothing but dawn dresses
her dreaming;
I am the mist that rises,
seeming
made of her body and sun's
warmth streaming.

On her slopes and valleys
lingering,
I am a bird, jealous and
teasing
at my foe sleep's sly, deep
scheming.

Then her lips part, her eyes
are fluttering;
I feel my blood quicken,
beckoning
her to her day and my thoughts
playing.

She welcomes me as day's
first stirring;
I'm a fresh wind, gladly
exploring
a world just made new, small
and willing.

 

[HB1965]

Beautiful Joe. Thank you and thank her would you?

 

[HungryJoe]

Dusk

This is the companion piece to Nothing But Dawn. It, too, is inspired by, written for and published by the permission of SheRemembers

Dusk

Dusk alights upon her hip,
a master's brush-stroke,
the slightest hue.
Orange fades, leaving red
to die there on her skin
and only the richest blue
ghosts remain -- haunts
of another day gone,
tamed all-through.

Night anoints her head,
an unfelt caress and
a wanting kiss,
hurrying away with all
her cares, her worries,
leaving only this
bed, these sheets, her
hair, strewn amidst
pillows and bliss.

Silence holds her body,
in a kind and quite
familiar way,
drifts with her, in a
dance between the
old and coming day.
She smiles, exhales,
and falls away from
if, and could and may.

 

[HungryJoe]

Beautiful Joe. Thank you and thank her would you?

I will, and thanks for you kind words.

 

[glo33]

very beautiful HJ...both poems

 

[HungryJoe]

very beautiful HJ...both poems

Thanks, glo! You're awfully sweet.

 

[atmas]

Let's not pretend,
but pretend anyway.
Let's not get carried away,
but let's let go.

I don't have a garden
but if I did
I'd invite you in because
my garden would love to meet you.

 

[atmas]

Though your touch has fled
it lingers.
I feel your fingers
but sense too what your fingers feel.
The cool, the smooth, the coarse. Your soft.

Feeling what you've felt,
your story becomes mine.
Your song comes to my lips,
and I sing to hear you.

 

[Sean]

vindication
vicious
the slow come down.
Smug.
Aaaaaaaaahhh.

 

[HB1965]

In these days
I’ve made love to you with my soul
I’ve touched you with my spirit and felt you sing
I’ve felt the sweetness of your emotions.
I’ve felt the whisper of your heart

I know the real essential you
Because it has become part of me
My heart aches each day to know more
And to wrap you in a healing embrace

 

[Horus_rules]

In these days
I’ve made love to you with my soul
I’ve touched you with my spirit and felt you sing
I’ve felt the sweetness of your emotions.
I’ve felt the whisper of your heart

I know the real essential you
Because it has become part of me
My heart aches each day to know more
And to wrap you in a healing embrace

Very nice poem!

 

[HB1965]

Very nice poem!

Thank you

 

[Honey123]

In these days
I’ve made love to you with my soul
I’ve touched you with my spirit and felt you sing
I’ve felt the sweetness of your emotions.
I’ve felt the whisper of your heart

I know the real essential you
Because it has become part of me
My heart aches each day to know more
And to wrap you in a healing embrace

that's beautiful...

 

[HB1965]

that's beautiful...

Thank you

 

[glo33]

Darkness -Lord George Gordon Bayron



I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went -and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chilled into a selfish prayer for light;
And they did live by watchfires -and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings -the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed,
And men were gathered round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those which dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanoes, and their mountain-torch;
A fearful hope was all the world contained;
Forests were set on fire -but hour by hour
They fell and faded -and the crackling trunks
Extinguished with a crash -and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them: some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnashed their teeth and howled; the wild birds shrieked,
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawled
And twined themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless -they were slain for food;
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again; -a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought -and that was death,
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails -men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devoured,
Even dogs assailed their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famished men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the drooping dead
Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answered not with a caress -he died.
The crowd was famished by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heaped a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage: they raked up,
And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects -saw, and shrieked, and died -
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless -
A lump of death -a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirred within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal; as they dropped
They slept on the abyss without a surge -
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The Moon, their mistress, had expired before;
The winds were withered in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perished! Darkness had no need
Of aid from them -She was the Universe!