#552 Bastards

where there is one bastard;
another bastard will follow;
another is attracted to his rip and tear.

in a temple of tragedy;
so goes this bastards mentality;
once from clean clothes and despair.

where there is a one bastard;
another bastard will follow;
mixing words and dire imperfection.

an abundance of scandal should find him;
like atrocity with beaten feet;
along a path of lost needs.

where there is one bastard;
another bastard will follow;
a greek tragedy made for the masses.


copyrighted 2009

#550 CB Calling CB

What is a stupid poetry comment?
Is it the one from your lips?
Is it the quiver down to my fingertips?
What is a stupid poetry comment?

Sometimes I can't tell myself.
I ask for something nice.
But do I get it? It's just a stupid poetry comment
What is a stupid poetry comment?

Be it from me to know.
I just want to write poetry.
Do you know, can you tell me what a stupid poetry comment is?
Because I know, you know!


copyrighted 2009

#549 Bitch

Does your God think as I think?
Who is the damn spirit behind me?
What is the grace that never finds me?
Are you a bitch dame?


Does your God need death as one needs air?
Who is the person with blank stares?
What is your name (something painful)?
Are you a bitch dame?



copyrighted 2009

#547

Turn the light on - at first there is a cover.
Let the truth be known it is not over.
Let the darkness open your eyes.
Let me make you realize how sorry you’re going to be.

Turn the light on – at first it will be scarry.
Let me help you- there is no hurry.
Let me show you-what it is like.
Let me stab you at first time- it will be alright.

Turn the light on – there is not need to worry.
Let me thank you for this terrible story.
Let me wonder into your light and then turn it off.
Let me be - as I need to hurt you- it will be alright.


copyrighted 2006

Emily Dickinson

I was made to be kind

an unfeeling being





I walk in controlled lines

I am too, tame



I walk in chalk

my toes on the marks





I walk in 360 degree circles



an unfeeling being-



in kind obedience.









(RSVP to Emily Dickinson´s poem "I´m Nobody! Who are you?")


Copyrighted 2008

TS Eliot

On a tiny hill-



I hear a footfall;



It is mine as I dance.



I hear an echo -


as I walk upon a tiny hill -



A gold fill.



A tiny foot fall;



On a tiny hill.



copyrighted 2008

Virginia Woolf

Roughly,



I sleep well

on a water way sea



I reach for one cheek

one's ear, one's lips





I love well on the threshold

Of the gasping water way sea



I think well in the frail wind where -

I'm in jail.





Steady as I go.


copyrighted 2008

Loveliness Willing

To: Edgar Allan Poe

No soon is sooner,
No truth in the sun.

No diamonds as pretty;
as loveliness willing.

To dream and not dream
in the summer.

I see a chance - that follows the
dance of angels descending
to the bliss - to a haven high in my head.

I hear harps strung-
so high a song.

The blues seem in the sea
seem for me;
Surely, someday an adventure.

It will come-
For now what fills the moon;

No soon is sooner-
No truth in the sun.

Things Are Walking Beautiful Inside: KR

Things are walking beautiful inside;
Walking in the invisible day and night;
Can you see the silent cry in the sky;
From where it moves;
Do you hear the wind blowing love?

I know love-stay, quiet, slept and did.
I know love-afraid the truth then suddenly.
The law of love that speaks.

We love alone and never die alone;
A loving look - a love longing;
It's only God sent.

No mask internal disguises - the sea;
The cold from outside I hold;
to the night -which is me.

Stand close to the sea, love;
Stand close and let it move;
Surging like the sea;
So deeply saying nothing kneading through.

Without the night;
With all the naked floating air;
The sea is my only you;
blue, blue to blue sea cold-
sometimes its fraility snows;
into secular wind winding.

Quietly, all the hush bleeds through;

Stroking, strolling with its body,
hugging, kissing, satisfied.

How can you sleep all day for nothing - love longing;
Not letting the words - not allowing, not down;
Let it creep in, far in from the ground;
I draw upon blossoms boughs;
To fill with words loudly my will for you.

Let the words move
as we once knew
Let comfort from me to you.

Of all the things walking beautiful inside.

Dear Stranger

Three chimes of the heart -
A time will come, and a moment will pass,
When your indelible lips, which I have loved in (the)past,
Will kiss another

Two chimes of the heart -
So gently,
So softly,
So tenderly,
As they once did with me
In memories gone too fast.
In another's ear your laugh will charm, though still ringing in mine,
And of love his heart will be convinced, a trust which I resigned.
The beauty beating beneath your breast, the only I have ever known,
Will belong to another's caressing hand, every rip now stitched and sewn.

One chime of the heart -
Once the time comes, and after moment passes,
When your every thought is of him, as it once was with me,
I wonder if he'll realize how lucky he is; I wonder if I'll agree.
If ever you feel the pulse of my heart, no matter how faint the beat,
Remember always the undying love I had for you…

With a last chime of the heart -
Farewell, till the next time we meet.



Copyrighted 2009

To: Anne Killigrew

'nor did her sex' fall
nor did her lips ascend
to mine quite lost
for boys who are haunted
(before the yes is said)

yes the display of strong
yes love is taught to children
it is known they say 'love'
but they are just young tears
borrowed from the sparkle of her eyes
such things are born alive

sex is not her name


Copyrighted 2009

Dreams

To: Edgar Allan Poe


Your dream is within my dreams
It is me which looks to you now

These days are so very long
I have seen all the wrong

Hope to me is returned back to me
Which is now open with the clouds

I seen in the sands - the parts
That have flown and scattered all about

The infinity that races in my heart
It dies and restarts just as the sand

I so desperately weep
when the words aren't there for me to keep

I reach for you when I need that guiding hand
So far away that you be - in another dimension in another reality

The vision I see is here with me for always
No matter what the torment is

The howl that twist and clatter
The wickedness that chit and chatter
The creeping deep so far deep tightly

From rivers of despair
My hand that holds torment fair
Away we go to that place

It is our land for now and always



Copyrighted 2009

Crickets in the Wind

To: Edgar Allan Poe

Crickets in the stars
far within me dreaming
death of sound - but in the wind

Singing at last
has lasted two summers
The clicking sounds near my ears
captive and flowing on summits
if you listen
slight mumurs falling away

The awe (isabella)
That (isabella)


For her.....


copyrighted 2009

To: Dante

I am a philsopher who has been left dreaming
in all the spots and flickers of moons beaming
under all the street lights and on street corners
I am left to contemplate my life once again

For the times I cannot sleep - my eyes remain open
As I continue to count sheep, my mouth dangles open
So I am left to think with scars on my mind
All my troubles in design - all that I have has fury

Now my mind is not itself
Yet I worry night and day
Three gods in moonlight sun and rain
All caught up in my brain
Heaven must of held me and yet
A scattered soul remains
Warring oceans and restless shores to forget
There is humility flocking with my pain
A human voice - a memory in cement
Down my conscious dragging in demon space
Searching with eager eyes 123 seconds then
Cracking a great wall a long look stirring on my face
An honest person torn by hate blown rebellion
So fallen ina dead swamp So fallen

I saw an angel man standing fast
Where my fury was an hour ago
His feet was at a stand still at last
Lost in a paradise of hope
Plugged in the soil deep reaching
with his holy body tied me with rope
His roots like veins of blood to keep within
He posseses a greatness in his solitude blazing in light and laughing
Like light blazine from the sky he crossed in the infection of light boldly
He saves my soul, my seas, my sun bearing illuminous like master
Whistling to wake to see the seed sprout from the earth worldly
Moving the deep thought air instrument of love in the air of song
My hidden heart pouring like rain drips from water melted cold
He seeds down into my greatness

His hands on my broken words hate subtracted
The (we) who rose with rising flame
Formed body and body riding heavy into time
Oh, that angel man, the seer
gliding from side to side
His magic I did seek -
I looked into his eyes
deep deep into his soul his weak -
I should never forget
Senseless his wall his will
to never let me reach death
Let me not die (he said)
He reached into my soul
He turned my once light into twice light without ever letting me know



Copyrighted 2009

Poet to Poet

You and me;
pulling off, red velvet.

Without instructions;
without protection.

Learning each other's secrets;
with whatever strength there maybe.

The love of natural words.
(as they put it)

Serious matters -
Capturing each other in the great unknown.

We both hold inside ropes -
Unnamed, anonymous, unaddressed.


Copyrighted 2009

The Great Sleeper

The great sleeper in rivers and rain;
The desire lighted by cause and conclusion;
Shall rise five million miles and never rock down.

As liked for every dark age;
there is a plant, herb, tree and flower for learned men;
To what please a coast in felt sun.

Love is free, a creation being;
no heart in fury;
it dances in favor with the great one,

A gladden heart - great sleeper.
The clever color of fire;
There sits - the pleasure and well being of the great sleeper (the great one).



Copyrighted 2009

Sugar To Sylvia Plath

Whose mirror -
I look into with crystallized kindness?

I lay my thoughts in question
to think.... to write...sugar is the cure.

I lay my chart so high in the sky into nebulous blooming.

Sugar swims in the trees
Sugar marvels in good weather
Sugar jet streams river recessive

For more than 30 years, sugar seeds and thrusts its dance (we are married)

Sugar is kindness to me.


Copyrighted 2009

Erection for Anne Sexton

How he makes a tree;
He starts with cinder things;
He gets enough wood to hold the leaves.

He builds a ladder to its trunk;
He starts to see his alchemy;
He takes a knife and blades away.

He uses the knife to build;
A tree naked with strong, sturdy, head.
Doing his duty - a written message with gracious words.

Thick, worn, lean
One by one
then one to seven

This labor - is a thing - hunting nature's erection.



Copyrighted 2009

To: Rudyard Kipling

To: RK

I can keep you in my mind, my friend
I can master your dreams
Go and be gone with time


There I am never giving away to
The thoughts we think
We can keep our hearts walking

And to lose my heart to start
After the words have forced itself to nothing
I hold on

I hold on to the allowance of good
The trust in myself
The hate no to be triumphant – I hold on

Nor walking, nor losing neither myself a fool
I won’t hurt for you again
I won’t meet with the same lies, the same loss, the same gone friend

Be it that every happy moment
Is met with a sad song
I can keep you in my mind, my friend, all day long

No doubting
No waiting
No thinking….I trust myself

I can keep you in my mind, my friend
I can master your dreams
Go and be gone with time


Copyrighted 2009

Red Rose for Robert Frost

Rose Lily Rose Lily

Of lily white and deep red rose
Of pure delight and plum symbols
April-May brings the showers here
A red, red, red in nature’s soul

The sad it brings vermillion tears
Red flowers splendour color leers
The sadness it grows and it grows
A sad red color stems in years

The sight, a thousand visions ache
In red fullness a voice awaits
To make a petal flowered speech
My single breath it takes away

A painted rose in gone release
When new tears swell and throws its seeds
An old red lover dies in peace
A new lover springs in release



Copyrighted 2009