An avalanche of chills covers me in epiphany
And this once desolate icicle called my heart – gives pause
I was not ready for the shiver given on this
Thus when the tingle does vanish I am left with naught
But the sounds that words cannot express
And this simple gift of truth from you to me
You are all I ever wanted
Not because you are anything
But simply because you ARE
Welcome to the world my child
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I can type in a cadence,
While I write some prose
Yet it is seen all in print or pixels,
What voice is given those?
I’m New York City born and raised,
Yet by southern women bred,
But rarely either of those things known
The first time my words are read
You don’t hear the rapid staccato
Of my native Harlem streets
Or when it’s breathy and drawled
Like a Carolina belle so sweet
But yet you hear me
No, my voice is then a rolling brogue
Or a clipped Queen’s English call
Or Any language that wants to be dVerse
Wait, do you know any Klingon at all?
Because for all my written verbiage
There is one major limitation
My voice is solely in province
Of you, the reader’s imagination
This when anger ravages, my throat’s rawness is real
When heartache tears my soul asunder, I choke then
Stillness brings my silence, while silliness peals laughter
And you know this, though not one word is spoken
Ah, but yet you hear me
Yes, you hear me
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dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Meeting The Bar ~ Hearth, Home and Common Speech
He hangs up the latest hand-me-down
Something else his brother has outgrown
Hating his brother’s favorite of ordinary brown
Grateful at least his underwear is his own
Mike dreams of the day of going uptown
And the price tag is for him alone
She steps into the enlarged paneled room
Where Manolo & Versace jumped to her call
She covers the self-loathing she consumes
Hating her reflection on the mirrored wall
Casting aside yet another custom-made plume
Victoria complains of nothing to wear at all
Crashing glass wakes Jenny from a dream so sweet
And knows Dad’s drunkenness is profound
The lumbering sobs signal her mother has just been beat
She won’t be protected from this newest round
Tears blur the pastel characters on her sheet
She takes the pain without making a sound
Knowing all his habits to the “T”
Leslie’s watches him undress as before
Patiently waiting, naked as you please
For the look of surprise when he opens the closet door
Even as his Uncle swears, this won’t continue to be
Leslie’s not stopped as he kneels on the floor
She cries out and bangs on the locked closet door
Desperate not to make Mommy sadder
Fearing a worse repercussion if she did it “once more”
The frustration makes Shelly madder
As she clutches Big Bunny and clears a spot on the floor
And finally loses control of her bladder
Prejudice is an injustice! Fight for Equality!
Public words Rick’s parents have always touted
Having lived in a home of hypocrisy
Their true feelings he’s never doubted
Hoping his loves endures the difficulty
Of his fear of being outed
The commissioner blinks hard as sweat gets in her eyes
But Marlene can’t stop to wipe them away
She will reappear in a few moments with refined lies
“Oh I’m just a little under today”
But right now she desperately feels for hidden supplies
Her jonesing having the ultimate say
To judge in this age is not for us to call
The clock ticks on our own souls’ debts
Whether made of the mind or a physical wall
The secrets who can say better yet
The susurrus to which we all befall
In smiling silence of our own closets
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In obeisance
Head raised
Breath
Moistened
Through the lungs
Heated
From the pulse
Slips
Slides
Sighs
Across parted lips
Lucky
In reverence of
The beauty
Spread before him
For the first time
Seen
For the first time
Tasted
Deeply
Her head
Thrown back
Mouth agape
Calling
His name
In rapture
Enraptured
By
The Lord’s Kiss
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A 55 word poem for dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Form For All: Fifty-Five Shades of Grey
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Smoke filled rooms stage the plays
Gyrating bodies form a human maze
The next face may be for always
Looking for true love through the haze
Words barley audible through the din
As if what’s wanted is conversation
And if it doesn’t work tonight, tomorrow try again
It doesn’t take much persuasion
Another night of pretext, a major pretension
A small piece of latex, the true intention
Variations on a theme standing still
The titles change, the players remains
Clubhouse, disco, honky talk, bar & grill
And the morning’s desperation of remembering names
Another night, another chance to explore
Last night found what you were looking for
Hung out, now hung over the cool white throne
This morning finds you still all alone
Smelling of cheap everything, feeling cheaper all the more
Playing a game, that guarantees a losing score
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The angels up in heaven guide every thing we do
They watch us and support us and gently help us through
All that life has for us, the unexpected and the planned
From the moment that we’re born, until next to God we stand
Some stand watch above us as when we just can’t sleep
Others give us comfort for the times we weep
Some angels gather up the dreams that come during the night
So when our eyes are open their sisters get the details right
There are angels whose voices whisper in our ear
at just the right moment to conquer all our fear
They are sisters of the voices that guide you when you stray
From the His path, they help set you back on the right way
There are unique angels who help keep friendships whole
should we hurt the ones we love when we lose control
There are angels for our hearts and we give them plenty to do
As we go through all the wrong ones, for our soul mates true
Season Angels guide not our earthly clime,
but rather our earthly time
From the Spring angels trumpeting our birth,
until the Winter angels’ last bells chime
Granted some Angels paths are shorter,
while other have a longer phase
But each in turn guide through
the Summer and the Autumn of our days
From the moment that we’re born, until next to God we stand
All that life has for us, the unexpected and the planned
They watch us and support us and gently help us through
The angels up in heaven guide every thing we do
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dVerse ~Poets Pub | The Mind of a Child–dVerse Poetics
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I ride the dusk
Streaking across the infinite horizon
Clouds tinted in lines rubicund and indigo guide me
Into the deep, into the dark, the eventide of my heart
I don’t fret, I’ve been here before
I know this darkness, know it well
When it consumed more than the rays of daylight
When it consumed my hopes and dreams
When it consumed me
And then regurgitated
An empty shell back into the world
But this? This dark is different
I don’t fret, I’ve been here before
This time I am the consumer,
I enter into this willingly, knowingly
That this blackness has an end
That this blackness is indeed finite
That there is an other side
I don’t fret, I’ve been here before
The erstwhile hollowness
Restocking itself to whole
Into the dawn, into the sunrise, the reemergence of my soul
Horizon tinted in lines tawny and cerulean guide me
I disembark as dawn streaks across the infinite horizon
My trip done, my voyage beginning
I don’t fret…
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dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Meeting The Bar – The Beat Poets and their Poetry
Sadomasochism,
the right mistake.
Beauty’s punishment.
The girl who played with fire,
catching fire.
What you pay for, under a velvet cloak
The subtle knife
The golden ass
Twinkie, deconstructed
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dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Form for All: The Hidden Poetry in Books
This is a new form (for me) called Sorted-book, or Spine poetry. In essence, a sorted-book or spine poem is a poem found or created from book titles from the spines of books. A photograph of the books is a part of the form itself.*
As I will not have time to go to a library to find/create something more comprehensive, the above is from a set of books I am donating to a local LBGT Center. That they were easily accessible by being right next to my computer helped.
And for those who may be confused by the placement of the last book/line in the poem here’s Urban Dictionary to help: Twink
I’ve since lost the photo, not sure how, and donated the books as stated. *Apologies.
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These things and more I’m powerless to stop,
Thoughts of you coming unbidden and unblocked,
Enchanting and bewitching, you have captured my soul,
Lost and helpless, my body aches anon with your toll.
Lucius Kane / Unbidden Thoughts
Time’s jests had fooled us all to think of spring
Oh but winter but still had some fight within
Exposed by the elements did bring
Torn umbrellas now tossed into trash bins
The sudden storm made mockery of the thing
Just walking in the rain, garments given to sop
It takes away all pretense of privacy
Our peaked bodies’ crow with immodesty
It is sooner to control the next dew to drop
These things and more I’m powerless to stop
Oh send in the clowns for surely it’s some joke
How thoughts of that day even now make me swoon
And the fire within the memory doth stoke
It moves in from the dark side of the moon
And decorum evaporates like smoke
I watch my resiliency become something to mock
Trapped within my own dreams hot finish
With relief I succumb to my soul’s wish
I suppose by now I should not be shocked
Thoughts of you coming unbidden and unblocked
We’ve known each other since youth, shoes unlaced
And long ago packed away the trappings of such
Do I mistake that your feelings are of even pace?
Or do I project on you that which I do want so much?
For you to yearn for my touch upon more than your face
And there’s naught but one way for this ache to console
For without you I find I can’t breathe none the less
When with you I find I’m completely breathless
When the seeds of patience blossom into reality whole
Enchanting and bewitching, you have captured my soul
I dared not imagine it could ever be like this
That this joy wholly felt I’d even be worthy of
The elation of knowing your sweetest of kiss
Or the love that came from up above
Now just footsteps away from consuming bliss
Your crooked finger beckons in sweet cajole
And I decide there are few sweeter sounds in life
Than heard quote the words that made you my wife
No cost so high of favors – this heart can deny dole
Lost and helpless, my body aches anon with your toll.
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Don’t think about all the things you fear, just be glad to be here
Eyes meet across a noisy, crowed room
Think long, think wrong it’s just for show.
Fire weds desire, emotions in bloom
Don’t over think the moment just go with the flow.
Whose to say that this mutual attraction,
Is just momentary thrill?
Is this another chance you let go in your lifetime?
Or do you do what you will?
Don’t think about all the things you fear, just be glad to be here
Do you want the comfort of a perfect stranger?
Do you feel you’ve known each other all along?
Do you want safety? Do you want danger?
There is no right or wrong.
‘Cause in the morning you may not care.
‘Cause in the morning you may want it all.
It may not go any further from there.
But if you’re to rise, you’ve first got to fall.
Don’t think about all the things you fear, just be glad to be here
Tomorrow may be joy, the day after sorrow,
Don’t fret about what the Fates will allow.
You’ve only got right now.
Only now.
Don’t think about all the things you fear, just be glad to be here
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dVerse ~ Poets Pub | OpenLinkNight – Week 109
With a slight nod to FC Kahuna’s “Hayling“.
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