The gift of
Comradery
In this, poetic
Community
With no impunity
Just courage and empathy
My beautiful tribe
My fellow scribes
Raise your pens
(Or your fingers)
And be grateful
We’re done!
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The gift of
Comradery
In this, poetic
Community
With no impunity
Just courage and empathy
My beautiful tribe
My fellow scribes
Raise your pens
(Or your fingers)
And be grateful
We’re done!
Imaginary lovers
Never turn you down
my private pleasure
Midnight fantasy
my Wildest dreams
Imaginary lover
anytime
Imaginary lovers, oh yeah
ordinary lovers
lose their thrill
Imagination’s unreal
Imaginary lover,
imaginary lover
mine anytime
satisfaction guaranteed
Imaginary lover,
imaginary lover
mine all the time
imaginary lover
You’re mine
*lyrical blackout poem
“Imaginary Lover” by Atlanta Rythm
In a land far away,
Dreamlike fantasies play
Looking out of, the
majestic castle cave
Mountainous waters,
Flow, rushing over
Creating mystic sounds
As the light breaks
Her hallowed ground
Inside nestled stone, lies cold
For the comfort, of resting in my bed
For the pleasure, of another encounter with thee
For the peace, of another dawn
For the grace, of the line drawn
hard in the sand
For the joy, of music’s steady beat
For the understanding, of truths left untold
and for the mystery they still hold
Keep your lamps
trimmed And burning
The end of night is near
Only four more poems,
Music to our ears
Children don’t get weary
Keep your lamps trimmed
and burning
Echoing in my ear
Poetess with pen in hand
Draws near
Children don’t get weary
The finish line we’ll clear
I’m done.
Done with you.
You came for truth
I came for you
Too much time
Out loud
On my knees
You’ve crossed the line
A sign
On my knees
Life goes on
After years
Against the machine
Coming over
Killing everything
Your eyes looked
And don’t feel
Life goes on
**Lyrical Blackout Poem ~ “Our Love’s Funeral” by Raccoon Raccoon
Oh, Summer Solstice
longest day of the year
We’ll enjoy more sunshine
Let’s go out and play
Frolicking with Fae
Creative fires burning
Celebrate the harvest coming
As forbidden fruits, keep growing
Elder knowledge, flowing
Mother Earths heartbeat
Audibly humming
Buzzing
I remember the last 8 track player, in my dad’s automobile
I listened to B sides of my 45s
Stinging like bee~ Muhammad Ali
I twirled my fingers through
Tightly twisted spirals
Still attached to walls.
For hours on end.
I called the operator, to get the time correct
Or to call collect.
I have paid a quarter, where superman once changed.
Nowhere to be found today.
That’s tech~
passing by
Here I am
In the middle of the night
Pushing myself
Trying to get my words
Perfectly right
Seeking more of my own
Inspiration
More, than ever before
Faith, in my own poetic finesse
Carries me forward
To the finish line
Down the slippery slope
Of these, sleep deprived
Words of mine
Why take an airplane
I would rather take the train
Or drive in my car
I would rather fly off
the rails, then free fall from
High up in the sky