Windell #11

I am without a home,

no place to call my own,

no house made of no limestone,

no house in no street in Bayonne.

 

But I live like this to say,

that man needs no home on a good day,

that there is another way,

that does not include a house with a pathway.

 

I travel the world,

my footsteps trace all but the underworld,

have traveled on boats with sails unfurled,

and ropes on decks in circles, all curled.

 

And when I was born, a month too early,

my parents, their vision blurry,

when asked what they would name me, prematurely,

“Windell, for he is desperate to travel the world.”

Panda-modium

Playful pandas
Cute and cuddly
Innocent like kids
Fun-dandy flights
Black and white
Big eyes and nose
Safe animals
Down the slides they go
Not common for pets
Hard to get
Love their reaction
They are an attraction
My daughters room is full
With them on the bed and walls
One day we may have
A pet panda real and all

Indelicate deflection

The first heart I ever broke

was my own

you could call it a ricochet

I’ll go with stupid

 

though immature is a

reasonable copout when I

am feeling self-charitable

 

at nineteen, we were

in love – not lust

well defined lines obeyed

 

then one night she told me

a family secret

I should’ve rolled with

 

I lost her because

I didn’t know any better

didn’t know much of anything

 

could I have done better?

She left, I stayed. Should I have

followed? There were days…

 

Mutual friends said she

thought I could take the truth

why I didn’t remains a mystery

 

She broke my heart, as I hers

collateral damage

of unintended refraction

– Mark L. Lucker
©  2016

Crystal Cases

Different poisons in crystal cases leave scars impossible to heal.

Hidden fears behind liquid curtains to cover up what you feel.

It hurts to much to remember.

It hurts just as much to forget.

Different poisons in crystal cases serves a lifetime glass of regret.

 

Lust

Sinuous sensuous

the lusty lass

she aroused in him

a beast he had long thought

he had killed.

Not her fault

she was just standing in the doorway

. Not his fault he was just lying

supine in bed

. Unclad both.

Royal beasts

. Of lust.

Pouncing. Prancing

. Playing the game of sex.

Beast to beast.

Animal to animal.

Lust to lust.

Primeval dance

of man and woman.

Little Bird

You fly so high

a humble little bird,

dear sparrow

 

I have always admired

your ways, little bird

that show freedom with humility

 

You are so tiny, yet

so brave, so beautiful

to have conquered the sky

if only a part of it.

Eagle or Thunderbird?

Eagle or Thunderbird?

 

The nest was at the top of the mountain,

Himalayan high,

and built from the

bones of my enemies.

 

I soared above it,

spying my young

who needed feeding.

 

I thought,

for such a long time that,

I was an eagle

soaring over

the bones of my enemies,

until I read

American Gods –

about Thunderbirds.

 

There was no lightening

above these mountains,

in my dream –

just flashes of a white feathered head

and tail;

soaring above those mountains,

Himalayan high

and built from the bones of my enemies.

(c) R. L. Elke 2016

 

 

This Night

This is the night when darkness is overcome by light
Salvation after much anticipation
It is noble and pure
Exciting to be sure
Sleep no more! Rise. Observe. Rejoice!
Darkness surrenders
This is the beginning of the day which will never end.

An orange with white dots female Turkish Angora

At first

she was awestruck

looking at the female kitten’s fur

so fluffy and orange

with its white face and orange nose

the kitten went back cuddling at it’s mother.

 

It has been two months since the kitten was born

It run here and there

but was defeated by humans hand

who were hungry for it’s fur

caressing the kitten as if it’s a cushion.

 

When it walked

from the kitchen to the parlor

their whistling were ignored

and it went straight to her feet

cause it believed

she won’t infatuated

over it.

 

The next three months went by

the orange with white dots Turkish Angora

remain devoted

by her feet

the rest finally

throw up the sponge

and conceded

she is the chosen one.

 

Because it sulk easily

she would lift it

from the floor

onto her lap

and it purred quietly

before napping away.

 

The house were remodeled

upgraded

and so

they are all stranded at her grandmother’s

along with the kitten

 

The mesmerizing fur

and elegance walk it presented

attracted the attention of her grandmother

The old madam demands it

she refuses to allow

but give in

after her parents’ instigation.

 

Only hours away

from the real time

they resided back in the house

when suddenly

the orange with white dots Turkish Angora

heave in sight

at the front door.

 

She did not shy away and fast making claim for it’s return to their house and they are inseparable.

She

Are you even listening? She barked at me

I smiled and watched her continue to talk

at me

No, I wasn’t paying attention

I was too busy memorizing the lines on your face

the color of your lips at 12:07pm

the way your hair curls

the way your laugh sounds as the sun fades over the horizon

“You never listen, I swear!”

She threw her hands in the air and stomped off