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Details | Free verse | |

How I Met Your Mother

Kids,
I once vacationed in the company of silence,
It was an unconscious scene bestowed upon
me;
Although I had a calling that answered my 
purpose, 
A myth of joy existed outside this career, 
I was left drowning in limbo, without an 
excuse; 
But there was a witness, who studied my trail 
without cause, 
And without apprehension, she helped to resurrect the 
the location of destiny; 
Allow me to reminisce on such. 

For it was in a previous portrait, that I encountered 
a dozen roses; 
Of these that I held, there were none that exceeded 
a brief touch,
A momentary scent that never returns; 
Now understand with this expression, it is not a
boast I intend to create, 
For I was seeking that gentle grip, in hopes of it never 
departing;
I continued a cold failure, never realizing the warmth of 
victory that smiled ahead. 

I settled on the peak of solitude, as my faith passed
away in obscurity, 
And yet, beyond these frozen eyes, there existed a 
narration of fate, waiting for my company; 
For you see kids, I’ve walked past the casual frame 
of your mother, 
And misplaced my sight, I’ve missed her spirit by 
petty inches, 
And when there was a vision of opportunity, my space
was occupied with trivial games. 

Then one day, I discovered a possession that linked 
heaven and earth forever, 
An umbrella your mother left abandoned; 
And yet, it was through her innocent misfortune, 
That I discovered her abstract songs, played upon
by the perfect key, 
Her heart that sits in prosperity, from the charity of 
deeds, 
A collection of beauty, your mother gracefully 
owns; 
By the time we crossed into cupid’s lair, I knew 
already, the verses of duality were written true, 
And with that, the perfect stranger discarded her 
title, 
Leading Renee into popularity; 
Hello became the endless quote, we spoiled into 
memory. 

As the task of life left this page briefly open, 
I responded with a mutual exit, confirming these 
lips of joy, 
And with revelations of challenge forever slayed,  
I peacefully fell, forever breathless. 


Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Details | Free verse | |

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


Details | Imagism | |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex


Details | Verse | |

Love Can Last

A marriage
is an old covered bridge
two people embark on together

taking shelter with promises of forever
but darkness ensues and threatens their endeavor
will creaky planks give way and collapse?

in time the darkness will pass
love can last.


Details | Free verse | |

My Comfortable Chair

Like my special comfortable chair
I'm reassured your always there
when I need you.

Providing a comfortable cushion
against harsh ravishes and rigors
of life.

My sanctuary
my my love
my heart and soul
my wife
my life.



Peter Dome.copyright.2013.July.


Details | Free verse | |

Bluebeard

My man is Bluebeard
On this holiday for two
And I don't want to go
To spend every hour asleep or awake 
With him
His voice controlling every action
every movement moment.
I will be caught in the might
of his King Kong grip
Alternately controlling
then beseeching
The needy man child
desperate to be loved
that makes this monstrous He
That must subjugate and control the She
To leave nothing to chance
In this the field of love
To hold and crush in his hot hand
the fragile wilting bloom
Content with that death
for ownership is all.


Details | I do not know? | |

and I will come

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/ 
when the fall gives its rights/ 
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I’ll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said “there’s no fortuitous meetings/

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you’ll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I’ll ask/
“are you ready to go?” / 
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn’t matter/
I don’t haste/ will be later/

…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/ 

And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/ 
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we’re alike/
And I….

I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/ 
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.


Details | Narrative | |

Sins and Virtues Chapter Three

As Love exited her house she found Faith hovering in her New transporter.
"Wow Faith this is beautiful".  "Thank you Love.  This is the new Neo 7000.
It was the last one left".  Interrupted by her communicator Faith answers
her call from Loyalty.  "Hello Loyalty what do you want?"  "Why you have to
ask like that Faith?"  "Just make sure Knowledge have you at the chapel on
time.  Now if you'll excuse me I have things to do".  "C'mon Faith we don't have 
time to play with Loyalty".  Rising higher in the air Faith and Love zoomed away.
As they flew through the sky Faith asked Love about her humanitarian organization
Opened Arms.  "How was your peace keeping mission in the country Limbo?"  
"The citizens there had a lot of raw emotions from the war.  There was a big scar dividing
the country".  "Your organization Opened Arms has a lot of strong positive influence.  How
long have Opened Arms been active in the humanitarian field?"  "Five years".  When the two
landed at the chapel Wisdom was waiting for them.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet aka Red Seven aka The Brown Philosopher


Details | I do not know? | |

Passion in D-Major

Passion in D-Major


Feeling, the sensuous brush-
strokes on a canvas,

swirling,

to a symphonic crescendo,

of our shared heartbeats,

fading between the notes,

feeling your soft body entwined 
with mine,

your form bathed in my infinite 
kisses,

our orchestral desire rising,

conducting a shared fusing of 
passion,

... the music echoing ...

over the precipice,

on the brink of dazzling rainbow 
hues,

lost in the void,
of an eternal instant,

plunging through the depths of 
rhyme,

pleading,
forever pleading,

for a prolonged,

bouquet of shared time.


Details | Free verse | |

Behind Closed Doors

Heart of Gold,
calming tides
holding on, hands intertwined.

The ironman
so bold, so brave.
An injured deer
step forth to save.

No echoing groans.
No sorrowing pleas.
Hard to see what lies beneath.

There are storms and guilt, rejection, betrayal
gnawing and snapping at his core.
But doesn't let a single salty drip ever hit the floor.

This is where he hides,
Behind Closed Doors.




Details | Free verse | |

the tides are rising

My heart is heavy from the waiting.
Lonely from sitting in silence
with nothing but my own inadequacies
to balm the wounds time festers.

Patiently abiding the time of recognition
when fate bows down and bestows a grace
sacrificing these tribulations for the mercy of love,
I wait for the coming of salvation
the benediction of true loves embrace.

The tides are rising-
and the binding on my soul is strong
am I to die a martyr?
With imminent despair I implore
come home and untie me...


Details | Free verse | |

I Do

Someday I will say 
"I do" to you 
and from this day 
I will forever long 
and always pray 
to hear your sighs
of light and day
as they mix with
midnight hearts like mine.
your veins and I 
will be the start of
something more than
day and night
combined.


Details | Narrative | |

Sins and Virtues Chapter Three

As Love exited her house she found Faith hovering in her New transporter.
"Wow Faith this is beautiful".  "Thank you Love.  This is the new Neo 7000.
It was the last one left".  Interrupted by her communicator Faith answers
her call from Loyalty.  "Hello Loyalty what do you want?"  "Why you have to
ask like that Faith?"  "Just make sure Knowledge have you at the chapel on
time.  Now if you'll excuse me I have things to do".  "C'mon Faith we don't have 
time to play with Loyalty".  Rising higher in the air Faith and Love zoomed away.
As they flew through the sky Faith asked Love about her humanitarian organization
Opened Arms.  "How was your peace keeping mission in the country Limbo?"  
"The citizens there had a lot of raw emotions from the war.  There was a big scar dividing
the country".  "Your organization Opened Arms has a lot of strong positive influence.  How
long have Opened Arms been active in the humanitarian field?"  "Five years".  When the two
landed at the chapel Wisdom was waiting for them.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet aka Red Seven aka The Brown Philosopher


Details | Free verse | |

Unholy Matrimony

They gather together in the pits of hell 
to join in unholy matrimony
Greed and Lust.  A union of sin with evil grins
the groom and bride exchange vows.
Greed-Just as hell is hot just as space is cold I promise to lay riches at your feet
and power in your hands.
Lust-Just as snakes slithers just as rats are diseased ridden I promise
to fulfill all your sinful desires.
By the powers invested in evil the groom may kiss the bride.
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red Seven aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet


Details | I do not know? | |

POACHER

The mother carries about her jutting womb,
pains, torments, fatigue… her daily companions.
For nine months or thereabout no one relieves her
of the bulk, and the toil attached to it.
At labour she is—oh! It’s unbearable!
If a baby girl she gives breath to,
She raises and nurtures her to her prime.



Growing and developing all her puberty signs, 
she swing-walks with a serpentine gait.
Her shape becomes attraction; her face derives affection;
yet her smiles command attention and the bulges
control desire; instilling it deep into the heart.
Consequently, she is adjudged wanted,
and shall soon be cardio-captured.



Unbeknown to her, all this sends invitation to man
who already paints an imaginary picture of her.
He checks with his heart to ensure correspondence;
if it is positive, he innovates finesse  to employ 
in order to lure the mother away
using appreciable words,
to render her weak,
before poaching her daughter away
with promises of eternal partnership.


Details | Free verse | |

I couldn't say no

 
It flooded the heart with its abundant love
I tried to say no, I tried to say no, no
I couldn't say no 
It was there to comfort me when misery seized
I turned to it for an advice when the world opened to swallow me
I could have said no
But its doors were always opened while yours were closed
And locked with hungry hatred that pushed me away
I couldn't say no
It gave me strength of the beast when your words plotted my downfall
I couldn't say no but yes
Yes to its soothing love that paid joy to my bitter heart
For it and I found endless happiness


Inspired by love between in-laws, When Ndumiso left his wife for her sister.


Details | I do not know? | |

POACHER

The mother carries about her jutting womb,
pains, torments, fatigue… her daily companions.
For nine months or thereabout no one relieves her
of the bulk, and the toil attached to it.
At labour she is—oh! It’s unbearable!
If a baby girl she gives breath to,
She raises and nurtures her to her prime.



Growing and developing all her puberty signs, 
she swing-walks with a serpentine gait.
Her shape becomes attraction; her face derives affection;
yet her smiles command attention and the bulges
control desire; instilling it deep into the heart.
Consequently, she is adjudged wanted,
and shall soon be cardio-captured.



Unbeknown to her, all this sends invitation to man
who already paints an imaginary picture of her.
He checks with his heart to ensure correspondence;
if it is positive, he innovates finesse  to employ 
in order to lure the mother away
using appreciable words,
to render her weak,
before poaching her daughter away
with promises of eternal partnership.


Details | I do not know? | |

POACHER

The mother carries about her jutting womb,
pains, torments, fatigue… her daily companions.
For nine months or thereabout no one relieves her
of the bulk, and the toil attached to it.
At labour she is—oh! It’s unbearable!
If a baby girl she gives breath to,
She raises and nurtures her to her prime.



Growing and developing all her puberty signs, 
she swing-walks with a serpentine gait.
Her shape becomes attraction; her face derives affection;
yet her smiles command attention and the bulges
control desire; instilling it deep into the heart.
Consequently, she is adjudged wanted,
and shall soon be cardio-captured.



Unbeknown to her, all this sends invitation to man
who already paints an imaginary picture of her.
He checks with his heart to ensure correspondence;
if it is positive, he innovates finesse  to employ 
in order to lure the mother away
using appreciable words,
to render her weak,
before poaching her daughter away
with promises of eternal partnership.


Details | I do not know? | |

POACHER

The mother carries about her jutting womb,
pains, torments, fatigue… her daily companions.
For nine months or thereabout no one relieves her
of the bulk, and the toil attached to it.
At labour she is—oh! It’s unbearable!
If a baby girl she gives breath to,
She raises and nurtures her to her prime.



Growing and developing all her puberty signs, 
she swing-walks with a serpentine gait.
Her shape becomes attraction; her face derives affection;
yet her smiles command attention and the bulges
control desire; instilling it deep into the heart.
Consequently, she is adjudged wanted,
and shall soon be cardio-captured.



Unbeknown to her, all this sends invitation to man
who already paints an imaginary picture of her.
He checks with his heart to ensure correspondence;
if it is positive, he innovates finesse  to employ 
in order to lure the mother away
using appreciable words,
to render her weak,
before poaching her daughter away
with promises of eternal partnership.