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Details | Free verse | |

Spider songs

Blades of grass, wet under foot, insect eyes  
Dusk, offset by the cricket orchestra 
Muted and receding into the trees and bushes,
Tickled by the wind, rattling snake tail wind 
While we may be in the company of wolves,
A long legged friend is late for the party 

Eyes, little iridescent stars 
Attending to each one, and look there, 
There she is, making the most beautiful geometry 
Parallels within the octagons, pulling silks
An arm for every task, little perpetual motion machine

Is that the Queen of the Night under the rusted iron? 
A forlorn lady, black patent leather, kill a man, maybe two 
With her danger red symmetry, oozing with youth 
And a penchant for paralysis, no one can resist her wine

Then there's the hall of cob webs, threadbare handkerchiefs
Left by ladies who exhausted all of their company 
To be a spectacle under the moon, in the wood pile 
Dressed up in the finest furs, all earth tones 
Stepping out to introduce themselves in girlish droves 

Venus of another sort, these little cursed jezebels 
Hovering on the skin of the water, or on the red brick wall 
Must frequent every happy corner, and slip away at a moment's notice
A real lady always knows when to say goodnight
Such graceful exits through cement cracks
Back to the parlor, to glow in the dark 
And they become spiders again 




Details | Alliteration | |

The Night Owl

Hoot! Hoot! Came the call
In silence I listened,heard
Nothing.
Suddenly, hoot! Hoot! 
Came the cry,tree 
Branches rustling,wings 
Flapping.
Seems the world was in 
Oblivion-the absolute 
Silence.
Went I to the window 
and Looked into the 
empty Darkness. As I lay 
down,I Knew somewhere 
I would Hear that sound 
again.


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 | Blank verse | |

Whispering Night

In a strange 
environment under gross 
darkness and whispering 
night,I found myself with 
a companion.
 We walked an endless 
journey across the 
woods..eerie sounds we 
heard,a crack! then the 
undead resurrecting from 
marshes,we ran seeking 
for cover.
  These creatures howled 
as they drew near with 
blood dripped 
mouths,my fear 
deepened,I called out to 
my friend a flesh eater he 
became.
  Under the whispering 
night I stood alone, 
seemed the world stood 
still,as these monsters 
encircled me,I closed my 
eyes wishing I was not 
born.
   Suddenly,a bright light 
shone,dispersed 
darkness,repelled these 
zombies-then eerie noises 
ceased, and the world 
revolved once again. 
  A knock,I realized I 
drifted to sleep as my 
companion entered my 
car.
  We zoomed off towards 
the horizon under the 
bright sky.


Name:ifeanyi B. 
Ekechukwu.
Date:24/10/2013


Details | Free verse | |

Three Inch Cliches

The Soul is the Beautiful Light of Love
Shining like the sun through the 
NO
As the reader, I’m going to have to cut you off there.
Here’s a metaphor for you…
Reading is ****ing.
And your words hit our auditory canals
Like a hotdog down a hallway.
As an experienced reader, I’m after 
The virgin vernacular 
The aphrodisiac aphorism
You know- the big… black words
You feel me?
Because a line is a flashlight, exposing the world’s nudity-
And we’ll never get anywhere shining it in the same spot.
So kiss me with classy couplets
Smack my assonance!
Bring me to the climax-
And we’ll share a smoke together,
Warm beside the fire of your Three Inch Clichés.


Details | Sonnet | |

Time

I want to say good night
But its night as yet to you
I can see darkness now
If maybe you never left

I have to say good night
Darkness has defeated me
Only your love can resurrect me
I am afraid to go now
But I have to go and live under the shads
Love me to my silent place

Good night when you see the moon
Flower me with roses from abandon garden 
Cover me with what i was and be now
Good night sleep with elevated power


Details | I do not know? | |

Darkness

when you're fast asleep
and thoughts creep into your head
and flood your brain until it weeps
and your mind descends dark and deep
into a land of dead end worlds
where the only way out
is the way you came in
but the road is way too steep
and your feet are made of lead
and every smile is just pretend
and nothing is to be believed
and you're going off the deep end
bleeding rivers of hatred
into a pool of shallow deceit
where every thought is colored red
and every shade of black completes
every nightmare ever conceived
born of blood-stained dreams within dreams
where that person you used to be
is falling into skies of silent screams
and contemplating death
all the while wishing
to be alive again


Details | Lyric | |

Silver Ships

Written May 31, 2013


The sun does rise
Over silver ships sailing in the sky
Rain on down on our parade
In a concrete jungle
The kids come out to play
Masked by this dreadful masquerade

A cosmic dance where stars collide
The kids and parents run to hide
Shelter from the enemy above
Who light up the sky with lightning bugs

The land is dark and the sky is black
Mothers pray the birds will not come back
Be it by barren land or vicious sea
Lord just hear our plea

The sun does rise
Over silver ships sailing in the sky
Rain on down on our parade
In a concrete jungle
The kids come out to play
Masked by this dreadful masquerade


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Lilith Invoking

Winds blowing thru the land. 
Creatures of the night lurking.

Beware as the spirits take flight.
Over there in the ruined church yard.

There lies the cracked bell,  some say,
It can be heard on the nightly breeze.  

Suddenly, I hear the screeching night owls. 
She's going to take you thru the tunnel of night.

I could barely hear a voice whispering my way. 
Just out of the shadows, I see her gazing at me.

She comes from heaven, earth, lives in the underworld.
As the sea ebbed and flowed in honor of it's dark lord.

And you slip naked between my sheets of silk . 
Beware that you do not step and lose your way.

For the night is long, and the sea is deep indeed.
As I drive your sons and daughters into ecstasy .

I love how you forbid your sons and daughters.
To commit the sins that you, yourself committed.

I travel thru mirrors along with the owls of night.
I wed thru adultery , and conceive thru  murder. 

Beware that you do not lose your way this day.
Or your pleasure with life will not last long.

Though you can be sure I will be there, to welcome,
Those who come to me, into the night , eternal !!!  



3/ 13/ 2013    2AM     Lilith is Adams first wife


Details | Lyric | |

A person I've met before

You are a person i've met before.
The man who stands knocking at my door.
I remember you from my dreams,
Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams.

You held the door open as I ran in for shelter from the cold weather & rain.
You are the man I stood next to in line.
You are the man I passed by
I danced as you sang the songs chorus.
I pushed my way through...
the sea of people and stopped next to you.
Amidst the crowd we stood, searching for a way out
I looked around, I glanced in your direction, I looked past you 
I found my way out, I hurried my way through.
I walked away having not met you.

A second glance, I did not take,
unaware that our meeting was fate.

You are a person i've met before,
Sometime ago on a night like tonight,
The air was warm, the stars shining bright
The night that we met,
I danced that night, I danced and danced until the morning light
I sat to lay my feet to rest, you came to me no different from the rest
You asked me for a cigarette.
An open chance to conversate 
knowing this interaction would not lead to a date
We shared thoughts and ideas of similar interests.
such as music and poetry, art and astrology.
At the time I thought nothing of it, a casual meeting of the mind.
Little did I know, I would continue to meet you throughout my lifetime.

You are a person i've met before,
I've read your book of poetry at the local book store.
you write of life, love and family.
You are a person i've met before,
I've seen your paintings, they are hard to ignore
You are the artist I dream of meeting
You are a person i've met before.

You are the man in my dreams, 
Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams.
I've met you 100 times before,
You are the man who stands knocking at my door.


Details | Free verse | |

Foggy Night

FOGGY NIGHT  ©

The white orb, saturated with 
tidal flows, peers through the 
veil. 

A ghost ship slips up the fog 
laden channel. 

Night gulls. sing with strident cries 

fog seeps in, the tide rolls out, 
day is gone, the night creeps on.

Trees, dressed in ebony, drift by. 
Water glistens, gold and wet.

Edges blurred night is soft and 
tender, damp seeps into cloth, 
hair, bone.
 
Tents of light spread over the 
foggy landing.

Hunters of the sea know not day 
nor night, fishers all, 
white feathers stark against the 
darkest shadows.

Palm trees, silhouetted in 
ochre gauze, black brushes hard 
with paint. 

Pilings sway, their waists cinched 
with rope. 

Matronly sentinels, the craft finds 
the woody bosom. 

Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets




Details | Lyric | |

Fear

Written June 25, 2012


Dim the lights
No one knows
Silhouetted indisposed

Can you hear
Children's fears
The darkness will be here

By the time
You can see
The light that buries me

You will know
All that's glitters
Is not gold

Walk the path
Satan's wrath
Will enter through the back

Door is closed
Think you know
Why the Lord has brought is here

Are you telling me lies
Through your eyes
On and on I'll tell you're wrong
Until the day is done


Details | Ballad | |

Sleep Madrigal

Sleep's the Great Healer—
Sleep's the Revealer
Of hidden meanings,
Unbidden gleanings.

When sorrow aches us,
Sleep overtakes us—
Stealing away grief,
Like a welcome thief.

Night is the coverlet
For a longing lover— yet
It's Sleep who delves
Deep into our selves,
Finding dusty dreams... on shadowy shelves.

When life's a jailor,
Sleep's the unveiler
Of an inner key...
To set us free.

Sleep's our best friend
At a hard day's end—
Weaver of fantasy... with reality,
Make-believer of what could be...
Sleep's the Great Healer... of you and me. 


– Harley White  

< 1987 >


Details | Free verse | |

fireflies

in the cool air of the spring time late evening
the night sky was ink black
as the lights went off , 
the  university ground was in great commotion,
shimmering sparkles of phosphorous,
we thought the forest was on fire


Details | Free verse | |

Breathless

Cloaked in the heavy mood of a whisper,
I am enrapture tossing myself freely to the breeze.
Traveling, risking time and space; darkness proves sinister
And the thought of morning a solidary tease;
I am breathless…

Mouthing the words ‘I love you’ as morning drifts in like pollution,
Uninvited entering my utopian dreamscape.
Permeating and clouding my vision’s resolution,
I drift into the desire of the day, my dreams raped;
I am breathless…

As if I had been running, running, running,
My heart pounding to the pitter-patter of my feet.
Subconsciousness, a state deliciously cunning,
I am left awakened with the memory of only your heartbeat;
I am breathless…


Details | Monorhyme | |

Beckoning Beckoning is The Night

Beckoning … beckoning is the night
In its ice blue grey and snow gold light

Beckoning … beckoning is the night

The swallow has long since whispered away 
the cardinal and so too …blue jay

have strayed but now in the beckoning light
the beckoning …beckoning of the night 

comes the sweeping and keeping 
comes sweeping and keeping 
in the night

The sky is still ….but wild edged with light 
Bluish... high... tight ...grey 
but the branches swirl and deeply breigh  

beckoning…. they are beckoning 
the night into night

Come wild and courageous into fading light
Tis just the beckoning beckoning…. of night

the sky dark blue does and does not ....betray 
the coming… coming of end of day

and still it comes the end of day
with the beckoning ...comes beckoning 

the…beckoning of night
The light is waning and so day’s might 

beckoning as we bridge to night 

the wild things move on stealthy flight 
beckoning beckoning into night

The beckoning beckoning of the light
wild things shudder and take quick flight

The beckoning beckoning of the night 
the wild things move and take to flight

When tomorrow's dawn will cast 

first light!

@Ingrid Showalter Swift


Details | Tanka | |

Fall

The blood of nature
seeps from branches as it falls
carried by wind’s laugh
in a journey through time’s bid
onto man-trodden concrete.

Thunder bellows rage
while clouds shroud themselves in tears
and lightning shreds night
carving glimpses of shadows
into dusk’s timeless glory.

Grey skies petrified
look over earthen colors
encompassing cold
winds of change in the seasons
as was done in years of old.


Details | Free verse | |

On The Garden Path

" In The Pathway Of Light 
I Have Seen 
Deluded Dreams 
and Mist-Moonbeams 
In The Garden, 
They Fell At My Feet 
Where We, 
Had Made Plans To Meet ... " 

And I Waited & Waited
For You To Come
I Waited Until
The Morning Sun
And Then I Could
Wait No More ...
For The Rains
Had Started To Pour ...

Alas, My Soul
My Love, My Heart
My Happiness, My Hope
Once Bright
... Now Dark
Drenched & Merged
On That Muddied Path
& In Puddles In The Grass

... there Splashed The Plans
That We Had Made
To Meet-Right There
and Run Away
and Escape 
Into The Night
With A Brand New Start 
In Sight ...

But Now I Pace 
This Path Alone
With Footsteps Faced 
Towards The Unknown
But Wait - Tho' Late
& Past The Storm
... I Run Into 
Trustworthy Arms  ! ...

" In The Pathway Of Light 
We Have Seen
Our Starry Dreams
and Mist-Moonbeams 
In The Garden, 
They Fall At Our Feet 
Where We Dance  
To Love's Heartbeats "



                 Re-Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/23/2013 
                           by:  MoonBee Canady


Details | Free verse | |

Another Night of Dread

It is dark and night outside my window,
and in the soundless, lit confines of my 
room I sit at my old, ivory desk 

cheerless

and anxious with dread for what the rest
of another night may bring.

My ostomy bag, an abhorrent creature that 
hugs precariously on one side of my abdomen,
covers my raw and fleshy stoma underneath. 

Against my desire, the stoma continually oozes  
feces and waste 

like a sewer into the ostomy bag, which, 
every seven days or so ruptures its seal 
and transforms into

a stinking and rancid cabbage

whose fetid odor refuses to stop emanating 
until the entire, offensive beast is immediately 
uprooted from my body.

So, I sit at my ancient, ivory desk, writing 
these cherry-picked words to express

the anxiety and the doldrums 
of another night;  

and the lonely, isolating, embarrassing, humiliating,
ego-wiping, self-esteem killing, mind-numbing, 
soul-shattering, universal, all-embracing, 
omni-present 

stench 

that weekly offends my nostrils and fills my lungs 
because of a thoroughly used-up ostomy bag that 
needs to be removed immediately

like an old, decaying vegetable 
that has outlived its 
freshness--

It is another cheerless night in the same, old
cheerless space: 

the nose-blistering smell, however, is only for 
another night...


Details | Prose | |

Doubting the Stars

Everyone sees something different when they look up into the stars. Somewhere there’s a young boy dreaming of becoming the first astronaut to meet new life, on a distant planet. Far away, or maybe just down the street there is an old woman hoping that once her bones meet Earth’s hallowed chamber; her soul will soar into the heavens and her life will become a part of the light that breaks the void between life and death. Her journey, finally becoming as eternal as she always hoped it could be. Some just look up and feel infinitesimal, a speck of dust in a vast and obscure reality. Others simply feel a sense of calm as their distant glow sends tides of vague understanding into their pondering souls, unable to fully grasp the endearing mystery of their presence. I’ve always felt the latter, when I gazed up into the night sky I always knew somewhere deep inside that I wasn’t alone. That something was looking down; not aliens, not a burning celestial knot of souls, but something beyond human understanding..something that tonight seems unfathomable and out of reach. When I was young, I had a form of recklessly unbreakable faith that at the time I thought could not be torn by anything. I had a soul, and a pure heart that would break for anyone, as long as someone was there to mend it, at day’s end. I was sure that there would always be someone. Sure that this world was built by grace and endured by love. But tonight, no hope radiates down, I feel nothing, no presence, no understanding, vague or otherwise. Tonight I am simply biology’s cause and effect. The swelling of impure neurons tossed around in the fatty tissue of a confused brain casts doubt of any sort of happy ending. I am sure that someday gravity will take its toll and do its work. Maybe we will get it right next time. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Free verse | |

The Dirty Glass

His charm shovels dust in the mouth of her inhibition,
as if it were coal in the heart of a locomotive. 
Smiles and shot glasses shine in the dark,
as music blurs the edges of comfort
and it’s origin.
She can’t help but accept his offer,
…lust in a dirty glass.
"Let’s get out of here.."
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


Details | Blank verse | |

Once upon a fog

I strolled about a foggy nightmare
when fireflies uncovered their wisdom,
and scarce light radiated belief
in the moon.

Then I too believed in the moon,
for its color pervaded the air,
and it sat on the body of a cherry tree,
that night.

That night, the stars bowed their heads,
and seated themselves above my street.
They glowed, watching passer-by me...
I hid my eyes.

I hid my eyes from the nightmare.
Suns never after descended to shine
in my fog, for my dream was the tragedy
that made godly street lights weep. 


T A R N D A I

Ruxandra Duca, FIND THE PUZZLE!, 05.10.2014


Details | Rhyme | |

Styx River

Conquered by the circumambient incandescent 
We are impuissant to all illumination 
Its conflagrant presence remains incessant 
The Mother's diurnal course without reincarnation
Purity of white, in its bright obsolescent 
Beauty transmogrified to incarceration 

Destitute to substance of atramentous 
Yearning for just an ounce of clandestiness
Reverse fear of aura that is portentous 
The cosmos suffocating, attempting solace
Abyss of chaos, our species remains apprentice
Our essence, Yang without Yin, remains starless


Details | Free verse | |

Bar Scene

Cold hearts sway to timid tones.
We hum hard; hoping to rattle the 
grit out of our mouths.
Sand blasted teeth resonate youthful
denial, torturing revelation’s bargain.
No cheap tricks. No sunshine,
we’re all gone.
Too drunk on pain,
to find hope in the rainfall of liquor 
in this dusty scene.
Too many empty bottles chugging
on air; the last breaths of my generation.
A swirling vortex of broken condoms
and vomited promises dance in neon 
light behind the bar, threatening to dive
into the mouth of the next patron that 
calls to the bartender.
A violent eyed harlot with dollars
bursting out of her bra.
She serves death with a smile,
gyrating her hips to a beat
…that never dances.
She just throws ice into
our blood and glances at 
the tip jar..
Knowing we’ll pay our own
way to hell.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


Details | Free verse | |

Day dream's metamorphosis

Watching the day sulk into the arms of night,

I turn lonely palms over, letting them sit

on bent knee.

Crushing calm surrenders to 

music's indifference;

soaking in quiet roar. 

Another day is burnt,

black sky wonders

with me.

We pry together;

wash the murk 

of suggestion,

cleanse the

bitter taste of 

what could have

been;

Alive in the sound

of day dream's 

metamorphosis.

Gentle beams of

our ancestor's gaze

light the way. 

I can feel the world 

turn it's back. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | I do not know? | |

Be the thing

We eat
And we commit

We saunter
And we feel it

The wisdom-
The wire’s

The welding of the mire to the person who is inspired-

An envelope licked by the man they call sire

The literal
Is pitiful
So spin the skull
And make it mold

Take a poll

Enter when you’re full
And list the goals...

Be motion while it’s on the phone-
Black people when they’re away from home

A festering lingerer un-laid by their bones

A drink –cheap but hits the hole’s

A young person preen 

A peacock mean

Fleeting streams

A world with everything...

Video night with the band

Focused light on your girlfriends ass

The right night to go out and rant