Accost Poems

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O’ crooked branch and magpie’s claw,
yon rusted chains a’ sway this night
Clutch tight a sign “The Seagull's Squall”
of splintered wood and storm clouds fight
Old tavern lone this craggy shore
where angered waves accost the sand
and drenching rains from heavens pour,
whilst thunder...Read More

splotchy clouds

squeeze billions of

raindrops

from a blemished

sky bruised with purplish

charcoal grey

blotches

as lightning

flashes

and thunder

accost the

the face of heaven

summoning the mournful

tears
 
of weeping angels


(Yalto)


07,16,2019...Read More

The Theme Of Love

A species creature flew downward
a half a million years ago
to find its nest and feed its young
to trudge on and repeat the day

their sounds emitted and were cast
into the air to echo far
into the dieties of sound
worshipped...Read More

There is a man with the courage to live
with no legs or arms; he can't even crawl.
He begs for coins, most aren't willing to give,
plopped in the street, like a broken doll. 

Hardened hearts walk by with barely a glance,
or...Read More

crisp white uniform
like pure white ocean foam
his eyes navy blue
for he winked at the sea
his shoes polished squid-ink black
with superior shine
his medals proudly gleam
the Captain grins, wants to salute him
eagerly waits his turn
his fellow seaman — some like him
others hold...Read More

climactic climax
satiation’s fulfillment
lost in oceanic drift


the wind cannot rest
a vagabond wanderer
for it is the wind


angered screaming winds
accost the comfortable
a paradise lost


headless sparrows hide
dreams beneath feathers of hope
wind screams at the trees


December downpour
rain skates across frozen ground
wet reindeer shiver


children cling to...Read More

Without a warning, you can find
Your life completely changed
And all your daily habits
More than likely rearranged.

An unexpected illness,
Loss of job, divorce or stroke
May surprise and then accost you
While your plans go up in smoke.

Though we know that nothing’s certain,
Still, what...Read More

The shrouds of clouds slim whim accost the sun —
The phat and fat, ruddy red and horizon muddy one.

Underscore of wavy grass, a sea of bees, life’s core.
A hiss of bliss, a slap, a tap of tippy-toe on crazy shore.

The...Read More

Those who tell us to be NICE
aren’t
they shout their PC gospel
in your face
while admonishing you for
your rebuttal
They accost each other
like third graders
left alone in the
school yard
and
when cornered
by a simple inquiry
point wildly
SHOUTING
“He/She started it”
for
they cannot abide
the sound
of one hand clapping
insist on...Read More

God on my side
Guides my path and controls ripples
That endeavor to sneak astride
Initiatives I take in triples

To galvanize and utilize my talents
To the fullest in concordance with the Creator’s specifications and intentions
Cooperating and collaborating with kindred souls God crowned as...Read More

On one cloudy fall day.

On one cloudy fall day, a breath was taken when you past by me.

On one cloudy fall day, the gates to my heart were opened when you glimpse at me. 

On one cloudy fall day, the...Read More

Where take I this little fortune
Upon the measures of my obligations
To fight my self problematic battle
and cater for and feed my little nation
Though the sun wakes to find me alive
but only to add more to my daily cries
Silently do I...Read More

Unleash your reign to only I, truth be wary of accost,
Many tyrants ripple kindly, though chilled I enflame the frost,
High Thronehood, I shatter thou, endorse the Chain of fallen veins, 
Gentle godhood now to falter, weep not for me, but...Read More

Crying out for God's merciful grace
to overcome the attackers of mine
all of the day my enemies trample me
in the pride, they accost me like wine

In my fearful thoughts so plentiful
I turn to God alone with all my trust
He whom I...Read More

The night air with owls cry invitation of canopies of writers to write the 
Days using the night pen jolting candle to the candidates aspiring to arson 
night. The pans and pots exchanging strong actions to the curve of the...Read More

On a dive to wreck of good ship "Soul"
I noticed a door locked tight.
Over I swam to peer inside a keyhole
Expecting it be blocked up tight.

In shock I pulled eye back in awe.
For I saw an eye in hole
Staring right...Read More

This manifestation of colour that springs from a genome , eternal, nourished, weathered and fashioned by a dyadic fornication cradled in time. 
A pigment of hues in an utterance of undertoned, ubiquitous discourses, leaves an impression of stereotype and a...Read More

In low tones we chatted
On the steps to her porch,
We talked of the decades
Since I’d carried her torch—

Of love we knew nothing
During young naïve years
Of kissing and fondling
‘Til I left her in tears,

For the navy enticed
With ships and adventure:
I sailed...Read More

In low tones we chatted
On the steps to her porch,
We talked of the decades
Since I’d carried her torch—

Of love we knew nothing
During young naïve years
Of kissing and fondling
‘Til I left her in tears,

For the navy enticed
With ships and adventure:
I sailed...Read More

Crashing, roaring breakers
accost a rocky shore,
rising jaws of granite, 
recalling myths of yore.	

Raging winds shouting out
their dares to one and all,
do torment the sailors,
like evil Satan's call.

A mighty fist of water
reaches for inbound ship.
Struggling in the breakers,
it must escape the...Read More

I was a runner
fleeing from homespun horrors that
wrapped around my delicacy like a tourniquet

Only a child attempting to bestir
the warrior dormant within;
having no idea the enthrallment 
she reveled in,
I learned to accost my demons

Nigh, even at the wide-eyed age of...Read More

A Fugitive
Bus Stop Overland Park, Kansas   7:35 PM

A furrowed brow and furtive eyes
that refuse to engage another,
striding quickly through the crowd
and putting people between him
and the police car.
He is hardly the drifter or the hobo.
His walk remains crisp,...Read More

     
             My love

        I loved you Dear, since we met, you may love me when you...Read More

Have I been lost, or am I found?
I search for footing on this new ground
Ghostly shadows do accost, 
Have I been found, or am I lost?

These ghostly shadows haunt the night,
I pray to keep them in my sight,
For if I...Read More

The last strains of decrescendo were still in my ears
Dancing at the masque party time flew leisurely on downy feathers
The night was still youthful, the breath enjoying every fragrant inhale
The last strains of the decrescendo were still in my ears

I...Read More