Best Bookmarked Poems

"Burnt Aqua"



I can taste the sun
on my tongue
it spills down 
my throat
like burnt aqua
healing the beating frisson

I am ebony inside
shading in my shadow world
some somnolent soul
waking from slumber’s dream dance 
a small death in life 
questioning the reason in romance

dark suede and cat like
I wait...

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A choir of rainfall on soft stones

Bookmarked by wistful nature

Sweet melancholy shelved for

Another day in bed with a book


Yet he opens not only his heart

But windows and soulful founts

Pitter patter from musty pages

Chorus of dew mellowed to words


The roof leaks his wallet is empty

As the...

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Canvas,

Soft brush strokes touch your lips
every word a colour
caressing those little bits
creating a soul
a whole

a panpsychism 
free conscious
no objections

I the bristles bending with the curves
biting down at the turn
of the page
bookmarked the darkness bleeds
and I surface for another read
red looked up at green
back to blue
a...

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Where goest thou soul?
have you split again 
into your kaleidoscope frame
in the body so vestigial contained 
what if there is not one Other
but many that enter inside 
waiting to stake claim 

Where goest thou poet?
the higher self penned 
it seems you have been contracted
to Groundhog...

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"A Perfect Murder Scene"

underneath the gun metal clouds 
two bodies imprinted 
splayed bookmarked at the waterline

uncannily close
distance would never separate that twin set
the ocean of tears washing over them lachrymose

the day was extraordinarily ordinary
yet the unanticipated came rushing in surprising
two lives captured, seemingly drowned

carried away...

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"Azure Vistas"

Azure vistas presented themselves to me
rolling inwards the clouds like tumbleweeds
mercilessly bump fallen angels off the map
like torrents of rain falling petulantly on blunt contracts

I glimpsed the sweet refrain of a resurrection
swift upon a storm of golden rays 
the bare feet of new tongues...

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He turned a page, read for a bit, then bookmarked it,
He then stood and knocked on the door; my door,
I opened it and invited him to a cup of tea with milk,
He took a step then stood still and opened his mouth,
I tilted my head...

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"The Warm Downward Spiral"



"You’re a warm spoon
I’m hot honey."
he says, 
"I know you are"
Ah, the warm welcome
downward spiral
The beautiful madness
takes hold
here in my room
with my 
Incubus
love is a verb
spooning hot 
honey
over
Blind Man 
who now turns
he’s not running

Writes his story 
on my pages
with his hands 
bold...

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PAPERBACKS AND COKE 

Two partners in crime, my love affairs…
Bookmarked pages dumped on my soft bed
An urge to roam among fays and lords,
With visions of despair or triumph
Knowing insomnia is the nemesis;
While Advil cannot comfort night’s plea
A hubris …firing my imagination.

While leafing through chapters, I...

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Excuse, may I perhaps suggest that you adjust your settings
Access my local area network by rebooting your memory
Restore it to our history, the mail, the messages we shared
The cache of stored work temporarily filed away remotely

Technically challenged by the format you display
Data of no gateways...

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"Codex: RED"



Babylon, hear their tall voices
Legion swallows dark wings
Mystery through open windows calling

Gossamer threads she wears
Fresh and glistening, a wet cup to parched lips

Here, is the open gate - slick and fast
A Whore, like hot legs wrapped around the Sun in Man, 
dimmed down through...

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"As  Above, So Below - The Messengers"



One day 
when this sad story 
has all blown over
of how we came to be
walking the earth 
below the veil
with monsters 
that are men 
with horns and tails
in all the blazing elements
in land, in air, in sea
the minature...

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“le livre bleu” 

Terabytes.
lonely poets, writers, 
musicians and artists play here,
they wear masks that cover
vermillion dripping smiles
over sharp little wolverine teeth,
they drown their sorrows in their muses -
contemporary little monsters – Still Life, 
they call it “art”,

smiles;

gothic invested, they adore 
the overzealous use of the...

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One day I wish to know, 
as the scars of devils do, 
when your eyes, married to the auburn fox, 
will remove their pantheon of petrified ghosts
and lay with me once again.


Lay with me again in the cloaked whisper of circumstance, 
decorated in the buoyant...

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Time for celebration
Time to gather up the best in one location
Back where high school dress codes were your main struggle
And if your outfit was right then you could score a double
As in two phone numbers from girls who may coincidentally know each other
So now your...

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