Best Commingle Poems

His thoughts go off like bombs inside his mind,
so deafening, so poisonous, so doomed
to thrash against a dam of memories
that take him back to hopeful yesterdays.
His thoughts will shout but never make a sound,
his mind as sharp as when we was a boy.
His body, once...

Continue reading...

You try to dismiss those feelings
you've hidden deep within your heart.
And yet, you dream of fantasies
where lust plays an integral part.

Innocence and sin commingle,
often blending in silhouette.
And although opposing shadows,
they converge with little regret.

Angels share your heart with demons;
love and lust are like mirrored twins.
And...

Continue reading...

Sweetheart, Your Lips The Only Honey I Will Taste
A collaboration with Susan Ashley
 
 
Sweetheart, Your Lips The Only Honey I Will Taste


Bright heaven's night skies, in your eyes once were,
agleam they glittered, gems as you danced free;
my darling, sad you once thought I loved...

Continue reading...

A boardwalk along the beach
offers a sensory treat,
early on a Summer's morn.

Pastel patches of color,
like cobbled bricks of sunlight
pave the walk with abstract art.

And Nature's artistic brush
embellishes this hallmark
moment, where beauty prevails.

Yellows and blues commingle,
as pigments of sun and sea
collaborate with teal tints.

This familiarity
invites a...

Continue reading...

Still,
Of her father
Even after hair in her armpit
After her four years sojourn in our citadel
With puberty wearing her a beautiful toga
She remains in the shadows of her father.

Of a Mary, 
The father’s virgin
Slim, willowy and parrotic 
Energetic, ever vivacious with life
An Amazon of a kind...

Continue reading...

"Sweetheart, your lips the only honey I will taste"..

Bright heaven's night skies, in your eyes once were,
agleam they glittered, gems as you danced free;
my darling, sad you once thought I loved her
oh how that sexy vixen did chase me!

Her lies about our night trysts at...

Continue reading...

A pageant of seasonal beauty
Unfurls amongst deciduous trees.
Tawny leaves morph into reds and golds,
Unique to any artist's palette.
Muse to poets, sculptors, and painters,
Nature’s art inspires masterpieces. 

Color plays out like a rhapsody
Of subtle notes; in a melody.
Lacquered patches of cerise gather
On the ground, below oaks...

Continue reading...

The sky looks so much bluer
And the grass a deeper green
the trees are stronger, taller  
As I think I’ve ever seen

The sunshine brighter
Clouds are whiter 
Every step I take is lighter
All around is suddenly alive in every way

Am I high
About to die
Should I scream,...

Continue reading...

Your words travel the globe
machine to device,
wire to line.
Captured I am in adoration.

The syllables stand bare,
without shame or embarrassment,
perfection in form and verse.
Lustfully, I dwell on your arrangements.

But I am not satisfied!
Pixels do not quench my desires.
I need your aroma to pleasure me,
and to commingle...

Continue reading...

I ogled through the open Atelier,
  And chance into a spacious grotto,
  Wanting to carry out an exploration of voodoo kingdom,
  I made a pact with my kinetic limbs,
  On they ride and halt at interval
  Introducing to the eccentric...

Continue reading...

originally my intent to expound on memories 
   when paternal grandfather erode
out to said residence, and averse to expand horizons 
   asthma late mum didst goad
him (in vain) to commingle, find intelligent links 
   analogous to electronic signals communicating...

Continue reading...

Now sat among the debris of the day
confused and helpless as a child at birth,
his senses pounding hard within his frame -
mixed messages of equilibrium.
All frames of reference cast into a jar,
commingle as a coalescent broth
into a jumble of perceptiveness,
now pushing to be free beyond...

Continue reading...

As the dusk beacons
And the night commingle with the day   
Confusion rented the air 
It was an un-endless arrival of him we await
He it the one, King Solomon

Solomon’s Eve unlock her feelings
She wept and we waited,
For the King of the house who left
His...

Continue reading...

Logos of a lyric poet 
gleans the page, so white. It’s the 
esurient exponent of 

heart and mind. How I 
wish I could be his reader, instead 
I choose to write about--

this childish yellow butterfly, 
spreading its fragile wings and comes 
to listen, intently, the...

Continue reading...

The lucid stereo vomits archetypes
For all ages. Primitive vengeance escapes into light,
Blanketing the fables spread upon pages,
Hushed voices commingle into a murmur of fright.

Unto goblets raised, we praise scoundrels
Whom were dined with gods who've since fell.
Deceiving seas of dumb, lame sheep,
Goats grow like flies on...

Continue reading...