Best Henry Miller Poems

Collaboration: James Swartz, LadyLabyrinth





"Scorpion"




Lack of water leads to lack of life
exposed beneath the Sun like blood
from the tip of a Scorpion’s tail

Corporal attitudes aligned in spaces
battle demented servitude in spotlights
stroking the sights of a symbolic death

Lack of want leads a woman
with her life burning, her...

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"STRONG"



A child finds strength 
in the holding of his hand
The Beatitudes in his mind 
repetition 8 times cast
whispers the loneliness
in a Man -

Who held his hand?

Like Bede, venerable,
he's counting beads dropping 
like blood drops, 
steel hard, cracking marble floors
like lightening rods 
it’s understood daily -

Before...

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I wonder whose poetry your reading now                                      ...

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Dedicated to Henry Miller

She floats to me towards, like a Jazz... 
Defiantly jumps in my green back yard.
She’s waltzing through the fence in Sunday morning. 
I’m having cup of coffee with a joy.
My cigarette is melting far away.
I’m singing K.D. Lang with puffy smoking. 
Just...

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(how well I could play)
in a straight forward way;
simplifying it, making it more pure
in a clear sound, turning it up
and bearing down...

there'd be distortion, red-anger, punk-blue,
get it up tough, keep it going,
'cause I didn't know what else to do.

at fifteen I was unreasonably accomplished
with those...

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"The Honey Masquerade in Delta"



Love and Lust
ignores
ALL

The Others dissolve
who cares, Lovers don't - 
Lovers are in a world of their own

Lovers dance 
through shadows

Love and Lust
play their own game

Unafraid, they play
Day into Night
Night into Day

Burning sweet like toffee
they play,

The Honey Masquerade 

In a World of...

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"The Faces of Man"



The faces of Man
transformative 
held in the hand 
of Mephistopheles 

blood sells white and red
pontificating with two fingers

consuming greed for 
want of everything
they meld into the
curves of their crooked bends

he’s come to collect 
the minds of men
sold on the price of souls
the...

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My first wife wanted more than I could give her, 
My work she told me robbed her of attention, 
All my energy focused on ‘provider, '
Caused much more trouble than I care to mention.

What wives really expect can be a killer
When you dismiss their tears...

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LETTER to RON" Diary Notes : Lament at Dawn - A Year Ago Yet Now No Change "
Reviewed by Ronald Hull
8/19/2018

"Quite a lament! The state of Paris at dawn. Just the thought of sewage seeping down through the walls gives me the willies. Yes, Paris...

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"One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things" Henry Miller

out 
amid the blanketing 
eclipsed
along pas(t)sed 
appeared in her gloaming
a ne'r nether
of nighttime sky

searched by starlight
mooned
where no beginnings
nor any ends 
beheld 
bathing in a 
darkness of time

solemn I stare
where...

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