Best Lay Eyes On Poems

in the fervour of my sweat
sheets drenched
i wake to the toxic bellow of my own voice
in the torment of my own thoughts

in the complexity of my simple life
i lay eyes swollen wide open
 in the measure of hours set aside for sleep

overwhelmed by recent events
i...

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ASP OF GRIEF

She buries her head upon this asp of grief —
soft with reptilian fangs, hard with poison.
Her covetous husband lies upon the Nile’s reef.
She holds her abdomen in her arms - his son.

with lunar belly...
the shape of her husband’s seed
...a fateful eclipse

The pit with...

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Occasionally I can only see half of it
when I am lucky I get to see at least two

they always make me smile
remembering what they mean to you 
now all grown up they make me feel loved 

that is my own little reminder of 
God's love...

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Dedicated to Kyle, My Darling Son
There was no joy when I gave birth,
scary words kept getting worse.
When my baby boy was born
every face was quite forlorn.
He came fresh from our Creator
to be placed in an incubator.
I could not take him in my arms
or shelter him...

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Oh how he watches me in the shadow of his tree,
strong, bold and blocking out the glare of the sun.
He claims I shine like the stars, the moon, brighter than them all, 
A blazing comet, a speeding fireball.
He stands close and my sparks ignite a...

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When the night falls, slowly eating away at the blue day,
I lay, eyes awake, mind searching for a perfect image of you.
I search my ears for a remnant of things that you say,
But nothing I find comes close to the real, physical you.

These thoughts of...

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in the heat of my mares
i wake to the scream of my voice
sheets drenched

in the torment of my thoughts
lay eyes wide open in the hours of my sleep

overwhelmed by recent events
i struggle with the haunting of their potential outcome
 feel trapped in the exaggeration of...

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You've always been there for me
Right from the start.
Everything you do
Comes straight from the heart.

When I think of you 
My heart fills with love.
And this feeling my dear
Is what life is made of.

You've given me passion, love,
And total bliss.
And all it took
Was just one kiss.

I...

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I feel as lame as a whale without its fins to swim in fine waters
Blue blasphemy break a spirit of slumberless insanity that rips up my poetic loves, likes, unlikes and hates
Debates on TV…flee from me…pregnant with frustration….
Can’t stand the frustration, pissing me off to...

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Quick bold drums start out loud 
Pounding out the terms of war 
Race through the frantic jungle thick
Rhythms of pursuit take to the beat

Let the chase begin with heart in mouth
Track down the sun burnt frantic man
Stripped naked by his captives
They pushed him into foliage...

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With crack of first light of dawn
The day's work begins; sleep's gone
Gather food; cook
Aroma fills air, breathe on.
Spices, herb bouquet add-on
Day has great outlook
Just short time to lay eyes on
My poetry notebook write-on
Bible read on

Just as Bible is guidebook
For life, food needs a cookbook
Then meals...

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The mighty bald eagle soars with grace overhead
wearing ivory feathers to show all he is leader.
Powerful orange talons watching as all his prey fled,
then perches on the barren branch of a red cedar. 

On top of the mount he awaits his next victory
full of intense...

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Symphonic sirens serenade me from afar;
distinctive, delectable scents tickle and tantalise:
my senses awash with anticipation
as, finally, I lay eyes on my prey.

Slowly and surreptitiously,
I draw ever closer to my quarry.
Prancing and playing, oblivious to the danger I present,
their movements trigger something deep inside:
something ancient...
something powerful...
something...

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Lonely are the days, which drift slowly away
Lonely are the nights, so cold and so grey 
Lonely are the months, which have only one season
Lonely are the years, which I’ve lived with no reason

Lonely is the bed I lay, eyes filled with tears
Lonely is the...

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A journeyman once spelunked in a cavern beneath a marsh,
Whose oily layers of algae and water made his mission harsh.

For the cavern's entrance stood in the middle of the massive swamp
Full of gators with sawtooth mouths which would gulp you in one chomp.

His goal was...

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