Best Swelters Poems

The pungence of heartbreak swelters
in the tangled dreadlocks of love-lies-bleeding
Take me somewhere exotic
to breathe not the foul aroma
of disappointment and despair
Show me fields laced with frangipani and orchids
in colors sweet and light as daydreams
Find me seafoam fields poppied
with pomegranate and honey 
opium of jasmine lilting...

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We lie together, you there, 
me here.
I reach for you and you, melting into your pillow,
pull away
turning slowly, your message 
is clear,
there is nothing, just emotional disarray.

Under the darkening sky I whisper 
to you,
the words but an echo in the fading 
light.
I listen to the...

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The old wood framed home stood stark and abandoned, a
shell of herself, where now new homes were standing..
Rotted roped windows wept with the rains and rattled and
trembled with each passing train..
The once solid foundation now unmoored by silt causing the
aged house to lean, a precarious...

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Fading photographs are strewn across alabaster tabletops,  
drenched in moonlight streaming through rustling curtains.  
Snow owls call out to each other through the whistling wind,  
as flakes of snow dust 
frostbit grass outside crystallized windows.  
A roaring fireplace crackles in the...

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Why brought they flowers to a witch's grave
With greening foliage and color bursts,
With drab, dark pigments that white lilies save?
Nail tight the coffin,  Lest we all be cursed.

Atop the new grave, the bouquet was laid.
By morn the flowers have withered to black.
Wafting of chants...

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August is ending with a heat that gives no mercy to the land or man
so intense that the air swelters off the river into the tree tops,
looking ahead, its as if we are passing through the gossamer of summer's spector,
Private Shanon has been missing for...

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Fall Of Autumn

The deep south, confused summer, autumn's blight,
Nature's microwave is on overdrive,
Dog day noons, sultry dusk undress the night,
Escapist schemes, routes north relief, connive.

Red Indian drumbeats as Fall swelters,
Mirage, sweaty heads host an oasis,
Sane in A/C cars, dash in cool shelters,
Heat holds life, pause...

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Sticky, humid, skin
Sweltering inferno blaze
Summer has no wind

The flies are dizzy
Joy hums from each piazza 
Two views of day's rot

The hydrant founts glee
No rain promised in the sky
Water is respite here.

The tongue flakes songs
Lovers returned to the parks
Love sparks a new flame

Dreams burn in desire
The...

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The city swelters 
mercury nearing 100 degrees
The crowds are really feeling the hear 
Steam rises from the street
As workers with shovels dig out the asphalt
Urban hear is something you remember 
The sexy outfits of the young women in the city 
Makes life bearable 
The endless...

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Lets start a fire for all the world to see 
The flames so bright they break the night and glisten gleefully

Lets start a fire to Break the chains and molds 
The heat so great it melts the forms eliminates the cold

Lets start a fire that...

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The pines turn brown,
and the needles fall,
the scrub jays are nesting,
to their loved ones they call.

The crisp morning air,
the heat of the day,
the rustling leaves are deafening,
the trees bend and sway.

The grass is quite cold,
the shade is my shelter,
the squirrels are gathering,
as the afternoon swelters.

The...

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Lost in her oasis
The contours of her skin
Desire swelters
Bathing sun glazed sin

A portrait of beauty
Temptation frames her back
An hourglass of divinity
Her sweet innocence intact

Autumn is in her hair
And springtime on her hips
Yet winter cannot taste
The jasmine on her lips

Eyes savor the splendor
Dripping from summer’s vine
Hands...

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Children here have the life-span of flies
But leave no Where flies squat a trail of sickness
Breeds in the sharing of their space
The same agony of shame on each face
Death is loud here and we are silent who witness

The garbage truck did not come yesterday
The sun...

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If I sigh I will bleed
And if I bleed something will cry
I would rather it swelters in the undying heat, 
ice in the brazen freeze, 
and stay the stolen relief 
but not cry. 
I would rather it cease......

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Clouds block the sun
        in the afternoon
but the cloud cover
       breaks about four
The blazing orb sends
       its 
  somewhat unwelcome
message
to 
the 
heart
   ...

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