CAP cadets
shiver in cold
autumn
Imprinted into my desired slumber
I lie here; awake
distracted by the simple fact that I can write
In a way that each bone completes every sentence of my structure
and my blood flows, intricately into everything
and everyone else
and it's paralyzing
I've doused myself in a seasonal dressing
Coating me in a way that I have to accept
the personal concept,
that I'm fearless, but I fear
the way you glance my way
almost as if, you're uncertain with your life
I'm uncertain, too
but because of the fact that life is
messing me up,
like a week old pile of laundry, cleaned; now, the crumb catcher
awfully cluttered
I woke up today and it's quite funny, because I'm considering
slipping away
into nothingness, but I chose, once again
to feel okay
It's unusual for me, my tummy's upset
Seems I must have been a very bad cadet
Now paying the price
Or maybe 'twas the rice
Kinda rare will take Pepto Bismol to offset
The words
I write are fluent;
my pen twitches, my face
with eyes closed, halts my tongue.
With eyes closed, I can see these
beautiful little poems evolve.
Turns of phrase turn a smile
from my colorful smithereens.
They save me from the harsh,
reality that is this body,
and clutter oasis syllables
on barren page
***
May 9, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Ambiguous beds,
my drowsy youth,
like warm, Bermuda fairways
and greens.
My back on this bed,
thoughts roam,
hands gesture and write
words in the air —
A window to watch
clouds in the day,
moonlight on the grass,
stars on clear night.
Particles of sun
on moonlit nights,
synesthesia colours
each sentence.
I bite my nails.
Helps caress,
soothe my psychosis,
paranoid of whether I can replace myself again.
This poison
invades my speech and thought —
I push it away
with poetry.
After repair, we'll tear down these curtains
of oblivion, clean the bedskirt,
change our address,
move this cedar book case
to an attic of a different Victorian house.
This book goes with me,
to a freshly mowed lawn,
to read on my back,
in the moonlight,
in fragrance of grass.
***
© 2017 February 20 | Darren | Wesley
Collaboration by Wesley C and Darren White
Eat these grapes with sharp teeth,
This dripping pear with leaking juice,
This sour, sour lime…bittersweet.
The whirlwind mist sends some way;
The bird rises golden from itself.
See her fiery flight: graceful, anew!—
Drink in the steam of life!
All cold fingers keep warm
As shallow feelings cherish,
Feel flames sending tendrils of heat
To thaw your cold limbs
As winter wilts away.
Where deep, deep fear hides away!—
Where a Raven of despair lifts off:
Say never again. Say it over, never again:
Eat with ten feeling fingers,
This fruit of fortune given to you.
The tantalizing teases:
They are drunk with gulped thirst.
***
February 19, 2017
Always Something (Left) To Say
We riddle with change in pocket corners,
sit alone and sing an afternoon away,
nothing but the violin strings
and ukulele play.
Middle of this median, stuck on this border,
with you, sit and sing an afternoon away.
Everything but the engine moves
and I'm sure, had I not met you,
I'd never have something to say.
You throw coins in the starlit air,
Tuck your strings under your arm.
The sage sings for us in solitude:
His voice fades in the spruce
Together with his laughter.
And had I not met you.
Had I not been here this day,
Had I not sang the day away,
I'd miss the muse that's you,
And a sage in solitude.
***
February 18, 2017
The closest bottle is always true.
Wordsmiths say poets are a peculiar breed,
To them, I say poetry is not your mead.
Duir, night is not blue.
We reach to the seas and across skies,
While talking to a bartender in the tides.
Duir, you give us the option to pursue,
And words to reach more than one heart.
We're grateful from the very start.
Lilac wine awaits you.
As a marble table holds The Tao you've read.
Recover soft in your crimson covers.
We'll be here with your song sung for others.
Collaboration with Space Cadet (Wesley C.)
In him, I dance, my back strong, my feet steady.
I'm a tiptoe heart, whispered here in our laughter affair
with an anchor in plankton, when
my numb calves fumble in a kitchen sink bath.
I'm held in his hands, captured
in splinters and colorful shards of coral to hold in his heart.
Moriarty and Manchu, I flee and we fly;
I always come back, if not one of me, than the other you.
His heart does know and does care:
To him I am one; to me, he is love.
Flashes turn into nights,
And demons swim awake to turn torment,
Haunt hunger through me,
But through immeasurable distance.
a warm light, a hand whispers, "Dance,
dance, you can dance!"
***
January 13, 2017
Corrected on January 17, 2017
CIRCLES IN THE SKY
Julie traces circles in the sky;
Wills her finger to connect the lines
So they don't disappear like summer,
Where last sun rays simmer.
I tug at her grass-stained dress;
The hem frills in my fingers.
I watch her write her lines
With serious dedication.
Her bare feet kiss my shins,
Soft scratches of ticklish nails.
A Ladybug begins its journey
Across a bridge of hair.
Julie pulls her dress over her knees;
She shivers against
The moist dew of growing evening
looming shadows,
Of nearby willow trees.
I share my sandwich, lift my glass
To her soft trembling lips:
I build a house of arms and legs.
She makes it home,
gently puts the Ladybug on a nearby
Daisy to explore, and I explore her.
Julie traces circles ‘round my eyes,
Wills her finger to connect the line.
Of my frowned brow with intense focus,
We fold the blanket around ourselves
To brush the world aside.
Enfolding us in a cocoon,
Wrapped into a world of us, alone;
while dewing diamonds glisten
in our hair, as thousands of glow worms
find their way back to warmth;
we are lit from within, to shut out
cold Autumn's ending.
You'll find it is a good idea,
now and then,
to look at the bigger picture:
see with a broader view
the workings of your fellow men.
A word of advice, if I may,
please, don't stay too long,
be sure to always come back soon!
One learns next to nothing
about mankind
by looking at the earth
while standing on the moon.
NOTE: Another oldie.
How could I forget
My net-setting
Cyber-space cadet
She’s not really sure
What planet she’s on
A cyberian tour
From Beetlejuice
Via Alpha Centauri
She’s hanging loose
Lee onto reality
Milking motion out of
Inter-galactic gravity
The Space Cadet vortex
Sucks me in to
Her cerebral cortex
Spins me outside
My comfort zone
Nowhere to hide
My face book page
Hacked in an attack
Of jealous rage
By an ex-cadet
Now lieutenant
I’ll never forget
Any of my
Net-setting
Cyber-Space Cadets!
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