Coursings Poems - Poems about Coursings

... I blundered … through the dark forest - I knew where I was headed though I’d lost the trail many hours hence but darkness had now fallen and my face and arms were etched red from my many st......Read the rest...

... dust … they say ... dust ... to dust, yet I have measured the stars counted their intervals felt hope's whisper on my neck, keen kissed and cursed its face … I have tasted sweeter tongues ......Read the rest...

... * This has become a fave genre for me, as I’ve always been fascinated by metamorphosis and introspection of a shadowy nature … I hope you enjoy it. * ~ ruin of me … what was......Read the rest...

...will it up grill it up fill it up to brimming swill to still those silly cells drowned in what they’re swimming press ‘em up mess ‘em up dress ‘em up with practice a hoarder in its order a......Read the rest...

...the Golden Gate, she sang to me in a darkened whispered voice El Niño crying like a spoiled child of all the sad souls brought to her with desperation’s choice that flew like angels from her tr......Read the rest...

...My Birthday,The Calendar Speaks Since January 4, 1951********** (Written for the Shanks, the Youngs & Jim) “...Raging glory...Forever young...”. Bob Dylan ————————————————ttt———————————————————......Read the rest...

...A thread ... ties me to the Infinite a tendril of sonorous joy, expressed weaves the depth of my marrow to all that is and was and shall be and shan't ... O - sing, my soul, of all that I ......Read the rest...

...I built my pillars My foundations, in sand Thusly, my confidence suffered Anon-and-gone, I struggled to fill the boxes Those blank cubes on the checklist of your needs Oh, I did it, eventu......Read the rest...

... all my senses ... long to make sense ... of YOU what greets my gaze is perfect imperfection lines and curves and shapes and colors and movements mingled with sacred intent in sublime symmetr......Read the rest...

... dust … they say ... dust ... to dust, yet I have measured the stars counted their intervals felt hope's whisper on my neck, keen kissed and cursed its face … I have tasted sweeter tong......Read the rest...

...In the darkness of my closet I lay on my back...crying Orange Handled knife in my hand...heart racing Shapeless emotions coursings through my mind Tear drops...salty salty tear drops fill my ear......Read the rest...