I.
I remember, I think,
it was at the beginning or the end
of the 5th or 8th of a far moment.
You squeezed my hand in the dark,
a touch that now is a flashlight
in a fading movie theater.
II.
I remember, I think,
her hands around my pelvis.
I and the motorcycle
and a warm body behind me.
Two of her fingers laid on my crotch,
urging me to ride faster or slower,
it takes time
to recall the speed of such blurs.
III.
I remember, I think,
the girl,
her hands on my shoulders,
both of us standing on discarded clothes.
Her dark eyes entering mine,
opening herself,
but also asking; inquiring.
Only now does my mask slip.
Categories:
ecce, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I.
I remember, I think,
it was at the beginning or the end
of the 5th or 8th of a far moment.
You squeezed my hand in the dark,
a touch that now is a flashlight
in a fading movie theater.
II.
I remember, I think,
her hands around my pelvis.
I and the motorcycle
and a warm ghost behind me.
Two of her fingers laid on my crotch,
urging me to ride faster or slower,
it takes time
to recall the speeds of such blurs.
III.
I remember, I think,
the girl.
Her hands on my shoulders,
both of us standing on discarded clothes.
Her dark eyes entering mine,
opening herself,
but also asking; inquiring.
A lone crow leaving lost town
forever.
IV.
A lifetime twists around minor moments.
The blind pace ahead of themselves
until their hands recall
and learn to see.
Categories:
ecce, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Conviction like a drunkard sleeps
Too tired to think
Memory gifts of beliefs it keeps
Truth edged to brink
No new world order but the old
Crowd at Dura
One only stand by being bold
I'm enigma
No matter now the fate of fire
The scoff of fear
The resentment of thin desire
I'm master here
My beliefs are destiny's goal
I for the cross
The cross for my savage soul
I dare no loss
Nor public doubt, nor rumour blind
This is my stand
Changeless, without pity's frail sign
Faith I command
Where is the best of us? The end
Of fool's passion?
Belief to thinkers I commend
Fools for fission.
What have we done with facts again
Weak minds still stray
Frantic to hold them without pain
The self is clay
Belief is based on better things
Connections proof
Though knowledge comes from even kings
I walk aloof.
I hold this place, standing now here
Amidst his grace
I disband pride or will to fear
I stand still chaste.
Here I stand, and cannot apart
The faith I learned
This is the fencing of my heart
Or I be burned.
Categories:
ecce, devotion,
Form: Verse
vignette-ROCK 'N ROLL (repost of my 2008) poem)
Fame may not buy love
Or hold its hand
On a hard day's night-
Yesterday's in the past
Ecce Cor Meum maybe the one to last.
Tribute to Paul McCartney & his oratorio
RE-posted to complement the misiing decade from Linda-Marie's recent poem
Categories:
ecce, music, nostalgia
Form: Narrative
Fame may not buy love
Or hold its hand
On a hard day's night-
Yesterday's in the past
Ecce Cor Meum maybe the one to last.
Tribute to Paul McCartney & his oratorio
Categories:
ecce, music, people,
Form: Narrative