Machine gun heart riddled with shades of grey.
A mind once sharpened by your own forked tongue.
Lovers' lips part with rumbles of a cannon.
Dew licked satin sheets - the highway to carnal desire.
Silhouettes of freshly washed skin dance in the night.
Passion rising like the souls of the departed.
Where do you sleep after your thirst is quenched?
Where do you go when your high knows no bounds?
Unfiltered needs not being met;
A fire put out before the gasoline burns off.
Passionate nights followed by cool seduction.
A waterfall of your essence coating my tongue.
Decisions made in a moment of yearning.
Your lack of understanding - my constant battle.
Why can't you listen instead of just hear?
I will free my enslaved exuberance,
since you can't be bothered.
Blow out the candle and climb into bed.
One of these days you'll get what you want.
And one of these days I'll learn that I won't.
See my finger
See my thumb
See my FIST
You better run
© daniel miltz
Fist for a boxer
Trained to win, to write a book
Pen for a writer.
When you try to solve your problems
with the swing of an angry fist
that cannot be unswung
nor the damage caused undone
regret will sidle up
hollow out your belly
and set your mind awhirl
conveying very clearly
that what you should have done
was take a breath or two
go back a bit in time
to when that fist
would not have swung
to when Boots
raised from just a puppy
relied on your protection
and came to you for comfort
unclench that angry fist
and remember how it felt
when Boots was in your lap
and you used that unclenched fist
to gently stroke his warmth
as he lazily stretched and yawned.
Loosen up a bit,
that head and heart fit
in cauldron of love,
working hand in glove.
Immersed in worship,
with love our flagship,
once our fist’s unclenched,
heart becomes bliss drenched.
We ascend with ease,
on choosing release,
from patterns of old
glued in ego’s mould.
For God to appear,
relinquish each fear
and gently align
under His love sign.
08-August-2022
on table pounded fist
with her efforts must persist
added name to list
Friend is an expert et al.
Wrote this mentioned
by his wife.
A tempest night sky presses, my lattice windows shake,
as if someone’s being thrown against them, or worse yet,
a yeti's breaking in. They lock with little levers that seem far
too flimsy to keep out the prying fingers of turbulence.
We watched a man plodding outside - obviously a student from Alaska.
He was talking on his phone, his breath a continuous, cold white cloud.
He slipped, careering drunkenly but managed to stay upright by
assuming a surfer-like crouch.
“Where do you think HE’s going?” Lisa wondered.
Forget fall’s polite, amuse-bouche of chill, we’ve been smacked,
full frontally assaulted by the gigantic, cold-fist of winter. “Go on,”
I said, to the weather gods last fall, like an unlucky gambler on a
losing streak. “hit me!”
Now I’m searching Amazon for “flannel underwear”.
An unclenched fist and open heart
The way we live our life
Knowing all souls one, none apart
We’re free from narrow strife
Content the way things are
Although we do not spar
We’ve slowly come afar
No to do list
An unclenched fist
16-January-2022
Quietus
The pain
The sting
The betrayal of a love once shared
When fist meets flesh
Is it such a deep love that I feel?
For you tell me that it is—afterwards.
Is it forgiveness that you seek?
For you ask of it—afterwards.
The bruises don’t tell all of the stories
Only you and I have read that book.
So many times
So many nights
When fist meets flesh
I am torn down
I am broken
My soul remains spiritless.
Yes, I always think of a better time
A happier time
A time of hope, dreams, love, and the laughter between us
Each time…
Fist meets flesh.
A nurse who had never been kissed
Was bathing a cowboy named Twist
He started to spurt
She asked if that hurt
And then checked his pulse at the wrist
A clenched fist rose in the air filled with chants and gun smoke
All across Africa we marched and our spirits never broke
The power of fingers clenched in a fist cracked walls of discrimination
Then oil unclenched the fingers and we started to point and make accusations
When the fingers dried, we clenched our fists again, clinched our teeth but turned on each other
The rubble of apartheid walls became missiles as brother rose against brother
We fractured our bones, our fingers became too weak to point at our shame
What will the fractured bones of clenched fist now proclaim?
Sanders and Warren to Chicago, come see!
Give the teachers' union your advice, for free!
'Demand more money, raise your fist -- go on strike!
Who cares the city's bankrupt ~ you're liked!
Union of my fingers
In the hand
Soviet a fist!
On the sovereign's body
Yet why
Do I
H
I
T
My feet?
I remembered
I gotta get a hammer
and
Hang up
My father's sickle
On the republic's stable wall.
Long ago
In my youth
I did ride
But few did
As we rode
As we passed
We would salute
A fist raised in the air
There was pride
There was a bond
It was special
Long ago
Time has changed
Salutes did stopped
We’d rise a fist
They would not
Long ago
There was a bond
Long ago
A fist in the air
Forged in fire, born and bred
Like a lion in their heads
Open hand made fist by culture
Circles of violence upon well-worn treads
Prospering, only crows and vultures
Pick clean hesitant bones and falter
Glory and wine, tools of peacetime
Golden shovel; dig your graves by the altar
The thirsty rebel looks to the sky,
Shades his eyes from sunlight, dry
Vultures circling the once-green plain
Are waiting for them all to die
What's in a fight for the living to gain?
Glory, honor, protection in vain?
The bladesman's steel cleaves circles in heads
Circles of death, vengeance, and pain
Security by gunpoint paints the world red
Order and pestilence drilled into our heads
A propaganda spread by vultures
Controlling the reaper, profit from the dead
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