These days once treasured
monuments are let
to weather away
or are bullied
and bulldozed to rubble.
Others have small cracks
picked at by compulsive minds
bent on excavating small lesions
into large, gaping wounds.
We are left with sad avenues
lined with inflated puppets
convulsing in weird gyrations
by belly fulls of blown air,
each with a power cord
stuck up you know where.
Ah yes! Here's a dessert that beggars belief and restraint.
Temptation's delight, so easy, so naughty, so nice!
Ripe sweet berries, buried so deep in rich sherry-soaked cake.
Innocent spoon-fulls linger so much longer than they should.
Fingers of soft custard blur the lines - 'Should I?', 'Could I?'
Lush mouth-fulls of cake, fruit and custard melt all doubts away.
Easy, a trifle to make - so wicked, naughty, and nice!
weaver’s
spindle fulls the cloth
teasel
Note: Scottish thistles were once used by weavers as spindles.
Shaken snow globe disarray
Stark format unfamiliar
Relocated mountain ranges
Jacket assets of chameleon
Wobbled flesh given for return
Eyeballers display dollars
Fixated focus planted firm
Subject unacknowledged
Drifting body parts ignite
Lust of lurid possibility
From actuality retired
Maggot eaten depravity
Gyraters' slip into depiction
Resigned, pilot drives auto
Puckered faces maintain rhythm
Minds' contents, peeled potato
Stiletto gripping charicature
Formed from Adam's vital rib
Collared stilled near provocatuer
Audience outcome pathetic
Satirical image conjured as ideal
Patron clean faced gullible
Sensation powders scene unreal
Hand fulls of snowballs - impossible!
Life is ups and it's downs,
it's shorts and it's longs
It's crooks and it's straights,
it's rights and it's wrongs
It's emptys and it's fulls,
it's hots and it's colds
It's nows and it's thens,
it's youngs and it's olds
It's darks and it's brights,
it's hards and it's softs
It's evers and it's nevers,
it's onces and it's ofts
It's goods and it's bads,
it's dirtys and it's cleans
It's happys and it's sads,
it's nices and it's means
It's alls and it's nones,
it's belows and it's aboves
It's hugs and it's kisses,
it's hates and it's loves
It's beginnings and it's endings,
it's slows and it's fasts
It's questions and it's answers,
it's firsts and it's lasts
It's rounds and it's squares,
it's befores and it's afters
It's ins and it's outs,
it's tears and it's laughter
It's all of these things rolled up in a shell
So have yourself a good one, and I wish you well
My squirrel is
sneaking up the bark
of the mulberry tree,
trying to remain
hidden as he
steals giant
paw fulls of
bird seed out
of my red bird feeder.
I smile at his smartness.
And his sneakiness at
not being seen.
Why did dagger of cupid strike again?
I have been heat hard and left in seclusion
Come aid me pleas, I’m entrap in love thorn
Aid me pleas, release me from this insomnia
I have turned to hollow soul, the path is forlorn
Like runaway slave the tear shedding
A cry in silence where no one sees
A battling between the mind and body
I have been heat again
And downgrade to love pitfall
Aids me pleas, release me from this melancholy
Why should one be stingy in using proper words?
Why should one be stingy with truth and love?
I thought you are my small mama
Being your slave is your only motive towards me
I should have beware
Why did I love with all thy heart?
With all this precious love I cup for you
Still my heart never for once free from danger
i'm tired, so tired of affection
only scars fulls my heart
Elaborate me through your fields
Thorny planks of melting teals
Grey as a thunder under blue
Dry me upon the full moons
Quench me at the brink fulls
Then cast me down again
Crawly I move reaching you
Throughly I hinder your muse
Reinvoke your coats under pink
Recall every gesture of my drink
And I drink again
Every step I take alone
I witness your tear
At every prone I fade
At every whim I struggle to retake
Pitting me by whole at the stake
And I recall my every whim
By glows and sparks when I deem
A reform of a new position feather fall
Every crunch of bittersweet bugly hole
Every fiend by their maze they growl
Stealing stones by their bridge from every troll
I reinvoke your gust under my cloud
Beds of justice as spikey as a spark
Tens of justice as a tinder stark
Pens of clumsiness
Darey dears of a mandate
Neary flows a drop so sweet
Feary tons of tonal just
Dreary dear at my side
So the pink fumes a new side
I flow to form at the opposite fight
I glow to source to recompensing light
To reuse by your drops
With the infinite crops
It was May Day and Beltane was the time
Druid Arwn with flowing mane his Grove did call
With upraised arms he did chant in ancient rime
The Sun God ascendeth, but the Solstice marketh his fall!
The 21 of Jun, Alban Hefin will be in the heavens
And crown him we will at his highest peak.
So go forth my orders of Incantations and covens
And hollyhock, and mandrake, and oaken mistletoe seek.
Cut down these herbs as Tanith rides on high
With sickle of gold as you mount on white bulls
Destined at Solstice to bleed and to die
At the moment holy Henge with Sol's light fulls
So gather we will on the 20th of Jun
At the dale of the Henge at the rise of the Moon
To the centre of the circle we'll go up the ramp
We'll set up a pentagram and there we will camp.
As the Heel bathes in glory with the rays of the sun
We'll offer our bulls to the Lord of the Day
Send up our chants and surely have fun
And prepare for Alban Arthan - Lord of the Fey.
~25 May 2016~
POEMS 44 UNDER LOVER
UNDER LOVER IS SO UNDER STANDING WHAT LOVE IS.
UNDER LOVER WE CAN LIVE OUR LIFE TO THE FULLS.
UNDER LOVER WE CAN CREATING OUR OWN BOND OF LIFE TO OVER COME ANY THING.
UNDER LOVER WE DO EXPLORE THE MYSTERIES.
UNDER LOVER WE SHARE THE PEACE & LOVE THAT EVERYONE LOOKS FOR.
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
AUTHOR
Here I sit on the beach's grey sand
as the sun begins to set.
Another day is complete...come what may.
The gentle sea breeze kisses my face,
as I pull my blanket around me snugly.
My hair dancing playfully.
I close my eyes and let my mind drift away,
as I hear the seagulls cry overhead
and the waves breaking in a hypnotic rhythm.
I scoop up hand fulls of dry sand
and let it slip through my fingers like granulated sugar.
Breathing in the fresh salty air,
I feel the suns warmth upon my face...
as all the days tension melts away.
It is one of those moments in time that shall be tucked away,
to be retrieved sometime in the future...
when my mind and body needs to escape
the stress of everyday life.
P.R.Deremer
I often wonder why
when darkness fulls the day
and rain comes in a way
to pour down from the sky
torrentially then die
and leave a scene so gray
Let rain bring on a song
a patter and a beat
like happy dancing feet
to tap and sing along
and feel like you belong
on stage with the elite
so rain can give a sign
that everything’s just fine
September 1, 2015
A tribute to an old movie
they say that emotion is nothing more than a feeling, they say that those who feel to much are weak or will never amount to anything. For those who think emotion is but a feeling cast your eyes not to yourself but to the heavens, to another , or to a field brilliant and bold. Emotion is our essence and it flows through all things we do like the waters of life and time joining to make a shimmering pool that is our soul. Emotion is capable of more than feeling as those who wade deeper find new things amongst the shimmering lights of time and expression. so as the pen dances across the page and emotion is pored by bucket fulls we find ourselves able to look back and see just what we needed to see all along.
stomach is swollen
his first meal in two fulls weeks
life breathes in his eyes
these places
have keys
the doors are open
you don't need it, the key
what do you want
once you get inside this or that room?
as you sift through these boxes, drawers
room fulls of people, these faces
you only barely see, touch, or smell them...
working them over is easy, you go about
who in particular are you looking for?
any one? what do you want to find?
so many say what you want to hear
some planning their attack with
as many a hand will soften you up
feeding you their figs and lamb
I see how your eyes move to and from
I hear how your voice does that thing
I see how you choose, to walk or speak or not to sing
sometimes displayed above your head
a sign
what are you looking for?
the key that's in your hand
the note that's on the track
where the arrowhead points
the way is clear
what do you want from them
for the moment ....
you flirt for their attachment?
to get close to the knives at the edge of the piers?
to discard someone or to have some
just fall away
others are dragged along
not ever knowing, showing
how you really care
who you really are
12/30/12
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