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Most are related to shipwrecked ghosts,
accomplices of my blood
that can still be found
in geographically scattered albums.
When there were cities to occupy,
they lived one level below expectations.
Like defective fireworks, some went off early.
A more dedicated few grew old and medicated.
Historically speaking, they forged restraints,
handcuffing themselves to other hard heads.
They built defunct railroads for the Indians
they dug ditches for the sun.
They were navigators of small schemes.
Their brief settlements and abrupt departures
left fuzzy lines on rodent paws.
As a family, we are distant and unknown,
but we do speak to our dead
if they come to call,
after a respectable period
of life-long disinterest.
The bonds that unite poets are
stronger than the cables that tie the ship
to the pier...
You poetess
that you offer me your beauty,
that you offer me the best of you...
that you pour yourself drop by drop
in me, you who flow
your feelings in my chest,
you who confess.
secrete to my ears
into my soul...
What are we then?
We are brothers, friends, lovers,
we are further, we are accomplices...
beloved accomplices,
lovers, affairs, companions...
it's if we were
complete soulmate...
And I, poetess,
that I dash in
poetic adventures
to sweeten your life...
I unlock myself in half,
In bands for your
cheer - for you... I spill
my honey pot and mine
spells to maintain you
satisfied...why...?
because I love you, I adore you,
I proclaim you my queen.
You are my best friend,
my greatest confidant,
you accept my terrible
secrets and my simple
nonsense, silly ideologies...
I love you because you cry
with me, laugh with me, you
do care of my
crazy verses, my
extreme words...
I love you because you
defend me against everything
and against everyone...
you married my
poetry as i got married
with yours..we are
poetically united...
we are kindred souls,
free kindred spirits...
Poetry united us
forever...!
I Planned of
throwing away
the eld
machine
of writing,
crumple
the papers
accomplices
of mine
fetish...
until stop
writing...!
but how :?
the words
pass by
my head
as models
on the catwalks...
demanding attention!
I had conceived over blinding myself
completely...
(I sight poorly!),
not to sight anymore
colors, paintings...!
but my mind
have files
secrets with
all beauties
of the world !
I stopped eating,
never
I was hungry...
I stopped drinking,
I found myself free
from headquarters...
I am further health than
before...
my hunger
literary has increased...!
not further devouring
mountain ranges of ideas
pass my hunger
of verses...
thus drinking
an Amazon
of words,
I never killed my
thirst for poetry...!
The first time I saw her
There she stood
Just a silhouette
Breathtaking
On top of a hill
Tall and elegant
Alone and free
Long youthful mane
Swaying ever so gracefully
To the beat of
The summer breeze
So nonchalantly waiting
For the pageant to begin
Her procession of suitors
And they did come
One after the other
Lovers taking turns
The Sun and the Moon
Coy and coquette
Never letting on
Blissfully content with
This cycle of seduction
Never feeling pressured
To pick one over the other
This went on for years
So it was natural that
Her aging neighbor
Understanding and mature
Became a confidente
As I looked on to
These two faithful friends
Almost accomplices
In this wave of deception
One friend in her prime
The other quite weathered
I wondered if
It even crossed her mind that one day
Youthful looks may give way
To the needs of building another fence.
AP: 2nd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on July 15, 2019 for YOUR CHOICE (10) PERSONIFICATION sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
How wicked the tricks of your serpent’s lair
a lingual place of wild mango magic behind caliente lips
where a supple sensualist lies in seductive ambush—
rum on the rocks spices the red bed of your taste buds
libation temptation whets my wish like a knife on stone
medieval my want to stir my tongue in your firewater
my fingers a captivated trellis
jealous and zealous carefree and careless
find their way to getting lost in your midnight curls
S curves wind from devil depths to bind
aroused fingers— coiled accomplices hold me captive
as I’m pulled in with potion-puncture fangs
piercing my heart deep piercing my soul sweet
eyes of winter blue skies belie your stealth
l i p s heat-seek as you place your face to mine
tongue flicks for a taste ah flirts with lust-basted taste
yes y e s s s press your whispering mouth on mine
my mouth blooms like a dusk-loving moonflower
throat white against night my breath your honeysuckle
unholy hunger unleashed a famished desperation
my desperation so full of babydoll flame and ash
your jaw unhinges to swallow whole my fire and ire
oh bend me like a willow in the tongue-tie of your kiss
break me take me make me buy the bliss in your hiss
feed me fantasies I need to cede lace without chains
as hush-winged-talons scythe bloodstreams of dreams
bleed me in the weed greed of your sidewinding river
‘til you shed my love the way a constrictor sheds skin
I crave to tame you claim you
make you my burlesque feather boa—
your lightning I’d capture
and wear your glamour with rapture
instead of being your convenience pet kept
The maple leaf of autumn is now crisp crimson,
shortly ere sun-bronzed skin simmered lumened
I indulge with the saddened left behind to wither,
these not listful ears awaiting beckoning me hither
Hours freeze, minutes in tow, the world halts,
when pains chronic symptoms claim free of faults
Suspended in time lingering in liminal limbo,
indefinite neglect being its sanctified symbol
Decline is a beginning I politely pick up the pieces,
within my confines the endless summer ceases
As a recurring familiarity in the distant breaches
shadows sweep at dusk attaching as leeches,
feeding on a sueded soul, voiding bruised veins,
hallow numbness in my chest is all that remains
Love weeps salt tears brined with both joy and sorrow,
fasting with false hopes macerating raw tomorrows
Ache tests how much weight my heart can hold,
I’d glide into the dolostone matrix, I’d break the mold
What is shared binds two souls along with betrayal,
and only feeds this fervor, savior this is where I fail
Arrows dart freeing these eyes of debited desire,
through a heart, a flame that had once felt fire,
suffering knows that I and I only hold love blame,
at a time when two accomplices felt the same
A brief breeze during a feverish Roman August
foolish pride thwarted lost, what won, writhes lust,
whys are worn, days don’t pass, nights don’t end
Sextilis its name should’ve kept, allotting to transcend,
moods madness ‘neath moon’s tortuous tattletale’s
of September’s blighted face flurrying gust strewn gales
I now stand in a place of my own crowned in pearled onyx,
reborn upon the highest thrown, I drink fortitude’s tonic,
'till September’s sapphire emanates from melancholia,
here you come again, shattered dreams laden with insomnia
When I close my eyes all I can see is the pain I feel inside
the wounded crevices of yesterday the caves of solid night
and while the moon slow hesistates the shadows soon invite
a woman bound and tearful, between the sheets of byzentine
Every silent drop of silence is a sorrowful language of mourn
and all her laughter lines of yonder have turned to solid clay
she's lost her spark for life for his tender arms no longer hold
the shivering body of her frame , now thats a crying shame...
And so the magic stars of night begin to shine to no avail
he's turned her inside out and left her shades of gray
the pillows bare and the comforter is wrinkled and unused
she winds us feeling sad, discomfortingly abused...
When I close my eyes all I can see is the pain I feel inside
all the shadows of the night accomplices of fright
and as the moon glides by and hides away her light
she cries, between the sheets, of byzentine ...
One week ago, a suicide bomber, a murderer took many lives at the Manchester Arena
The police are hunting down his accomplices to subpoena
It seems that the papers have nothing better to do than to show his face to us every day
Replaying each and every horrific moment to his families and relatives: including his unfallen, his prey
Go on let’s make him famous, some journalists seem to say
These are the images that imprint themselves in the minds of relatives and friends
What kind of a message does this ultimately send?
This story really sucks
News makes big bucks
Who is going undercover to catch these monsters that lurk?
Has the world gone completely berserk?
When it came to the crunch, they caught the evil leaders not so long ago
They knew where and how to overthrow
Those in power know how to catch these wicked murderers if they really want to
Instead, they sit back and hold up their hands up in horror as if to say how can this be true
The reality is who is selling weapons to the enemy
Their identities will surely put them in jeopardy
So until someone commands the word “GO”!
This remains to be one big psycho show!
Complicit in our nightly rendezvouses
The moon and stars, my heart's accomplices
Clandestine lovers take celestial cues
As we fulfill the soft night's promises
Conspiring with my heart, the when and where
We meet in places only they can know
Reflecting from blue eyes and golden hair
They greet my heart and lend their heav'nly glow
And then in silence watching from above
Seducing with romantic ambience
They blink and blush as you and I make love
Two star crossed fools locked in our heart's response
The moon and stars bring nightly fantasies
For passing ships that sail on starry seas
December 13 2016
by Daniel Turner
Rendez/vous (voo), vouses (vuz)
I ponder
throw away
my ancient
machine
of writing...
Rumple
the papers,
accomplices
of mine
tare ...
I even
stop
writing...!
but how :?
the words
pass by
my head
as models
on the catwalks ...
demanding attention!
I desire on going
complete blind...
(I perceive poorly!),
not to assimilate anymore
colors, paintings ...!
but my mind
have secret files
containing
all beauties
of the world !
I stopped eating...
Never
I was hungry ...
I stopped drinking,
I saw myself free
from headquarters ...
I am further
healthy than
before...
My literally hunger
rose ...!
nor devouring
mountain ranges of ideas
going hungry
of verses ...
nor drinking
an amazon
of words,
satisfy my my
hungriness for poetry ...!