Long Salt lick Poems

1.

                                  ...

Read More

When the bronze-skinned, 
silver tongue surfer
came smoothly yacht cruising
at year’s end
All the island ladies,
at the cabana house welcoming party,
mosh pit fell in ... 
Fell in love 
with the cosmopolitan thought
of permanently leaving
Loose their dinghy life...

Read More

Divinity’s Pew

The truth stands in contrast
to only itself
Once mentioned eternal
when thought and then felt
It lives in the ether
past fortune or fame
Conscripted by conscience
no praise and no blame
The truth beyond reason
beyond lies or consent
The lucky among...

Read More

Oh, dear hart, you are such a deer, dear.

I know sweets, but it is lonely up here,
at the top.
But never fear
although I have no earthly peer,
no need for you to shed a tear.
I’m sure you...

Read More

Taking my first summer stroll in the meadow,
I marveled at the new growth and flowers
The sun was shining full blast, not a single shadow
My mind rummaged through its ivory towers.
Wild carrot and cosmos were in...

Read More

I hate salt for the sake of my cake
That is sodium-rich by the baker's mistake
And the syrup I poured
That I never ignored
Is more salty still
Then a fish with a sword

I like sugar and spice and...

Read More

A scarlet tanager sits primly on the rail
Of the new fence erected near the meadow,
He eyes me stroll as I take in every detail
The path to the woodland is rather narrow,

Infrequently used, it is rapidly...

Read More

You keep colorfully saying those hateful things to me,
repeatedly all the time
Then you say that you didn’t mean it

You was just funning

Pulling my leg with your teeth
That sabertooth edge
do love biting into my funny bone

Why...

Read More

His  poems live deep down in the wood
down in an olde hunting lodge
They are brown as the bears head that 
hangs on the wall
brown as the dark leaves that fall
silently hiding the salt lick
from...

Read More

Like Silent Laughter
David J Walker

I can still feel the cold water
Cool my tanned skin usually drenched 
in the sweat of a hoe handle and the
hot summer sun

The above ground steel tank filled from
The creaking efforts...

Read More

He'd glimpse her, the peripheral life of her;
she lived in the corner of his eye.
She passed-by, her face and form - tidal, 
a tug on his shore.

Perhaps she was salt for his blood, spice
for nomadic...

Read More

I sense her in the phantom light
of a closed eye.
Behind a fallen lid cave shadows dance.
I taste an interiority --- a sap
mingled with a salt-lick of self.

I sense her in the phantom light
of a closed...

Read More

The lake surfaces between mammoth bones.
The valley once was a bowl for giant daisies
and the conifer roots of a deepening sky.

Wind-blown ripples feed the open mouths
of minnows, the small waves shuffle them around
like silver clouds,
more...

Read More

Like Silent Laughter
David J Walker

I can still feel the cold water
Cool my tanned skin in the hot summer sun

The above-ground steel tank meant to
Quench the thirst of cattle 

The salt lick that became our platform
The...

Read More

Man becomes a bee
assaulting a rosebud.
Death, do not punish for unlived years
when Budha was sitting inside me.

At center stage a dance begins
wading through salvia and absinthes.
The soil craves for the roots,
lake was not deep enough...

Read More

Man becomes a bee
assaulting a rosebud.
Death, do not punish for unlived years
when Budha was sitting inside me.

At center stage a dance begins
wading through salvia and absinthes.
The soil craves for the roots,
lake was not deep enough...

Read More

Playing off your intent, 
writhing as you plunder 
within the dank dampness,
the wanton wave
spray painting effigies like Pollack
pole axed in delight my pelvis rises…

With hands full of Adonis’s moons
parting the skin of your throat with...

Read More