Long Thrusts Poems

Early morning dawn July
"Mallory"  Damian whispered, sliding 
Closer to her. "Mallory" he Whispered 
Again gently caressing. She wanted
To say stop. It was to late
he moved quite quickly. He spread
Like wild fire. Soon consuming her.
The...

Read More

True love is unquestionable. 
What is true love?
To me; it is more feeling based rather than definitively worded. 
Emotional attached, formed mentalities that are equally paired with an immaculate physical connection. 
Collected bi-gender, shared love—
She’s...

Read More

Beneath the pall of an eldritch moon, 
                           ...

Read More

Rugby SCRUM* DANCE for Divorced and Dis-abused Wedding Guests

(Packs made up of eight « players » (see note below) may be formed indifferently : either segregate the sexes or mix them up. No sweat !...

Read More

POTD 7th Mar 2018

I trust you like the music video clip which enhances the poem

Like dark molten honey caressing her tongue
and soul food for taste buds addicted to caffeine
Coffee has its own excitation
The book has...

Read More

Who would milk the Tigress
				
                				    wears no armour    gasmask
				pail within squat thighs
					nor bloodless...

Read More

RAINDROPS OF IMMORTALITY

Smiles were stolen from me long time ago
Days gone gray as storms rush to play: my...
They drain. Fervently, I called to the Heavens 
but it seems no one there. No one there!

I lullaby...

Read More

Chapter 13: Leaving the River

Our leaving the river I think surprised us both,
But the seeds were sown early in our preparations,
And shared philosophy of following our bliss,
Simply stated, the trip stopped being fun,
Prairie du Chien,...

Read More

One day I wish to know, 
as the scars of devils do, 
when your eyes, married to the auburn fox, 
will remove their pantheon of petrified ghosts
and lay with me once again.


Lay with me again...

Read More

...Give him a handful of seconds
and his turbocharged cyborg mind
could know what a man would do next,
and it happened time after time.

Carson chose to have fun with this,
he signed up to do some boxing,
read their...

Read More

Her skin is textured fabric
and a lovely pair of…odd eyes of ink
 black and sheen green.
Cherry cheeks, heavy-handed
 for his amusement.

Lips sewn to silence
just the way he likes her.
Living only through him
though she’s not alive.

Criminals...

Read More

Sheer poetry in motion with a picnic basket in hand 
Laughing brandishing a bottle as he lopes along the sand
His handsome features completely wreathed in smiles
Lifts and twirls me round - my squeal must be...

Read More

We warrior poets
calligraphy ride boldly into the foggy fray
Our ancient, iron-will pens
are always getting battle-tested
time and time again     by cloudy blot resistance
We always rolled scroll win ... 
writing off into the...

Read More

Here I stand, entirely symmetrical
with the longitudinal lines
that thrusts perfectly through 
the balance of our planet  
with not a moment of fluctuation. 

Stiffly positioned in a direct stance,
ensuring not a single curve
in the chain...

Read More

Khatia Buniatishvili's Tour de Force of Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto N° 1 in B-flat minor on Zubin Mehta's 80th Birthday*

… the caged-beast terrified defying the donderbus blasts vollies of muskets and cannons heralding the charge cavernous...

Read More

Abuse, of any kind, is unacceptable no matter what “good” comes from it.

Abusive, you
Lyrically expendable

You set my heart ablaze
At the peak of your animosity

Your apologies lingered amongst the masses
Sharing your ovarian milestones
Within your visceral declarations

Descending...

Read More

Looming way up high in the sky, holds a friendly, but shy star; which posses the caring, and strong-willed 
determination, which controls the poor star at every waking moment.
The determination to fit in and be...

Read More

She wanders in darkest Night
Bathed in incandescent Light
Her pathway is all aglow
His dwelling lies in Shadow

A gentle rustling he hears
He is consumed by his fears
Beyond, he sees dazzling Light
This lone dweller of the Night

As he...

Read More

A visitor, 
I sit by night and day
unmoved to pen a loving word
no more the Muse its lightning thrusts
of inspiration cast my woeful way
while waiting, watching, 
nothing left
of hope, of comfort – 
nothing right to...

Read More

Rollercoaster On The Scenery

Life rolled along on another day’s roller coaster
Two steel rails and rubber wheels forged the way
Speeding along a narrow path from mountain top
Shadowing the vast lake below in green
Left bank is scenic...

Read More

(Isaiah 50: 4, 5 /  Song of Solomon  /  John 11: 23 – 27  /  Revelation 21: 3, 4)


Out of Cold Shadows On A Highland Moor
Will You Come Walking To...

Read More

>Do you write on trees?

Was on the radio today, do you write on trees?
Cutting through their skin of bark, your love initials, for a lark.

I feel sorry, for the tree, as its life sap, leaks...

Read More

A smiling face I hope to see                            ...

Read More

Yours is my sacred non-zero soul
core center shared
within

Surrounded by your robust
fertile 
masculine energy

Not to exploit
and yet not too shy

Not too retractive
nor extractive,
equipoised

Anticipating
our cooperative re-investing,
powerfully ebbing
and succulently flowing
further enculturating future.

So, I do not cheat without you
in...

Read More

The evening air spreading its soft chill,
Playing with the blue mountain to nature's will,
New snow flakes engulfs the barren hills,
Taming my heart with tender warmth and thrills. 

At the inn the keeper holds a lighted...

Read More