Narrations Poems - Poems about Narrations

The author I've never been

...Sadly as I put the pen down

Trying to pour out all my emotions 

My trauma and my life drama then I think…

Thinking that i was a writer for as long as i lived

Been playing with words my wh...

Stars of Clarity

...Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful thing in the world, A limited, limiting clarity I have not and never did have any motive of poetry But to achieve clarity.
George Oppen

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Bewilderment

...Bewildering

Is the experience

Of many seekers of

Nothing..

Complexities and

Assumed 

Foreknowledge

Thread through 

The teachings ..

Feeding the

Narrations of

Bewilder...

The Diner

...Hang a left, clunker rocking
on sprung shocks.
Inside,
narrows taper to booths.
The place is slow-time empty.

The staff talk is griddle speech,
a blow by blow banter,
middle finger smarts mi...

Journey To a Crematorium

...Let me tell you a story on a midnight journey,
To a crematorium, through an undergrowth ferny; 
At my age between sixteen to seventeen,
In nineteen seventy eight; with a dusky scene; 
A time, whe...

In-Between the Lines

...POEM 

Tittle; In-between the Lines


In-between lines, lies possibilities more like a probability equation...

Just like a bridge standing high above the sea connecting two destinations also ...

Intimate Script

...The boudoir joins us in absorbing feeling

a Goddess right next to me under cover

breathless and inspiring we share the muse

of all muses as we preside over wedlock

hands tied around leath...

The Eye

...The eye of the beholder created by observer,
ever virtues twilights preserver.

Attraction of beauty and normally,
perception in grace of subjectively.

Spiritual awakening to purpose realizati...

Pants Dropping

...How many listen to private conversations
Now let's be honest, it's a natural temptation
As innocent as it seems
Causes a trip to the latrines
Jaw-dropping these pants-dropping narrations<...

Country Diner

...I hang a left, my clunker rocking
on sprung shocks.
Inside, narrows taper to booths.
The talk is griddle speech,
a blow by blow banter,
middle finger smarts mixed with
vowels of tenderness.
I ...

Union of Expectations

...Don’t you know that you are one?
Just like the two sides of a coin, 
You need each other to be complete, 
And you shall walk together, 
For you are forged to be one.

You surely are a union of ...

My Best Friend

...I always thought of a word I would use to refer to him,
for he was more than a brother to me.
We talked about space and mysteries for hours.
We went for long walks.
We shared our fears, hopes and...

I Know This Man of God

...I know this man of God that roars from the bottom of the city, below the red blood line.
Knowing that his words never fail, every Sunday I make my way down to the bottom of the city to hear this man...

The Hiv Test

...He walks around town
bouncing
over size t-shirts
baggy jeans half way his butt
each day wearing a mysterious smile
today with this
tomorrow that
as easy as his wink
so they come and go

She thinks sh...

The Quill Swillers Club

...THE QUILL SWILLERS CLUB

connections and perceptions started in July 2008
a typical day of apathy
where the temptation was to hibernate
relaxing with local newspaper
browsing lazily...

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