There is a body that meets, to apprsise
Facts of i'll acts and crimes against humans.' Intending justice to purvey.' The
Court is fighting against ' predjudice ' yet
Has had judgement laid, Against pope
Benedict with indictment grave, crimes against minors, you may recall that he stayed within the vatican,? Never leaving
Its walls.' He died in its precincts i leave all
To think.? If he was not guilty why he did not raise a stink.? queen elizabeth was also sentenced, avoiding
the clink ' a few
years after she then; passed on.'
Check out this claim, and who else's
names, are in the can?
Is this the answer to the bullies.? Who preen on the world stage, do you want more of this justice,? at this time and this
Age.'
So … here it is: My two cents
(I know that’s not much recompense
For using up this space and time
With this, my lowly rhyme.)
But … in this published poetry
I’ve read rhymes of majesty.
Too, I’ve read some words from whence
I can simply make no sense
But making sense of what they write
Reflects only on my insight
And does not diminish - in any way
What it is they have to say
And in these pages as I drift
I read poets who have “The Gift”
In shock and awe do I read
And now I find I must concede:
Good or bad, short or long,
All these poets sing their song
All can see, there is NO doubt
‘Tis from their hearts these words ring out
So, I’ll not read them critically
For who the hell am I to be
In judgment of a poet’s heart
Of what’s inside which they impart
They open paths for their purvey
For they must say what they have to say
In their hearts they write As One
And to all I say: Wow! Well done!
Quiet Nights and Quiet Stars
The cozy, round, garden table,
In that smoky Columbian cafe.
A time long ago, and far away.
Let’s go back in time, we’re able.
The dance floor, we happily purvey,
In this country, let us joyfully stay!
In our house, your head I will cradle.
Your Latin eyes, still make me sway.
I truly vow, with you, I will forever stay!
7/25/2024 poem 2
Squatter pulse rates purvey hoarder rain,
Blood drips, heaving, flipping the veins hole.
Shaping an abyss in your nearest chain,
In the dusk, you can hear raindrops on the tole.
Blood drips, heaving, flipping the veins hole,
You expect a reply as you hear and embrace.
In the dusk, we can hear driblets on the tole,
You sink into the gloom with its tune chase.
You expect a reply as you hear and embrace,
In the water, we will be exposing gaps of refuge.
You sink into the gloom with its tune chase,
In the gaps amid hurried swing and deluge.
In the water, we will be exposing gaps of refuge,
Blue and silver waves echo in the bland brine.
In the gaps amid hurried swing and deluge,
Painful and subtle, disclose an anxious whine.
Blue and silver waves echo in the bland brine,
We can spot underlying stream dysmorphia.
Painful and subtle, disclose an anxious whine,
Under the decent ripples of life lies dyspraxia.
We can spot underlying stream dysmorphia,
Shaping an abyss in your nearest chain.
Under the decent ripples of life lies dyspraxia,
Squatter pulse rates purvey hoarder rain.
Written: October 1st, 2022
Counting the Rings of Saturn
By David J Walker
What do I know
Of Saturn
That claims sovereign reign
Over my last name and night sky
Of my Mother
Do you know my Father’s number
What do you have to do with
The new moon that brought them
Together
That I should be born in the
Purvey of Capricorn
My head is turned to the past
Practical
responsible
cold and distant
Unforgiving
prone to feelings of guilt
I’ll give you that, Saturn
I wonder if I can
Count your rings
And learn anything
Nightly the familiar march,
sunset suffused with dawn.
Crushed the moments in between.
Neither praised nor cursed but
merely lost amid their myriad kin
and dreadfully forgotten.
Misplaced lives amid unreckoned days—
for sale by merchants of expired skill
who barter time and wrest unseemly bargains,
their words aligned with porous deeds,
maintained throughout in darkness
yet crumbling from within, seamy side disclosed
Frightful that our nobler minds
must daily banish all the fetid rancor
those in power tediously summon
from nether cursed realm that they purvey,
absent notice or concern
for those they step upon and maim.
Have you heard the cries of innocence
of all earth’s precious life?
Won’t you join me now outside,
as once again the light of day is stolen,
and ponder all the vast but unseen
intellect that permeates the sky?
The speed of thought is infinite
and fills the boundless depths of space.
To all the guardians of infinity
I nightly urge my fervent aspiration—
And hold aloft a sign of just one word,
and that word is AWAY.
Money I seek not for what it’ll purvey,
but for all the things it can take away.
Let there be no light,
Errie darkness,
Let it surround the world in it's wake
The black cover, let it encompass,
Smother every flame that lasts.
For the dark does not demarcate, you from me and from anybody else,
The dark does not arbitrate,
It unbounds every built fence.
The dark makes us hear the world,
It does not let us know,
You might be pale or blue, noble or brute,
The dark does not let it show.
Light makes us decree,
Good from bad, enslaved from free.
It makes us arrive,
to conclusions,
rested on what we sight.
The dark takes it away,
the power to guage, to purvey,
It makes us realize,
The disguise, the confines,
Turns each of us into a surprise.
We don’t dare
To mention it
Or to others, it purvey
We do not try
To clarify
And thus, our fears allay
Which leaves us with
Unproven myth
That just, gets in our way
We should not bide
In our pride
But ask, what’s gone astray
With friends our ties
We improvise
And some, just go their way
But, with family share
And our souls bare
So need not, from them stray
BOEMS BY JA 212
Poke holes in clouds
Hammer the happiness
Rip my curtains
Flood out the angriness
Curse my name
Couple my drunken state
Struggle with luggage claim
Just sit and wait
Manage my mind
Structure my consequences
Take a stand
Nothing but skin senses
Mark me with your matter
Catch the healing
Don’t have to get along
Its what’s you’re concealing
Scan the volunteers
Purvey the waiters
Sweat stains
Line the walls like a dictator
Walls paper-thin
Hear the moaning
Climax induced dream trip
Better safeguard your heart with zoning
Pull threads
Try an unseal me
I’m holding on
Scared you’ll forfeit and agree
Inglenook
She, the face in the embers,
The remnants of a raging fire,
Smoulders like a cigarette
Between lips of lustful desire.
Where men stoke in gay abandon,
Pokers hot as blacksmiths arms,
To fade and die in the ashes,
The inglenook of her charms.
Breathe, breathe, smoke inhale,
Fill your lungs, my laddy, my son,
And when you spit the bloody spit
What manhood will be done?
Ten a penny, 'tis Rose and Jenny
For whom you shall but die,
But it is dreams of her raging fire
That will burn the smokey sky.
She, the naked, fireside chat
Will weep upon the ashen grate,
And you dowsed her, her inglenook,
How it sealed a young mans fate.
Where flames rose and flames fell
Like the dance of a harlots fare,
And you, the gasp of life and death
Did often purvey her there.
Breathe, breathe, my laddy, breathe,
How dare you die so young,
The inglenook knows many tunes
But you have hardly sung.
Ten a penny, yet be you broke
And deader than her yearn,
She, the face in the embers,
When once, my son, you burned.
© RJVHorton2016
Comin' to the pad without very much to say
Not ever sure where these words'll take me
Been out my mind, I still ain't lost my way
Learned quick nothings what it seems to be
Never been one to just listen and obey
Yeah yeah you have 20/20 but can you SEE?
Knowledge is like a never ending buffet
Took some time to find myself, now I got the key
I'm an odd mix of confidence and disarray
Some days I feel too much, other days apathy
Always adding pieces to myself, paper mâché
Hangin' on to a few pieces of "me", debris
Oxymoron, my opinions change every day
Cling to nothing and you'll forever be free
All I know is I know nothing, my mind is clay
I keep writin' solely for the sake of sanity
Astray, purvey, here to sauté the cliche
Have you found a way out? I'll pay any fee
Oppose my knowledge, dance around you like ballet
I'll teach you the steps to the dance of vanity
A storm is brewing in the south
Lightning flashes thunders shout
Rain is coming without a doubt
Creatures lookout, creatures lookout
Rain is pouring, lightning flashes
East strong winds bring rain that clashes
Blowing through the door's tight sashes
Lightning flashes, lightning flashes
Its been awhile since such display
We've had many, many dry days
Wonderful moisture to purvey
Thank You today, thank You today
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Contest:Monotetra
Written this July 5, 2013
29 November 2010
My Time
Time is laid upon me
To nourish by virtue and unspoiled
Choose from a road – concrete or soiled
Learn the ropes from every tempting epitome
Chasing time or run out of time
Precisely or faulty, I succumbed to pressure
From naïve unsteady step to a walk in paseo of adventure
Hustle and bustle of the big city, daytime ‘til nighttime
I maybe at the halfway of my life, for another part, I pray
For life is ephemeral, newborn will exist, like the cycle of seasons
Recurring and invigorating promise, to exist for a reason
Rhythm in time, but in life, we skip and leap to purvey
So I am here, tired and tried
Able to catch up the time, ready to convey succession
Of the endless chain of human chronicle collection
In my end time, I may say, I chased life with pride
As fun as Monday
Armed as a sansei
Am just an hombre
Again making my headway
Alone on a Tuesday
All rules I’ll obey
At home or away
Art on the way
Air good this Wednesday
Animals to the parkway
An elephant statue foyer
Answers with always delay
Amazingly got to Thursday
America will win someday
Ask what to purvey
After all the hearsay
Awesome now its Friday
Azure sky to display
Applesauce curds and whey
Achy from work today
Angled for fun Saturday
A smile a day
And I can say
Also love to play
Amber color on Sunday
Ascendant of a stray
Always in the foray
Armor built to melee
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