Rondine Poems

Sweet tarts Rondine

Circling the drain my world’s changing,
trying to salvage the best parts.
Naiveté and those soft hearts,
they slide down disintegrating. 
The hardest fist is now banging,
this is how sour becomes sweet tarts.
Circling the drain,
a potent aroma’s stinging.
Dingy is how all the growth starts,
everything’s fresh after cleaning.
With focus you’re harshly scrubbing,
circling the drain.

Toxic Rondine

Ravage the taste of this city,
that sound of a midnight train ride. 
Haunt glitz and graffiti collide,
vile smoke rolls toxic within me. 
Some roots crack concrete completely, 
DNA's script won't be denied. 
Ravage the taste,
every morsel spells DMV. 
Authentic you do not let slide,
nothing ever rattles your pride. 
The underground rules discreetly,
ravage the taste.

System Overload Rondine Back To The Future Tribute

Woahhh.. rock and roll. Definitely.
The system may just overload. 
A lead foot going down the road. 
Soft, a bit smooth? Not remotely. 
That sound broke apart inside me,
hearing the guitar my pulse slowed. 
Woahhh.. rock and roll. 
Man that vibrates, this is heavy. 
Music defined by that zip code,
with every lyric  those roots showed.

Discreetly Rondine

I need a break from all of it,
people pushing and pulling me.
I’ll fight to the death to be free,
don’t discount strategy and grit. 
Is there spray for what they emit? 
Something to protect discreetly? 
I need a break
from all the bleakness they transmit. 
Their perfume stings aggressively
it’s like wandering through debris.
Treading in all that blood

Imprinted Rondine

Imprinted on that electric summer,
a raw current carried down to my bones.
That trepidation of hearing hail stones, 
the dark lights in the sky are a stunner.
Breath I must exhale begins to stir,
creating the very lowest of moans
imprinted on.
Awakened I roar now with the thunder 
deluxe collaboration of dark tones.
Unearthly echoing monstrous cyclones
filling me with overwhelming

A Buffet Of Words Rondine

Wired to create verse every day,
it was not a planned strategy.
My soul has wings of poetry 
and a burning desire to slay.
What else is really left to say? 
This is my personality.
Wired to create,
I am armed with a fine buffet
of words from my dictionary. 
With a stacked vocabulary 
mixed with loathing every cliche’,
wired to create.

Brawlers Rondine

The sunset girls won’t be muted,
high-pitched voices are high dollar;
They’re fleeting cascades of color,
those ardent eyes aren’t diluted;
Lightning flashes undisputed
will break through any choke collar;
The sunset girls 
are nothing if not sure-footed;
Never entertaining squalor 
make no mistake call them brawlers;
Color blocked magic saluted 
the sunset girls.

Playback Rondine

X’s and o’s scratched on a bathroom wall,
I wonder did her sweet fairy tale last?
Precious moments tend to fly by so fast;
Seeing those letters I always recall 
the woo you would use causing me to bawl;
That holy gaze forcing my eyes downcast;
X’s and o’s;
Do you remember that hard slip and fall? 
Phony flirtation or true

Absentee Feelings Rondine

Eat your heart out I know you see 
how I beam when I am in love;
You could have worn me like a glove,
or had the sweetest taste of me;
Your feelings always absentee,
what  feeds my soul was disposed of;
Eat your heart out;
I found a man who will not flee
unless he pulls me high above;
Making sure

Sugary Grins Rondine

Milk and cookies to dunk into the night,
smiles are full of chocolate endorphins;
Filling to the brim decorative tins,
comfort food says everything is alright;
Vowing to eat just one but lose the fight,
sharing with those unexpected drop-ins;
Milk and cookies; 
Every one is devoured now you just might 
taste just like a bunch of sugary grins;
Amidst all the

A Cavalcade Rondine

A cavalcade of savage singing lights  
whip worshippers of ultraviolet;
Indulging the most hedonistic threat 
they raise hooks to meritorious heights;
DJ’s entourage being read last rites
at the end of that set they won’t forget;
A cavalcade;
The swollen witching hour synthetic bites 
direct reckless dancers to a sure bet;
Inarticulate’s the best you can get;
Obsessing over complicated fights,
a

Raw Senses Rondine

A haunting comes unexpected,
perhaps that’s the delicious draw;
Strolling the woods with a guffaw,
nature’s buzz leaves you elated;
Every sense may seem upended,
red bared skin on your wrist is raw;
A haunting comes;
Your pulse has become upgraded
put into pace by a chainsaw;
The blood curdling scream’s first law:
‘Leave all their calm devastated.’
A haunting comes.

Silk Strand Rondine

Hot hushed hisses sweet nothings drip;
On alabaster skin they land
more ruse than the rough of your hand;
Holding me in an ego trip
you try to squelch me with that grip;
Throughout centuries they have banned
hot hushed hisses;
Fangs that nip at my lower lip 
you buckle me I cannot stand;
Those shackles to me? A silk strand;
Baby go on

Tangy Sweethearts Rondine

Tangy sweethearts blended so well,
lemonade and love a fine mix;
Leisurely pour or a quick fix,
sugar and a bang will dispel;
Our flavors make each other swell;
Shaken hard with red and white sticks,
tangy sweethearts;
We ‘get’ each other we just gel;
Becoming ride or die sidekicks
adds mischief to our bag of tricks;
A lovely chill at once befell,
tangy sweethearts.

Finally Unite Rondine

A call to arms to finally unite
against a most dangerous aggressor;
It takes two to create a warrior,
no they are not left but also not right; 
The revolution to solve the world’s plight?
This will involve every ambassador;
A call to arms;
Hitting the streets a stick of dynamite
they’ll die to live up to that metaphor;
Like a fire burning

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