My drinks enticing and sweet
On a chair in the middle of the street
My little floaters been dinged
Toiling waves the edges singed
The wood alive with roaring flame
Waters pulsing like a broiling brain
The cars flow downriver like syrup
I float on my raft with an empty cup
My chair can't sink among the heat
Since it's not the damn drivers seat
So I travel the world and surf
My cup will never touch any turf
Arms reach out from the ocean waves
They hold tight, the current fails
They want saltless delight im sure
I lift the parasol, sugar is the cure
I reach down and share the fluid
The current takes it, people included
It's no matter, I can surf without it
So I crouch on the boards and sit
Then lie and bask in the sun
And even the hands cant ruin the fun
They still reach and pin me
From below the board they see
Grab my cup and take it
I laugh and spit
I let them take it where it belongs
Bubbling under the wooden walls
And I still have the suns fire
It extinguishes the waters pyre
The lapping waves cant burn
My raft of wood will never turn
Everything is so warm and free
As long as my drink is lifting me
Categories:
saltless, abuse, addiction, imagery, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
Stealing a glance at the wrinkling
Of your aging face, I heave deep sighs
Biting hard on my lips, struggling
To hold back saltless tears from my eyes
No use! They rain down my cheeks
Knowing this is the perfect moment
In torrents they pour, pour, pour,
Making a mess of the thing around my neck
I look out the window as clouds gather
Saluting one another with
Clattering sounds of lands farther
Than the reach of my senses, including the sixth
I wipe my watering holes quickly
Fearing you may be awakened anytime
By the bellows and exchanges of blows
Between angels and demons in the night sky
My companions: Good and Evil,
Toss me left and right
As Reality, like a ghoulish weevil,
Paints a picture so lucid and bright
Heaven's wetness starts to pelt
Your sleeping body like a petty thief
In portions that help to melt
My doubts and fuel my anger and grief
No more waiting on the Lord!
No more patience for the fattest bone!
The Devil now has this dog's soul!
These tears have made me stone cold!
Forgive me mother, have mercy on me
You have been my God, my heart and
My world. I am leaving home to see
Myself someday clothed in gold or else... in sand.
Categories:
saltless, adventure, anger, angst,
Form: Free verse
“Memories Leave Silently”**
The memories leave silently
so as not to disturb the now
tiptoeing through darkening corridors
stirring only motes of hidden dust.
Sliding through the grasp of weakened will,
unfelt amid the growing numbness
now – disconnected from – then
how – in search of – why.
Eyes search the familiar – for the known
lips form words without expression
tears – devoid of sting – dry saltless
memories leave – silently.
John G. Lawless
1/16/2016
**This poem was prompted by the phrase “memories leave silently” in the poem “A Time To Let Go” written by Silent One on PoetrySoup.
Categories:
saltless, age, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
(Dedication: For Demetrios Trifiatis)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I often wonder why
Poets come and go;
Change feels so strange
But then again
I salvage reasons;
To fill the vacuum
Some are more
Deeply profound;
Nice and polite
Some we won't miss
No matter what;
Saltless salt!
Yet cheer finds me
In happy moods;
My Greek friend's back
So here I write
In simple lines:
"Welcome back!"
Hope you will
Spin your verses;
Keep fond company
Hope all is well
In your affairs;
Dear Demetrios
It's been four months
Since you've been gone;
Even poesy misses you!
Leon Enriquez
20 August 2014
Singapore
Categories:
saltless, absence,
Form: Free verse
With blood pouring in his eyes
And saltless tears streaming down his face
The Savior of the world came and took His place
Upon a cross of suffering
Upon a cross of shame
His strength empowers me til this very day!
He was a King prior
He sat on a mighty throne
He was robed in fullest majesty
He carried His cross alone
He walked the road to Calvary
And not for one moment did he turn around and go back
Back to the easy life of being a King
Not to the carefree life with His angelic beings
No! He stayed there in the midst of the most horrible suffering
My Savior! My King! His strength and love for all of mankind is EMPOWERING!
Written by Gwendolen Rix
7-23-14
Contest “Strength Empowers”
Categories:
saltless, christian, devotion,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
What's in Your Cup?
[Please Ask Later]
I called, PAL A, 'What are you drinking tonight?'
HE said, 'Café au lait', with much delight.
He said he'd gone to her woman's,
On an invite.
I took out my bottle,
Found it empty
Ran toward the kitchen then,
To turn on the faucet and get a fill!
Called PAL B then, 'What occupies your cup tonight?'
She said, 'Shroom juice, to make myself reignite!'
She said she'd gone to her man's,
And was staying there overnight.
I wonder why not get a little of that juice,
Let myself a little loose?
But here I am, standing and thinking,
My bottle is filling still!
Called my step Pa at last, 'What's in your cup tonight?'
'Green tea son. Are ya alright?'
He hung up, without waiting for my answer,
I thought this conversation was most trite!
Checked my cabinets, there was neither tea nor coffee,
Should I ask my Pa in that other house, should I plea?
My bottle started overflowing then, saltless and tasteless sink water,
I am drinking it now, what else could there be for me?
Categories:
saltless, fun,
Form: Ballad
Tear are salty,
Mine are not,
I did swallow them twice,
Never did they taste thus,
I cannot warrant for all times,
But for these two times I can say for sure,
What went inside wrong?
And the salt did not quite come out with them,
I cannot comprehend full,
But I can say for sure,
That the events which caused them,
Were so full of acidic brine and salt,
That probably tears felt ashamed,
And left their salt behind.
Categories:
saltless,
Form: Free verse