I had been fooled
She used her foreign to-meness
To arouse me into
Wanting her
She had been taught such
To find facts
Which she could use against
Me
My teaching never included
That of the body
and my job made it
easy for me to be used,
This her samplings of together ess
Made either subhuman from
Wanting. Or extrahuman from
Needing. A desire of her flesh
made togetherness tolerable
I looked forward to being
With her even as she was my
enemy.
This the nights of froth,
Would be defined through our
Love making. She made time
enough to seduce me her time
and labor as a woman, could make
even the scariest of sameness
In afterlude nonexistent that she
Was a woman in all affairs of
womanism!
The Chill of loneliness are warmed
By her expression to
Procreate and
Be mine!
Categories:
samplings, me,
Form: Burlesque
I had been fooled
She used her foreign to-meness
To arouse me into
Wanting her
She had been taught such
To find facts
Which she could use against
Me
My teaching never included
That of the body
and my job made it
easy for me to be used,
This her samplings of together ess
Made either subhuman from
Wanting. Or extrahuman from
Needing. A desire of her flesh
made togetherness tolerable
I looked forward to being
With her even as she was my
enemy.
This the nights of froth,
Would be defined through our
Love making. She made time
enough to seduce me her time
and labor as a woman, could make
even the scariest of sameness
In afterlude nonexistent that she
Was a woman in all affairs of
womanism!
The Chill of loneliness are warmed
By her expression to
Procreate and
Be mine!
Categories:
samplings, me,
Form: Burlesque
In their little houses, fire bleeds
Through the staring windows,
Eyeballs pressed from panes, endless
Revelations, explanations of what is to be…
Moments, Southern samplings
Darkness feeds on their silence,
As they yearn for the moment when life
Will begin,
Eyeballs pressed against dark pains,
Where they still remember,
The aching truth of their life before
They were merely shadows,
Erased by the sun who comes again,
And again…
Every morning, their breath is stilled,
Ghostly fires hide them,
As a surreal silence lingers on the windowsill,
The only sign that they were once…
A living thing,
Instead of merely a shadow, a ghost, a phantom.
Categories:
samplings, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Slim elegance, pencil-sharp,
dark business skirt,
clean contrasts
where the black cuts
a clear white neckline.
Stretchy pants,
wide at the beam,
rumpled fore and rear,
a clear predilection
for sweats.
The two women
enter by the same door,
both will leave
by the same door,
never noting each other.
The fuzzy store-greeter,
stacks baskets,
none of which are different
until filled with choices -
samplings that speak
of each self-image.
Categories:
samplings, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Tree planting
We, schoolchildren, were sent to a field to plant trees
I was given a handful of samplings and a mall spade
the soil was black and moist early spring cold fingers.
There worms who appeared to dislike this sudden light.
I asked a teacher if worms knew they were worms.
“ never mind the worms, he said, dig a tree.
Behind me, the lads dared each other to swallow one,
later he said he stomach cramps and was allowed
to go home.
Wish I was that smart.
That was seventy years ago the field is a forest populated
with rabbits and foxes, wolves are banned they
eat children for breakfast, the adults said.
I don´t care much about worms, but my hands were
cold, I had put them under my jacket, and I hated the teacher.
Nevertheless, I like to think I once helped to plant trees.
Categories:
samplings, anti bullying, appreciation,
Form: Blank verse
. for public domain
Ankle high, boot blacked and tightly laced nun shoes,
a faint wisp of cheap lavender perfume,
a baby's cry over a mother's shush,
moments on a bus ride across country,
traveling from soggy Fairfield, Iowa
to arid Grand Junction, Colorado
to spend the remaining years of this life
in a Grand Valley walled with cliffs' highland.
The low samplings of an American
Spirit, enduring unfulfilled promise
of a still young and rising wilderness
at the reigns of a people creating their own.
Categories:
samplings, change, journey, poverty, retirement,
Form: Free verse
Wildfire
Fire, we fear flames seeking to obliterate
to cleanse forest and plains so the land can grow
again green shoots the world has been
the cycles can start again
having cleared the undergrowth that hindered
the freedom of samplings
There is a flower that only bloom after a fire
fire ephemerals can cover mountainsides
in a multicolour of wonder.
We feel a strange attraction to the flames
we wish it could rinse our sins, yet, we have
a great terror for the fire of hell
The fire we dread the most is the fire
in mans` heart it can be wonderful but so easily
became ruinous and manifest itself
in greed and destruction of what is good
There is a wildfire raging now and the Nordic
tremble and fear they might be consumed
by the firestorm.
Categories:
samplings, cool, corruption, courage, cousin,
Form: Blank verse
Thank you mankind,
for leaving this clump of trees,
for us Nature lovers.
A crowd of deciduous samplings,
motionless like prisoners,
in a desert of bulldozer ruts.
If I squint my vision,
I should be thankful that the clump of trees
is positioned to catch the Autumn sun
- at just the right angle.
It's all how you view trees.
So sad they're young and orphaned
With no desire to shed their leaves.
Categories:
samplings, nature, people, socialautumn, perspective,
Form: I do not know?