Short Breathings Poems
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Remembering Dreams
David J Walker
Here the breathings
In deep wood
Here the hearings
If I could
Remember meanings
Bad or good
Visions often
Misunderstood
I dream of you
My dear
I dream I feel
You near
I dream I hear
Your breathings
I dream I know
The pleadings
Of your heart
A perfect night ending.
After passion peaks,
our quivering bodies,
dissolved in fiery heat.
Wrapped in a nightly cocoon to sleep.
Fragrance dew lingers,
entwined in dampened sheets,
as two hearts synchronize
in harmonic rhythms.
Breathings calm to steady flight,
as sleep creeps,
ending a perfect night.
When a poet is going to write up a poem
Somehow alike a fish is going to take a breath
Breathings took with strength generate ripples
While slight breathings would only whisp gas
Someone might think they are different entirely
How can you compare a poet to a fish
The fish makes a piece only in shallow water
While a poet can do so even in strange trees
in the quiet seams of morning,
ancestral breathings rise~
faint stirrings threaded
through the rooms we enter~
soft remnants of voices
that once shaped our name;
they move like light
slipping across old photographs,
a gentle continuity
we never fully see
yet always carry,
as if the past exhales
each time we open the door
to ourselves.
In the heat of the moment,
You tossed and turned in my bed
Your insecurities as we speak,
The certainty of your emotions as our lips meet.
Shallow breathings in the darkness,
Vagabond hearts are in a deep conquest
If both are being honest,
Between our mind and body there's a protest.
Your head in the crook of my neck,
Made my guard shattered
In the euphoric heat of the moment,
My entirety was of no regret...
i dont feel well at all today
i think ive got the flu
the sweat is pouring out of me
like ive had a vindaloo
its minus three degrees outside
the frost is on the ground
but i am burning up and now
my head is spinning round
the pins and needles in my arm
are shooting down my side
and now im going dizzy
like im on a fairground ride
a crushing pain is in my chest
my breathings getting slack
i cant beleive i chose today
to have a heart attack
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Book of Breathings
David J Walker
Cruel clock
Supernatural sail
A false friend
in the wind
blending in
To a breeze
at the speed
Of a whirlwind
Tell me again
about your tomorrow
the sorrow comes with the dawn
in time to
Borrow phrases
from the model
of an avant-garde lexicon
Carved by men in caves
Painted in pen
In the
Book of Breathings
before we are gone
and gravity claims us all
I jogged, one foot after the other,
Lungs wide open to welcome,
Breathings of the warm evening air,
Eyes stung at the touch of
Cruel sweat, saturated and salty.
I jogged, a flat branch overhead,
My left arm reached out to touch
The tree and its clippings,
Dwindling down the serpent's throat,
Though my fingers were amiss.
I jogged, against the moving air,
Soles hitting the ground aloud,
Bullets firing as if the sound,
Outpacing the farthest person,
All was fair and square.
Stop the Violence
not in silence
Lot the wild is
on the street crying
trying to grab a grip
something to eat
Flying back at tip
of the wing the system
blinding the kids with a backwards
education defining deprivation
of a freedom promise to all
who live on the land as equal
yet currency confuses the category
Manners Glory Honor one another
as Kings and Queens should
Acknowledge the blessings
breathings
Forgiveness is hard yet
satisfying
as the humble make it out the jungle
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