Short Heretofore Poems
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Heretofore I was
your candlelight, which guided
you through the eben
night. Now, I'm just a fractured
shadow screaming on your wall.
Silence opens up
new world
heretofore
unseen
We behold
beauty bliss,
God, soul,
moment ...
Date: 10/6/2020
Okay gonna clean up my act from this day forth
No more bawdiness, no talk of prosties of course
There once was this pretty whore
Oops, think I promised, I even swore
Well one more time or I'll poop myself heretofore
Peering through a telescope,
the Horse Head Nebula swirls in green.
Casting aside times when she lacked hope,
the universe emerges on a vast screen.
Behold welcome wonders heretofore unseen.
*Entry for Brian's "latest 50" contest
Our strength
is our
distance
Where fortune
cascades
To flow
on the
borders
Where miles
assuage
Our strength
is our
distance
Arm’s length
by the score
An
echo
connecting
The dots
— heretofore
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
Exploring regions unexplored heretofore
my body springs to attention like a rusty door…
O, that I had listened to Doctor Gore
I wouldn't be near this sore ...
For ‘There’s no known remedy
~ for the early middle-seventies’
Left lusciously lingering
Thoughts twisting, tormenting
Her heart heretofore healed his hurt
She sometime said sweet something’s softly;
That tranquilised their tiffs
Now nothing…
Left lusciously lingering, lost, lonely….
Does doom destructively devour?
Love lingering
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Heretofore
David J Walker
Maybe it was always this way
The old and the new on display
Side by side
Uncensured reside
In the past
The present
And future
A feature
Of similar divisions
And integral interpretations
Of every yesterday’s hold
On today
And tomorrow
Bravery and fear
not either or
But versions of…
Valor and shame
brought heretofore
Mixed pieces of…
A riddle to confound
the poet’s mum
As glory weds disdain…
Courage and fear
not zero-sum
But oft times look the same
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Perched in a leafy tree
sipping on poetry
eyes trained on rolling hills
toggling ‘tween windowsills
points of vantage as yet unimagined
heretofore ne’er examined
Dare one say ‘the thrill is gone’
~ leave him listless lie on languid liquid lawns
she spoke of two in metaphor
consequence and heretofore
laced her pouring bawdy brew
with a sweetened blinding cue
mesmerized
she hypnotized
dancing emerald eyes
trapped me with her wily guise
we drank a tepid tea for two
concocted by a crafty shrew
sweaty salty we both withdrew
bidding a sweet adieu
GRAMMAR ALWAYS RULES
If if and and were pots or pans
There would be fewer conjunctions
But when because or some such word
Was changed into utensil it became absurd
For although since the demise of if and and
There have been no other losses grand
Nevertheless, heretofore, notwithstanding
The loss, we must retain our conjunctioning
The life, the lies, the heavenplace
In which we sole survive
Contain a bit of shame as well
As tiny beads of sweat.
There isn't much else to say
That hasn't already been heard.
Yet I hold you to each fashioning
Each posting; every word.
Do I dare hold open doors of genius
Only empires will abound.
Each time the art can hold its own
The world is homeward bound.
Electronic books of your face and form
taken with a new camera.
The eyes that see it are older now.
You, all of you, digitally sewn together,
pixilated into our history.
Long bygone visions
of your once and before images
caught in thin scraps of time
and clipped from much longer threads;
Something else,
a partial portrait,
a revealing of a heretofore
of what we both left within each other
after.
Dredging Thoughts
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
On the river of life
Of late I’m dredging,
Thoughts from aged sand;
My mind, like a bottle,
That suddenly came uncapped,
Pours forth long disregarded contents,
From when life was good,
And mostly pleasing,
Things thought heretofore
Forever trapped, I’m finding,
Was just capture and liberate;
The older I get, the more I have to remember,
And the less I retain.
Tom
The cherub wrapped in rose - chaste chariot.
A sprightly chain stirs charismatic horse
Across the ages to answer one’s prayers.
A demon with a plot to spare one’s prayers.
Betide the lightning strike, toward chariot,
but for the heretofore of God’s blest horse.
Sole-kick displays golden crescent of horse.
Claptrap scream of demon without a prayer!
Away spurs the audacious chariot.
Behold chariot and horse - answered prayers!
2/19/2019
A Tritina For Messina
A robin perched upon a branch
outside my living room window
His lighthearted disposition
roused within me a reverie.
With eyes closed firmly I conjured
a heretofore different scene:
A naked limb laden with snow
and a cold loneliness prevailed
gazing through a closed, frosted pane…
My eyes opened, the thrush was gone
no trace vestige of abstract snow
though out of sight his song was heard
Cheerio, Cheeriup, tut tut !!
from outside my open window.
Halitosis hocus pocus,
Cures my malevolence for graveolence.
The serene Listerine of oral hygiene,
A matador piercing malodor,
With one mouthful of
Gin taken on the chin.
I do risk
Lucidity to rid the morbidity,
I may lumber rising from slumber.
Yet those taken
A back by this quack,
Can rest assured against the absurd.
One cannot
Ignore the heretofore.
In addition, I offer admonition
Beware!
Another tends to smother
Any care of even being aware.