Short Smoulder Poems
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Never burnt
kinda smoulder
ashes never ember
nothing left to burn
disappointed choose
how to lose the lose
is there any body out there
or am i singing to the sun
no one seen my madness...yet
Philosophical usually means “of the brain”
To this guy it usually means a real brain drain
As we all get older
Our brains still smoulder
But our drive takes a detour to a different plane
She’d statuesque legs, and eyes that smoulder
Over came Jacques, tipped her on the shoulder
‘Excuse-moi, femme fatal’
‘J’adore’ your bearded pal
“Does she have ‘un pistolet’ or holster?”
A sand blown whisper taunts my soul
With rippling samba’s rigmarole
This soul perspires mosaic paint
As rose vine perfume makes me faint.
Souls breathe fire to yearn and smoulder
Seismic vision makes us bolder
Brazenly two souls rub noses
Wild sirocco dust our poses
I
am
a new
verse. A
New Page
My silver tongue
so full of his love that
I
am
a Phoenix
who's world caught
Afire
and I did not see the
Change until
my fingertips were covered
in the ashes
I coughed up the smoke
from my internal smoulder
and this gift from god is a surprise
I am caught in its wonder.
For a second chance is not a promise
but
an all encompassing splendor
Form:
Hundreds of thousands
of postcards
for sale
evoke nostalgic
memories
and offer glimpses
of faraway lands
Conversations about deltiololgy
fill the room
Dealers have come form
many states and lands
to sell their wares
Along with an old friend
who is a photographer
I prepare a piece
about
the
event
The commerce in old
paper
continues throughout the day
Ashes of the past still smoulder
Soldiers of fortune caught in the construct
Captive foreign held in the menagerie
Shoulders abortion fought for my next salary
Now souls smoulder over their short daiquiri
I hate it when they’re mad at me
Tragedy had to be for a better tomorrow
War ages are coming
Prepare for the casualties
Rubble
And sorrow
Headlines a tad too hallow
Death still rages on casually
I guess it has to be
The delivery was free
Please don’t be mad at me
But whatever has to be has to be
Orbiting the organism of time
On that straight line that's mine
With that occasional curve
That strikes a nerve that I deserve
Feeling like a hungry tiger
Watching the sun as it's getting brighter
The knot in the rope is getting tighter
The weight of the world on my shoulders
Watching the coals sit and smoulder
Trying to express my inner thoughts
It's getting harder now, I don't like it alot!
The fire is burning now, it's getting hot!
Emotions are painful, Make it stop!
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