Warming up to the sensual murmur
of a predawn dream.
It was a wave troubled night
the cold-grizzles
bent thoughts into driftwood shapes.
She echoes,
her body heat can almost be seen.
Who she is, is a writhing question mark
beneath squeezed-shut eyelids.
An ******** pumps images into flesh,
an overused past simulates
composite likeness’s.
Erotic hothouse flowers bloom,
yet they are only skin deep
and wither too soon.
Legs are swung over a shipwrecked bed.
Head and face rubbed hard,
jaws chew air, shreds of brain fuzz hang
before they empty-out and fall.
Not turning the kitchen light on,
hands flat on the cold breakfast counter,
shoulder blades moving up and down -
still trying to shake her off.
A last image of her floating face down
in an unwashed coffee mug.
In a shadowy sink,
gently
I wash her away.
Categories:
simulates, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Albeit Nature teaches one to be kind
One is not so always in their mind
At times I push and rush
Like water flowing in a gush
Is it Nature that simulates us or do we
Are we teaching Nature what to be
This is a thought l I randomly ponder about
Even though it is not much I can do about
I am learning to conserve, recycle and be attentive to Nature
The little things we do can be beneficial to its stature
If I can contribute towards Nature in some way
That’s the best thing I can do in my free time in any way
I love Nature, the smell, the ocean, the fresh air and pure joy
It puts me in a state where I enjoy
It’s time to wake up and contribute towards Nature
Don’t let another day go by in pure wastage
I am here to support Nature
The best is yet to come my gracious.
Categories:
simulates, nature,
Form: Free verse
she has a meditative way of lulling me to sleep
such a quiet, gentle almost unheard lapping against the shore
in the most luxuriously honest way imaginable
there is a methodical beat to the ocean's tide at night
not a melody, but rather a honest regular tune of calm
she simulates my dream state and lulls me into dreamland
I shut my eyes, glad I am the only one on the beach
honored with her tune, feeling as if she is me, and I am her
Categories:
simulates, ocean,
Form: Personification
The poet a creator, simulates further than he truly feels
Categories:
simulates, allusion, extended metaphor, fantasy,
Form: Monoku
Fall and
red yellowing
leaves in the trees
an old man sitting
on a bench
watches them
fall
and thinks of his youth
a youth
sitting on a bench
looking into his iPhone
simulates the falling
red yellowing leaves
and googles
the future
of trees
Categories:
simulates, age, funny, nature, society,
Form: Blank verse
as this song simulates something in my mind
something wrong, something goood.
something, that should have been gone.
as my thoughts crumble,
my walls fail
my sanity floats off.
i wonder how
why
when
i could jump and fall into air
and be safe into endless bliss
illl be singing my lungs out
with a beautiful sound
my feet will be keeping an impossible beat
that will drive anyone listening crazy
i dont feel like dying
but i feel like withering a way for a moment
into the walls
into the sky
into the ground.
i wish to be on top
im not worried how, but when.
and for what.
price.
as words, thoughts, ramblings,
spill out of my mouth like vomit
the song goes on.
my fingers move faster along the
l e t t e r s of my
concious
scary.
its all i have now.
ohp.
what happend.
the song stoped.
my minds back
Categories:
simulates, art, childhood, confusion, depression,
Form: I do not know?