Tungsten Poems - Poems about Tungsten

...Commercial success the lie of tomorrow Wrapped in the death — of today (Dreamsleep: March, 2024) ......Read the rest...

...Shadow souls flying across the sea Of my senses they knew, what a mockery, How do I write the song says the dream? Whereupon the wanderer falls In the scribbled pines ......Read the rest...

...Composing harp melodies as a musical score, Sounds that seem to have been frozen in time, In reverse metamorphosis, crystals melt more, Snoring in lattice husks, a willow moth sublime.......Read the rest...

...With the powers that be having spent $5 trillion dollars since 1940 on developing and maintaining its nuclear arsenal, would only redirect those funds to help heal humanity instead of trying to d......Read the rest...

...I understand that my values have changed. In ways to frame a point we can't help complain. Distract a conscience with tasks to entertain. As well as moments uncaptured to drive insane. Now sorry I......Read the rest...

...With the powers that be having spent $5 trillion dollars since 1940 on developing and maintaining its nuclear arsenal, would only redirect those funds to help heal humanity instead of trying to d......Read the rest...

...He sometimes seems more like my mother... Sometimes like my father... Sometimes like my brother... And Sometimes like my heart's core? He is amazing... It's not easy for him to stand eve......Read the rest...

...Drowsiness envelopes... Under a starless night Where light from an old tungsten bulb Faintly penetrate a tree's thin leaves My mind seeks a nostalgia I never seemed to find. A faint cold breeze......Read the rest...

...A Night of Walpurgis By Sy Roth The April moon hung in the sky Full, like nightshade fighting off the darkness The strident masses hung about the street corners Chests puffed out readying to r......Read the rest...

... Was born to be a mule, got barn weaned in the August hay Didn’t know ev’ry next day was gon be like my first Labor Day My Louisi-Ana, ebony twin fetter friends told me, I was go......Read the rest...

...Sixth day, hexagonal Hour; is the Light still ours? Philanthropic rays, suits who sooty Ways? beaks a Grain of rice, is it true what the caw says? lazy Pigeons cling to their pillows, ......Read the rest...

...He walked in with White Converse and Striped shirt. Five years ago, spoke born a friend. Five years of flying down concrete pedaling two wheels rocking a park bench watching cars drive ......Read the rest...

...Parad(em)ise Dangling from a stolid chandelier of empty shadows Her threadbare strings attached to vacant promises Jemima has tried every angle of escape and refuge Her make up faded an......Read the rest...

...-------------------------------------------------------- The Cinematic Film Treatment as poetic element -------------------------------------------------------- Snickering Bastards Two......Read the rest...

...I need another doe-eyed Doña Lola, a tungsten-hearted torturer of men. I crave a further fling at love’s tombola, to beard the lioness inside her den. Of course, it always runs into the buffers......Read the rest...