Uncharged Poems - Poems about Uncharged

... Tendrils twist and dance, guiltless, unblamed, getaway vehicle, of the flame- uncharged of previous transpyre, that's your game. Like a serpent you shed your skin of the shame ......

Continue reading...

...It is the cruelest of hate Creeping like an imposturous reptile In the morning light of Eve’s Garden Fangs dripping with malice Searching for tender flesh to taste Cruel hate clandestinely cha......

Continue reading...

...A gauche gaucho, a galoot, rawboned and grizzly, rode into a snoring border town. "Google me," he said, as he hitched his mare to a wild hair. The cranky cowhand had gambled on an inter......

Continue reading...

...It is not the kind of conversation that is exigent to the circumstances. When questioned, we could have feigned its importance, but why? It was a superfluous conversation, and no one should have as......

Continue reading...

...Spring feels like seating on wagon clearheaded as judge A wagon jobber’s cart splashing water while passing a river Temperate air blowing and whispering around A whim of holding my lover, haply ......

Continue reading...

...A gauche gaucho, a galoot, rawboned and grizzly, rode into a snoring border town. "Google me," he said, as he hitched his mare to a wild hair. The cranky cowhand had gambled on a......

Continue reading...

...Twelve Zero eight (2016) Brought back into existence From nothing more than the look in your eyes Telling me it would all be fine Survival did not seem so meaningless Truth didn’t seem so hard......

Continue reading...

...Boardroom Boredom, onBoard Bordering unBound muse and Bothering my over-bred mind Bleating and Braying in me Boring Beneath my attrium's Base Brown abyss of bottomless breathes Where Blue beams......

Continue reading...

...(aka Reasons for Resentment) You asked me to do something. I did it and you didn't thank me. You told me the meeting would be at this time at this place. It wasn't. You said you'd call back but t......

Continue reading...

...I hold three magic rocks, in My hand. Rolling them over and over and over leaving this reality far behind. Amber, golden, polished, yet flawed and fecund, a dollop of honeyed sunshine, light an......

Continue reading...