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Best Anthony Slausen Poems

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Out of the Sun

             in the sun 
              to long
 The skin became the bark of a tree
 the soul turning to brittle scars
 for uncaring worlds to see.
             my face
            is a pile of 
           old owl bones
sewn into banks of midnight creeks...
even the plump, over ripened ones 
no longer look at me...
but if their car was desert flat,
their oil grim reaper black
they'd paint a wormy, water colored  smile...
slide it through my barbed wired heart
so long as I could spin the jack...
so I spin it until their potholes turn to satin-
              in the sun
               to long
the mind has smoothed over 
like pebbles in Saturn rings..
a forgotten spice in the conversation of life
an hour later the word snuggles up to me

Tomorrow or forever( which ever comes first),
I'll stay wrapped inside
till my skin turns back to ivory
to an easter egg yesterday 
to a time of bouncing ball and spinning jack,
when the mind was a great silky nest...
the face a flowered meadow place 
where watercolors swirled all day, 
the heart worms kept at bay.

I'll stay hidden within the weeds, 
till the jewels of memories soothe 
every scar - every stripe,
the molten knots of cruelty,
till the sweetened fruit reclaims the tree.
until then only my curtains breathe...
       ...stayed in the sun 
              to long

Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2013

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black pebbles and violet streams

star stream
mundane dream...
whispering "everything's alright
she's thriving like a spring fed rose
in saintly gardens
an angel brightly glowing

...of this dream.
i staggered along
a ragged path
through a battlefield of metal devils
quartered living,
faith folding and unfolding
garnished with ogres slinging
burning orbs of fire -halos of insanity...
this is when 
violet star 
sashayed in
soothing me
shielding me
her singing rosary
telling me 
that she loved and missed my heart
re-fastened our very being with a satin dream kiss 
that had tattered in the talon of time...
lifted me across the bloody
broken battered fields 
 ...into the arms of forever
where the beat of pristinity only flies

so fly 
my love,
fly ever so softly into me
If dreams mean anything
I know it wont be long 
till we dance
the dance of butterflies
over green sprigs and lacy things
in a warm wind
in the heart pond of gilded tomorrows,
we'll gently drift about
make origami sunflower love
high upon a gilded glade...

if dreams mean anything
death is just a splash 
of black pebbles
in a violet starry stream....
if dreams mean anything

Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2012

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love Leaves

gently rustles silver leaves
gliding through open windows
a golden summers evening
like a cardinal's sable wing 
warming the brutish bluish soul
of winter's icy cheek
like a spray of ocean blossoms
bursting from a magicians sleeve
into caverns of lonely hearts
rooting oh so very deeply
like a siren sweetly offering
a sextant for the wayward bow,
just before it strikes the reef 
love leaves in a flaming howl


Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2014

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spring thaw

spring thaw
the ice breaks-
into song 

Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2013

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The Lost Flight of Hope

A spaceship called Hope... made from future's grand mist, 
is perched upon a launch pad of manic chemicals, and loss.
With stun gun emotion, mother earth regurgitates.  
her metal finger meets the button...
she releases her ballast...
Blast off! 
My brain engulfing G forces,
soon to become a mustard seed
in the speed of light garden, 
filled with gravid redheaded planets
giving birth to fat-headed moons.
The stars are cheering, like starving mad islanders.

Light years have past, 
ground control has lost contact
(by choice or by accident),
the rations are depleting,
but I'm serene in this 

I've blown by a million past lives
apologized half-heartedly to an alien God,
who wished me well, pointed toward a giant black hole..
then disappeared into the vapor trail
of lost potential and cachexic hope.

Its almost over,
there is no more virgin oxygen
only the stale argon of saints and tyrants,
casting shadows of black hallucinations
"Little seed...little seed...Didn't you know this was a one way flight?"

I gaze out a stained glass window for the last time
church bells are ringing from the parched throat of time,
as four golden letters peel from the side of the star dusted ship,
satiating the madness of stars...
"Little seed...little seed."

Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2014

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When Winter Enters the Heart

When winter enters the heart,
snowflakes gather in rosy chambers,
like ghosts of crows-every breath throbbing 
sluggish songs of longing and loneliness...
Over time the crows pile on,
my-my how they live to pile on,
like bones of long ago loves...
Suffocating songs
leaving only an avalanched refrain....
but the soul is still flowing and howling
like an early winter stream
nobody dares to cross
those icy blue eyed thinning veins.

but there is a flock of warmth
in every winter heart,
buried beneath dead songs of crow and time,
they just need a pinch of flint and pine
to release the warmth from the glowing...
my-my how they beat to release rose budded songs 
from a million springs ago.

Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2013

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Bruised but not Broken

your wings aren't broken,
just bruised and singed  
from holding them to tightly 
against a burning breast
the journey must have been a grueling test
battling storm, surf, sweet siren song
blood fish praying for your falter...
fighting them off one by one
glass beak against iron teeth
heaven sweetened pips
hell's howling trumpets,,,

but along the waves
you've tasted many beautiful things 
that little patch of green dancing on the sea
where you landed ever so briefly
salted eyes tended by birds of paradise...
they sent you off with satchel 
filled with shell and song
each offered a feather to blunt the alone,
and remember that smiling dolphin
the one with mirrors in the eyes
offering silver shoal and golden heart
to rest your weary soul and mind
then you sang a duet
a nearly perfect pearly blend
of chirps and clicks
you almost stayed
but fliers are not of the sea
swimmers are not of the sky
so you just drifted by on by

and here you are today
perched upon a graveyard fence 
huddled in a nest of black
bruises held tight against the breast...
isn't it time to unfurl those wings
soar onto the next journey,
wear the colors of paradise
offer a shell to the surf
to quell the forever hurt,
another dolphin awaits you
this one has rainbows in the eyes
and the divine gift of gilded flight

Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2016

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slag worn centipedes

ragged thoughts 
marching like stoned centipedes
to the slag heap of the lost
intertwined in eternity's brine
waiting to reunite with meaning-

a lightning strike- mind o fire
insomnia rapes the dream
splay the centipedes across the page
like autumn leaves o'er vampire graves
twitching feet in a gyrus maze

the destiny of brilliant beams 
in the outback of the furthest ... reach...
sadistic magicians
wanding diamonds

Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2012

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White Crows

Morning ignites a murder of white crows
roosting in the loft of spruce, maple and oak
preening moon and star from death's fertile dream.

Ribbons of sunlight wrapped tight, ancient scrolls
window ajar, enter angels donning broaches of mint
crows perched lightly upon honey kissed bed posts. 

In each platinum beak ,they carry one corner of my ghost,
lifted toward an ember of pulsating eternity,
garnished with pearly crown and second hand wings.

Outside, the crows line up along golden cobbled clouds ,
motionless, like a rosary of gleaming white stones
whispering, whirling secrets of galaxies and geodes.

Drifting about, chrysalis brained, rose petal hearted
leaving behind glittering pools of scented hieroglyphs
orange robes enchanting the horizon with lavender mist.

Butterflies released from blue granite chrysalis
riding a stream of cherried sun beams and glitter 
the echoes of a rainbow are a grand place to live.


Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2013

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the sum of us

our minds and souls 
have somehow linked,then strolled
down paths of rain freshened flowers
forever mingling to songbird hues

we spread our mutual seed into forests green
the texture of our scent..pristine
the past cannot blemish such moments

in the center of our lifetime, a golden pool
harpfish splash a silvery surface
the bottom strewn with love's jewels

we dive for the blue heart of it all
a deepening touch, tumbling walls
an eddy of us paints a lavender dusk

we emerge pure as the sum of our love
infinity plus infinity equaling us
death cannot divide the frolick of such moments 


Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2012