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Jeff Davies Poem
As light as birds wings
Wanting does your hair swing
To dance it's ends its ends like raindrops
Against my burning face
Wild as the northern lights
Your skin the sky your lust the night
That pulls my eyes so that they may
Know the sense of taste
As do our lungs the room expands
With each intention of my hands
That dream across your humid skin
And awaken to your pulse
Humbling as a brush with death
You fill the room with fervent breath
That blankets me becalmed beneath
A truer truth less false
Heavy as the bulging clouds
Above a drought below us now
Our bodies roll in skies of sheets
To quench a carnal thirst
'Til then at last I come to rest
Beside your warm and gentle breast
And you beside this grateful man
Suspended in our mirth
Copyright © Jeff Davies | Year Posted 2016
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Jeff Davies Poem
I have a feeling I will eventually get where I need to go
To where it is I am supposed to be
Though, like a butterfly reeling on the wind
At the mercy of the will of life
On this migration
From first light and breath
Until at last the body fails
I suffer every day beneath the skin
For humanity
My heart like a tin can rattles endlessly
Against its prison of ribs
We are born wounded
Mentally
Physically
Spiritually
Honestly, wounded
Copyright © Jeff Davies | Year Posted 2016
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Jeff Davies Poem
Tonight I told my wife
How poets make wonderful lovers
She said she wished she knew one
And slipped beneath the covers
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Jeff Davies Poem
The easiest part of being a man
is in owning an inherited list
of endless excuses
The hardest part
is not using them
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Jeff Davies Poem
Love, like poetry, spreads it's roots in a peaceful heart
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Jeff Davies Poem
I know a man
I know a man with a busy mouth
No idea goes in that doesn't come out
You know he's close by towards you walking
The words pour out as he enters talking
I know a man who'll talk you to death
You find yourself praying for your own last breath
Doesn't he see that inside I'm balking
My face must show and still he is talking
I know a man who wants me to know
That someone said something to someone back home
These ears need rest somehow it's shocking and
Hard to believe he even leaves talking
September 16 2016
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Jeff Davies Poem
The discerning river moves
through the crowded valley woods
like an ancient crooked spine
beneath the vertebrae bridges of fallen trees
it's restless currents strum against strings
of rich green algae that cling
like eels onto polished stones
thrusting waves that curl at their crest
and dive into deep musical torrents
stirring up river bed soup
served in ladles churning downstream
to the mouths and bellies
of trout parked like stalled cars
in the lanes of a swamped highway
where all the commuting species
race and dart and hide and hunt
for their fleeting lives
the waters are a living canvas
under the sun's crocheted light
that needles it's way through cedar boughs
to blanket the skin of the river in warmth
filling the depths with spectral glow
before slipping like a gold coin
into the slot of the darkening horizon
leaving the river to dream below
over it's rippling reflection
the moon climbs up like a spider
into the evening sky on a web of stars
riding a lunar arc into the night
where from it's celestial thread it hangs
over the river's valley spinning a rich light
that falls like strands of silk from above
landing between the shadows and reflections
cast by trees onto the flowing water
the river cuts with a fluid chisel
into the permeable crust of the earth
like an eccentric sculptor preoccupied alone
lost in her art as time pours on unnoticed
between these two ice ages
the one that released the river
and the one to gather it back again
Copyright © Jeff Davies | Year Posted 2018
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Jeff Davies Poem
You kill me
Only every time we meet
My body stops there for you
And my mind falls to pieces
You remind me of how I would like to die
In a moment of happiness without reason
Wanting nothing more
Needing only this and you and nothing more
I am a fortunate victim
Most people don't get the chance
To love their murderer
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When my mind is lost
I'll ask her then
To take my hand
And slowly bend
To the sounds we make
When we're alone
To dance with me
On floors of stone
From saddened gaze
I'll brush her hair
And braid the mess
I find there
When my mind is lost
I'll tell her then
To take my love
And slowly end
The time we have
To be alone
To let me go
On my way back home
Her saddened gaze
Her unbrushed hair
The braided mess
That finds us there
When my mind is lost
Copyright © Jeff Davies | Year Posted 2017
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Jeff Davies Poem
We mine the soils with our wooden picks
cutting slower than any human eye can see
digging for ancient minerals in pockets of water
to send above through a vascular cambium highway
we won't rest again until dormancy or death
Contest: rooting for 8 to 5
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Jan. 3/2017
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