Am all achy – rat
wanting an apparatus
to smear life
chanting as spring
storms in, she
is needy as you
my honey-do
lusting away, there
are men say
love soars –
juiceless boys
never can
the day rose
misty, of
bluer want.
Tag: magnetic poetry
Love’s Angles
We voice love,
look off at better times –
eye on neighbour, comparing
I dance between hated father,
nice brother, grow quiet,
need touch, but never say
Were my heart strong,
spirit like a river come,
thanking universe…
Have joy though,
feel throughout.
(Friday is magnetic poetry day. Â Play online. )
Sexy Sailed
Born brilliant,
and good looking,
he had me dancing,
fevered –
red cat woman,
I am porcelain,
prisoner,
cup fishing,
long to explore
dark words –
do not ask though –
sexy sailed –
ate godless
byes.
(It’s Magnetic Poetry Friday.)
Do
Ancient song of Eden, our nature,
as above – light to watch for –
my summer, withering,
her insect breeze vined
would come there and have
harmony – beautifully fresh
in prairie lake,
air vivid.
(Fridays are for Magnetic Poetry. Â Play along online.)
Brilliance
Is life as brilliant as
one said it is?
We bleed colour,
eat pie with caramel,
go by oceans
laugh over their icy
melting hearts…
Would you don
corduroy, dance
wild, almost vast
therein, then ask
of me: is life brilliant?
(Fridays are Magnetic Poetry days. Â Won’t you join me?)
Life’s Breath
If eternity a breath,
I must smoke hard,
go fish a breeze.
Only son, the explorer,
always steel –
red, green are broken,
he puts those in cupcake.
(Thank you to Magnetic Poetry online for the words.)
Lies
When their hot tongues lie,
I cry bitter milk –
time can rip at friendly water,
blow him from my sea,
though his shot a show –
am so blue,
a bare want,
in those lies dressed.
(Poem inspired by the offerings of Magnetic Poetry online.)
Stewing Nostalgic
We devour old times –
two clouded,
broken-eyed,
cat and dog –
fishing sacred out of
vast champagne night.
I may linger,
eat air,
an ocean –
that delicious thing –
fool to heal
this moist open throb
& it must work.
(My Friday muse is online magnetic poetry.)
Be Present
No path would blossom
if summers were about poetry –
a colder vine leaving me water.
Must let earth & animal
use this pure and wild air –
listen for dusk.
(I’m not running a weekly challenge, but I am inviting others to join me in playing Magnetic Poetry online. Â For details click here.)
Join Me
Do come near,
sit under morning star
Your word has power,
as if a mutual mind
I light emotion –
a soft-eyed me –
and honour evening gift
fill her world
like felt on life.
(More magnetic poetry. Â Join in. Â I’d love to see your creations.)
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