Word of the day Poem 28:
Espy
In the distance
you hide
almost in plain sight
as if my third eye
were closed to the lie
Eye
can
see you
Catching glimpses
of your shadow dance
through the corner
Its clearer that way
You play a game with me
Claws retracting, reacting
catching bits of
cloth
but you never catch me
Catcher can't catch
Because I see you
Eye
see
you
But you can't
see me
----------
Word of the day Poem 29
Abstemious
Keep back from me
Hold me at arms length
just enough to touch
the tips of my curls
with the tips
of your needy
hungry
wanting
fingers
Stand away
Have a care as to how
you tease a creature
who regularly goes
without
Whose abstemious
behavior
could put
a nun
to shame
I am not sexless
but I am unsexed
not a woman
not a being
not a beating
libido
I am made
of water
fluid
flowing
and many want to
swim through me
but few can actually
handle
my waves
Stand to the side
and watch me
but keep your distance
from this soul
Because I know
and you know
that if I am without it
then I don't want it
but if I am teased and given
little
I will hunger, thirst
crave
and I'd rather forget
it was even
there.
-----------
Word of the Day Poem 30:
Oneiric
Close my eyes
to sway and swoon
laying together by
the light
of the moon
Sweet touch
Sweet kiss
Embrace I miss
To part from bliss
Just lost in this
oneiric thought
of your lips
Change me
like in
Metamorphosis
into this cocooned
love
knowing deep inside
that human words
will never be enough
So trap me
in sweet night
lullabies
and close
my eyes
Have the Sandman
take me by the hand
and show me to your side
in dreams
to play
to feel
to ride
half full
of anticipation
for the surprise inside
My imagination
can come up with
all kinds of things
so wrap me
around
your fingers
like our lovers
rings
and let me dream
dream
dream.
------------
Word of the day Poem 31:
Prestidigitation
Wrapped around your fingers
like the curls
that linger at the base
of my neck
you move me
deep inside
in the tiny pumping
chambers of my heart
you work me
prestidigitation
clearly
gliding from your veins
to mine
glittering
my eyes
blinding me to
the times
when things don't seem
worth fighting for
Loving someone
is a little bit
like tangoing
with magic tricks
slighting hands
rabbits and hats
long black wands
my heart
in your palm
to massage when the magic
is ready and warm.....
--------------
Word of the day Poem 32:
Aver
Twist me into
affirmation
proclaiming
that yes,
I am a rock
unturned
A declaration
of my
independence
from this world
Alone
but never forgotten
Aver
through solitude
grateful
for
sanity
through
the dismantling
of my land
I grow weary
of this place
Ill move on to greater stakes
Hold stronger
in your convictions.
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Word of the day Poem 33:
Effulgence
From my heart to yours
Light the way
Brilliance
Illuminating
The sorrows
Away
Sway me in your direction
Fighting to stay awake
Deceptions is a tricky thing
Dims the room
Dims the soul
Takes control and leaves you breathless
Losing consciousness
Wrap me in your sunshine
Away from the lull of depressions
I am completely yours
I am completely yours.
----------
Word of the day Poem 34:
Salutary
It has left me
never there
doesn't care
to enter
this system
missing in action
and so i am left
defenseless
crippled by
the lacking
and if in the end
all that is left
of me
is the memory
of beauty
well, then
i'll live in the dreams
of the former
me
inviting
hallucinations
to proclaim my existence
keeping the
happiness of past tense
close to my fleeting sanity
as
salutary
visions of my youth
bring me home
to the Universe.
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Word of the day Poem 35:
Gravid
Gravid
feelings pull at
my insides
like the tiny
fingers of children
pulling at mothers
aprons
I feel you
Asleep
deep
inside
Waiting to start a riot
Your birth will be
a fire starting
turning the clay
of this earth
into fine grains
of sand
and demanding
attention
You will be great
my sleeping beauty
For inside of me
you write vivid dreams
of ancestry
of honesty
of homecoming
And I know
that birthing you
will ignite clear
clarion change
saving insanity
saving humanity
release gravity
into floating
lands
and we
will watch the rising
sun and moon and be
You tug at me
Asleep
Deep
Inside
And I can't wait
to look into your eyes
And tell you how much
I love the passion inside
of you
My Revolution
Child.
-----------
Word of the day 36:
Nimiety
Nimiety
in my heart
like a rush of blood
deep in the
canals of my
ears
too
damn
much
but never enough
for them
I am left
emotionless
on
GO
but never knowing
when I can turn
myself
back on
So I am off
on
GO
Auto.....matic
yes ma'am
yes sir
yes fam
yes
yes
Nimiety
winding freely
excess
like
overbearing
witness
to crimes
being committed
in my soul
no control
over what they
say
how they act
what reaction
to protract
Only GO
paused emotion
no solution
to the excess
Can't even run
away
Trapped
in the cycle
running
in circles
feeling psycho
walking
this
tight rope
Walking
this
tight rope
Lets hope
I don't
fall.
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Word of the day Poem 37:
Ebullient for Miss May, rest her soul
Ebullient
in her step
she waltz through
rooms
classic
vibrant
a facing row of
shiny teeth
to share her joy
with you
I remember her
and the earthy
smell of her neck as she
came close
to hug me
console me
give me sugar free candies
that sat in a
crystal bowl
on her coffee table
A woman should be
like she was
in her womanhood
Confident, but never with ego
Beautiful, but never conceded
Giving, without expecting anything in return
Ebullient
in her step
entering
the pearly gates
now resting
in her place
with God.
------------
Word of the day Poem 38:
Clandestine
Wrap me in
secret
gauzed and cushioned
by the blow
a clandestine
attempt to steal me away
from this place
that is not my home
strangle the life
from me in my sleep
as i dream of
painless walking
consuming me
dissolved
back into the earth
from whence I came
kill this poison in me
for i am the poison
i am the deception
the lie
within the lie
the disease eating away at me
do it in the still
of the night
in the silence
of the sky
when no eyes
are gazing in my direction
be stealth
secret
slick
like the back of a whale
and let me slide away
falling
like
the last grain of sand
the last drop of water
dried and gone
filled to the brim
and then flashed away
Wrap me in secret
quiet and peaceful
take me in my slumber
for i can not bear the burn
i am not build for this
you may think
i am strong enough
but i am not
i am not
i am not
so free me
from this torture
this prison of
a body
wrapped in a pretty package
peel away the wrapping paper
and cover me
in dirt
6 feet under, beneath the water
where its safe and warm
but no body should remain
all i want left of me
is ash flying in the wind
i want to fly
weightless
free from this
so do it
do it for me
and be clandestine
so that no one may stop you.
---------------
Word of the day Poem 39:
Badinage
badinage
in my ear
sweet nothings
are all i hear
through the heat
and closeness
of your lips
through your
breathy words
and your kiss
just to close
my eyes and witness
the playful dance
of your finger tips
badinage
in my ear
sweet nothings
to bring me here
lull me to sleep
through the torment and pain
so that loving words
are all that
remain.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Word of the Day Poem 16-27
Word of the Day Poem 16:
Etiolate
Each time I see the
etiolated faces of reporters
and their
washed out bleached hair
lining black roots along their scalps
smiling while lying
through their teeth
about my people
and my land
and my neighborhood
and my life
i cringe at the thought
of turning an eye
an ear
a critical mind
to their words
and still
still
it amazes me
every
single
time
i wake
that nothing
has really changed
and hope, like love
like hate
like time
like mine
like them
like side
will always be
simply
a 4 letter word
and my passions
like my words
would be better heard
by my ancestors
who've been dust longer
than In God We Trust
has been on dollar bills
that pay for the destruction
of the country of my fathers blood
i know that optimism
is not enough
in a world where
etiolated thoughts brainwash
lost children
into thinking
that stunted growth
that being made pale and sickly
that settling
is better than
not living at all
but i'd rather be free in heaven
than be subjected to a cage
or a bleached out wall
of lies and blind following
so give me my space
to close my eyes
and day dream
of having my feet planted flat
on the earth that is mine
but was taken from me
rich in reds and browns and golds
to give me the courage
to be bold enough
to continue on.............
-------------
Word of the day Poem 17:
Invidious
Invidious
feelings turn in my gut
like tsunamis turning
grains of sand into
the skin of those running
for cover
I am no different
My feelings are human
like any other
And I
I try to suppress
the green burn
but its eyes are bright
powerful
burning holes
through the skin of my
eye lids
as i try to close
it out
try to
wish it away
Envy
washes over
me
in waves
like drowning
and i can't breathe
without taking in
gulping gallons of jealousy
I can't breathe
without becoming
overwhelmed
with feelings of need
I can't breathe
while the red of my dna
turns green
and captures all the good in me
Invidious am I
Even though I try
to be grateful for
the things I already have.
-----------------
Word of the Day Poem 18:
Ken
If I close my eyes
as tight as the slit
lips of fish
I can almost
witness the memory
of your smile
when I did something to make you happy
I live with the knowledge
that we worked so hard
against the tide of
each other
even though we were made
of the same calm waters
Your smile stays with me
even though I can hardly remember
the sound of your voice
The shade of your hair
as you aged now sits
upon my head turning
darker, as yours did
as you got older
and soon, sprinkles
of gray and white will dance
along these blackened curls
If I close my eyes
tight like vaults
holding jewels
I can smell the leather
of your jacket in the cold
of winter and the strong musky
sweetness of your cologne
I live in my understanding
of who you were before
I was born;
a dreamer wanting
to be loved and live
on the land of his birth
I remember you
and your strong hands
cupping my small round cheeks
as I cried
I remember you
and you calling me Amouni
when I was your little girl
and could do no wrong
I remember you
and our heated fights
wanting to leave and never
return
I remember you
as I close my eyes, holding on to
the vision of moments
shared, where we sat
on the board walk
by the water and spoke
as if we had all the time
in the world.
--------------
World of the Day Poem 19:
Albatross
You move through me
Webbed feet
clutching at my
heart strings
whipping me
around
like a rag doll
flipping
from a child's fingers
You move through me
Albatross feelings
guiding my hands
to remove
love from
my chest
for you
no more of a problem
than the desire
you lack
no more of a problem
You move through me
no longer
a burden
a feeling so distant
like the shadow
pain of a lost limb
gone forever
but never forgotten
You move through me
and I am no longer
chained to
the storm
you bring
for i am removed
and smiling
at the loss.
___________________
Word of the day Poem 20:
Coruscate
Eyes flutter
sharp
fast
rapid
like the shutter
of a camera
ready to set off
a flash
taking in
bright
rays
Lights
Action
Satisfaction
Like the memory
of laying in the grass
by your side
hoping to repeat
those thoughts
when I close
my eyes
Galaxies full
of dreams
and wishes
If we only knew
how many
millions of years ago
they burned out
and died
maybe we'd save our
breath and
glittering eyes
on prayer
Layer by layer
I wait for
sunshine
maybe my time
to burn that bright
will come
But until then
I'll bask in beautiful
deadly rays
and let sweaty dreams
catch me in
a wishing haze.
----------------------
Word of the day Poem 21:
Munificent
Wrapped around
my heart
your love
munificent
like the hand
of a kind
stranger
not of my womb
but of my motherly
affection
you are like
you are mine
and we know
this unspoken bond
will only get stronger
You asked me
once, twice
to be your mother
but I am more than that
and content
with waiting
until life
grows in me
________________
Word of the day Poem 22:
Odium
Odium
coarse
like brillo
eating at my
veins
injecting
itself
vile
like poison
hitting the bits and pieces
of my being
as i watch
the careless sheep
mill about
stupidly
absentmindedly
as if they
are the only
one's that matter
in this world
and i watch
seething
loathing
and hoping
they all wash away
in a storm
far away
from me.
--------------------------
Word of the day Poem:23
Exigency
Exigency plagues my heart
so deeply that
now my ears
are hushed
in a constant rush
like being
submerged
head first
into the salty sea
and all I see
is
RED
RED
RED
and wish for them
to bleed
and be dead
Tension rising
riding high
inside
like tsunami
tides
and my soul
can't take the
friction
squeezing the muscles
in my fists
because all I can do is
raise my tiny wrists
in pseudo protest
that doesn't do
a fucking thing
anyway
And today
like so many others
I watch them walk
sisters, fathers, mothers, brothers
oblivious
to the lies and hypocrisies
that seem so very clear to me
and I feel like I'm the only one
who truly
sees
and I fear going
completely insane
because the truth
is boiling my brain
and if i give in to the
rage inside
everyone one of them
better run and hide
because the fire
burning deep in me
will wash over them in threes
and I won't hold back from
this aerial attack
Now that silence is
falling deep deep inside
the hush
rush of blood
is all i hear at night
and I watch them still
as I hold my breath
I watch them still
wishing their death
because they've killed
everything and everyone
and taken my land
and I am left gutted
because of these sins of man
Left gutted with only
rage
hate
fire
and the need
to purge the earth of their disease
Exigency
be with me tonight
and hope to God
you're not in my sight.
------------------
Word of the day Poem 24:
Buss
My heart beats faster
heat increasing
breath caught in my throat
small beads of sweat forming
on the back of my neck
as you stand behind me
watching but never
touching
as i day dream
about your
lips touching mine
even in passing
an accidental
tap
a buss
like the slide
of our cheeks
against one another
in the embrace of our hugs
i wait
watch
think
so lost
in my mind
in my desire to
to lock lips
and arms and hands
with you.
--------------------
Word of the day Poem 25:
Pejorative
There is a special place for you
Hypocrite
Liar
Deceiver
Neither a
Heaven
nor
Hell
But a place where
you are fed back
a full spoon
of the bullshit
you fed others during your life
Amazes me how you walk through
the world, dismissing others at your will
knowing nothing of what situations hold
not caring
to know either
Special places for you
will hold you
pejoratively
like you hold your
victims
under your thumb
Don't want to contact those
who stand up to your
disgusting servings?
Fine
By
Me
---------------
Word of the day Poem 26:
Avoirdupois
Avoirdupois
feelings hit my heart
so heavy
sometimes
that my arteries throb
chilling my blood
to be slow like honey
caught in time
by chance and weight and mine own
raspy winding mind
I scratch at it
until the dermis of it's fleshy self
bleeds
until lines tracing back to
the beginning
I try so hard to be light
starving my insides
But there is nothing but
heavy, heady, heart ache
Too much to handle
when in this world
I'm expected to simply do
but to never exist
I am avoirdupois
as I am green inside
turning slowly into envy's eyes
since it seems there is no
way to be satisfied...
-------------
Word of the day Poem 27:
Venerate
For you
my love runs deep
like the veins
running deep below
the ocean floors
a love so
deep
respect flows free
from my finger
tips
to yours
you move me
deep in my soul
a ravenous
love like birthing
nations
through the
tiny walls of
my womb
For you
my love runs
through valleys
through waves
through desserts
through pain
For you
my sister
reverence is
synonymous
with my love
for you.
Etiolate
Each time I see the
etiolated faces of reporters
and their
washed out bleached hair
lining black roots along their scalps
smiling while lying
through their teeth
about my people
and my land
and my neighborhood
and my life
i cringe at the thought
of turning an eye
an ear
a critical mind
to their words
and still
still
it amazes me
every
single
time
i wake
that nothing
has really changed
and hope, like love
like hate
like time
like mine
like them
like side
will always be
simply
a 4 letter word
and my passions
like my words
would be better heard
by my ancestors
who've been dust longer
than In God We Trust
has been on dollar bills
that pay for the destruction
of the country of my fathers blood
i know that optimism
is not enough
in a world where
etiolated thoughts brainwash
lost children
into thinking
that stunted growth
that being made pale and sickly
that settling
is better than
not living at all
but i'd rather be free in heaven
than be subjected to a cage
or a bleached out wall
of lies and blind following
so give me my space
to close my eyes
and day dream
of having my feet planted flat
on the earth that is mine
but was taken from me
rich in reds and browns and golds
to give me the courage
to be bold enough
to continue on.............
-------------
Word of the day Poem 17:
Invidious
Invidious
feelings turn in my gut
like tsunamis turning
grains of sand into
the skin of those running
for cover
I am no different
My feelings are human
like any other
And I
I try to suppress
the green burn
but its eyes are bright
powerful
burning holes
through the skin of my
eye lids
as i try to close
it out
try to
wish it away
Envy
washes over
me
in waves
like drowning
and i can't breathe
without taking in
gulping gallons of jealousy
I can't breathe
without becoming
overwhelmed
with feelings of need
I can't breathe
while the red of my dna
turns green
and captures all the good in me
Invidious am I
Even though I try
to be grateful for
the things I already have.
-----------------
Word of the Day Poem 18:
Ken
If I close my eyes
as tight as the slit
lips of fish
I can almost
witness the memory
of your smile
when I did something to make you happy
I live with the knowledge
that we worked so hard
against the tide of
each other
even though we were made
of the same calm waters
Your smile stays with me
even though I can hardly remember
the sound of your voice
The shade of your hair
as you aged now sits
upon my head turning
darker, as yours did
as you got older
and soon, sprinkles
of gray and white will dance
along these blackened curls
If I close my eyes
tight like vaults
holding jewels
I can smell the leather
of your jacket in the cold
of winter and the strong musky
sweetness of your cologne
I live in my understanding
of who you were before
I was born;
a dreamer wanting
to be loved and live
on the land of his birth
I remember you
and your strong hands
cupping my small round cheeks
as I cried
I remember you
and you calling me Amouni
when I was your little girl
and could do no wrong
I remember you
and our heated fights
wanting to leave and never
return
I remember you
as I close my eyes, holding on to
the vision of moments
shared, where we sat
on the board walk
by the water and spoke
as if we had all the time
in the world.
--------------
World of the Day Poem 19:
Albatross
You move through me
Webbed feet
clutching at my
heart strings
whipping me
around
like a rag doll
flipping
from a child's fingers
You move through me
Albatross feelings
guiding my hands
to remove
love from
my chest
for you
no more of a problem
than the desire
you lack
no more of a problem
You move through me
no longer
a burden
a feeling so distant
like the shadow
pain of a lost limb
gone forever
but never forgotten
You move through me
and I am no longer
chained to
the storm
you bring
for i am removed
and smiling
at the loss.
___________________
Word of the day Poem 20:
Coruscate
Eyes flutter
sharp
fast
rapid
like the shutter
of a camera
ready to set off
a flash
taking in
bright
rays
Lights
Action
Satisfaction
Like the memory
of laying in the grass
by your side
hoping to repeat
those thoughts
when I close
my eyes
Galaxies full
of dreams
and wishes
If we only knew
how many
millions of years ago
they burned out
and died
maybe we'd save our
breath and
glittering eyes
on prayer
Layer by layer
I wait for
sunshine
maybe my time
to burn that bright
will come
But until then
I'll bask in beautiful
deadly rays
and let sweaty dreams
catch me in
a wishing haze.
----------------------
Word of the day Poem 21:
Munificent
Wrapped around
my heart
your love
munificent
like the hand
of a kind
stranger
not of my womb
but of my motherly
affection
you are like
you are mine
and we know
this unspoken bond
will only get stronger
You asked me
once, twice
to be your mother
but I am more than that
and content
with waiting
until life
grows in me
________________
Word of the day Poem 22:
Odium
Odium
coarse
like brillo
eating at my
veins
injecting
itself
vile
like poison
hitting the bits and pieces
of my being
as i watch
the careless sheep
mill about
stupidly
absentmindedly
as if they
are the only
one's that matter
in this world
and i watch
seething
loathing
and hoping
they all wash away
in a storm
far away
from me.
--------------------------
Word of the day Poem:23
Exigency
Exigency plagues my heart
so deeply that
now my ears
are hushed
in a constant rush
like being
submerged
head first
into the salty sea
and all I see
is
RED
RED
RED
and wish for them
to bleed
and be dead
Tension rising
riding high
inside
like tsunami
tides
and my soul
can't take the
friction
squeezing the muscles
in my fists
because all I can do is
raise my tiny wrists
in pseudo protest
that doesn't do
a fucking thing
anyway
And today
like so many others
I watch them walk
sisters, fathers, mothers, brothers
oblivious
to the lies and hypocrisies
that seem so very clear to me
and I feel like I'm the only one
who truly
sees
and I fear going
completely insane
because the truth
is boiling my brain
and if i give in to the
rage inside
everyone one of them
better run and hide
because the fire
burning deep in me
will wash over them in threes
and I won't hold back from
this aerial attack
Now that silence is
falling deep deep inside
the hush
rush of blood
is all i hear at night
and I watch them still
as I hold my breath
I watch them still
wishing their death
because they've killed
everything and everyone
and taken my land
and I am left gutted
because of these sins of man
Left gutted with only
rage
hate
fire
and the need
to purge the earth of their disease
Exigency
be with me tonight
and hope to God
you're not in my sight.
------------------
Word of the day Poem 24:
Buss
My heart beats faster
heat increasing
breath caught in my throat
small beads of sweat forming
on the back of my neck
as you stand behind me
watching but never
touching
as i day dream
about your
lips touching mine
even in passing
an accidental
tap
a buss
like the slide
of our cheeks
against one another
in the embrace of our hugs
i wait
watch
think
so lost
in my mind
in my desire to
to lock lips
and arms and hands
with you.
--------------------
Word of the day Poem 25:
Pejorative
There is a special place for you
Hypocrite
Liar
Deceiver
Neither a
Heaven
nor
Hell
But a place where
you are fed back
a full spoon
of the bullshit
you fed others during your life
Amazes me how you walk through
the world, dismissing others at your will
knowing nothing of what situations hold
not caring
to know either
Special places for you
will hold you
pejoratively
like you hold your
victims
under your thumb
Don't want to contact those
who stand up to your
disgusting servings?
Fine
By
Me
---------------
Word of the day Poem 26:
Avoirdupois
Avoirdupois
feelings hit my heart
so heavy
sometimes
that my arteries throb
chilling my blood
to be slow like honey
caught in time
by chance and weight and mine own
raspy winding mind
I scratch at it
until the dermis of it's fleshy self
bleeds
until lines tracing back to
the beginning
I try so hard to be light
starving my insides
But there is nothing but
heavy, heady, heart ache
Too much to handle
when in this world
I'm expected to simply do
but to never exist
I am avoirdupois
as I am green inside
turning slowly into envy's eyes
since it seems there is no
way to be satisfied...
-------------
Word of the day Poem 27:
Venerate
For you
my love runs deep
like the veins
running deep below
the ocean floors
a love so
deep
respect flows free
from my finger
tips
to yours
you move me
deep in my soul
a ravenous
love like birthing
nations
through the
tiny walls of
my womb
For you
my love runs
through valleys
through waves
through desserts
through pain
For you
my sister
reverence is
synonymous
with my love
for you.
Word of the Day Poem 11-15
Word of the day Poem 11:
Thaumaturgy
It could only be an act of magic
some small miracle;
the ability to love
and be loved
to give
and be given
such emotion so
unconditionally
even when to do so
breaks your spirit
breaks your mind
love isn't suppose to hurt
but it does
and so
it's miraculous
a part of thaumaturgy
that any of us bother
with such a risk.
------------
Word of the day Poem 12:
Propinquity
Certain words ignite
my memories like tiny
fireworks playing hopscotch
behind
my eyes
when i think of your warm
lips slowly moving
across the curve of my neck
when i think of your teeth
biting into my flesh
reminds me of the nearness
of our bodies when your hands
moved up my back
behind my shoulder blades
to pull me closer into you
i think back on the curves of your
hips fitting perfectly into
the curves of my mine
as we laid in bed late at night
wiggling nearer to one another
for warmth
for comfort
for love
for sex
reminds me of your voice
whispering dirty words
from behind
in my ear
as i slept
waking me to your passion
reminds me of the rock of your
body against mine
and if i close my eyes
i can still hear you
breathing heavily
my name
escaping from your lips
propinquity in your language
the knowledge that that is how
it would always be
even in distant memories.
------------
Word of the Day Poem 13:
Velleity
The is no act of
velleity in this heart of mine
No small act of desire
I come to it ramped
like run away fires
dancing from roof to roof
waiting for my time
to come
I can't hold still anymore
in this dying shell
kingdom come is call me home
a journey I'd rather not travel alone
This is no act of velleity
There is no calm desire in me.
-------
Word of the Day Poem 14:
Frisson for Palestine
I remember the first moments
Fleeting, heart racing, movements
In my soul, like flips fluttering frantic
A break dance romance
Erupting in me
When our eyes met
When your lips touched
When I looked into her soul and she looked into mine
Palestine.
Her smell lingers
in my memory
A sweet perfume wrapping me in the comfort of home
A complete feeling
Bring hand to earth
Earth to body
Body to soul
Soul to sky
Sky to God
God to me
Palestine
Wrapped in her salty lands
Laying in the warmth of her womb
I miss the brush of olive tree leaves along my fingers
Soft stones beneath my feet
Salaam on the lips of those I meet
Twisting wrists and hips to dance like the curves of a grape leaf
I remember her
Like the waves and rocks of the Dead Sea
Against my body
Like the warmth of my cousins hand in mine
Like the chestnut curls of my hair matching theirs
I remember
Catching my breath
Palestine
Family
Home.
--------------
Word of the day Poem 15:
Labile
Adaptation
shifting through identities
avoiding deformities
or at least trying to steer
clear of ignorance
through mental sustenance
I shift, changing swift
like tides change hands with
mermaid lovers
leaves floating along the surface
of its wet skin
kissing the depths
of me
through the whispers of
Yamaja
Feet moving
Like the fire in my soul
moves to the music in my blood
Like the labile unborn souls
snuggling with me in my dreams
through the cold of the night
as i wait for the right time
to unleash their glory
unto the earth
I shift, changing swift
hair, eyes, skin
the color of flags long buried
waiting for the winds to change direction
waiting for true revolution to
wake my senses
and show me the way home.
Thaumaturgy
It could only be an act of magic
some small miracle;
the ability to love
and be loved
to give
and be given
such emotion so
unconditionally
even when to do so
breaks your spirit
breaks your mind
love isn't suppose to hurt
but it does
and so
it's miraculous
a part of thaumaturgy
that any of us bother
with such a risk.
------------
Word of the day Poem 12:
Propinquity
Certain words ignite
my memories like tiny
fireworks playing hopscotch
behind
my eyes
when i think of your warm
lips slowly moving
across the curve of my neck
when i think of your teeth
biting into my flesh
reminds me of the nearness
of our bodies when your hands
moved up my back
behind my shoulder blades
to pull me closer into you
i think back on the curves of your
hips fitting perfectly into
the curves of my mine
as we laid in bed late at night
wiggling nearer to one another
for warmth
for comfort
for love
for sex
reminds me of your voice
whispering dirty words
from behind
in my ear
as i slept
waking me to your passion
reminds me of the rock of your
body against mine
and if i close my eyes
i can still hear you
breathing heavily
my name
escaping from your lips
propinquity in your language
the knowledge that that is how
it would always be
even in distant memories.
------------
Word of the Day Poem 13:
Velleity
The is no act of
velleity in this heart of mine
No small act of desire
I come to it ramped
like run away fires
dancing from roof to roof
waiting for my time
to come
I can't hold still anymore
in this dying shell
kingdom come is call me home
a journey I'd rather not travel alone
This is no act of velleity
There is no calm desire in me.
-------
Word of the Day Poem 14:
Frisson for Palestine
I remember the first moments
Fleeting, heart racing, movements
In my soul, like flips fluttering frantic
A break dance romance
Erupting in me
When our eyes met
When your lips touched
When I looked into her soul and she looked into mine
Palestine.
Her smell lingers
in my memory
A sweet perfume wrapping me in the comfort of home
A complete feeling
Bring hand to earth
Earth to body
Body to soul
Soul to sky
Sky to God
God to me
Palestine
Wrapped in her salty lands
Laying in the warmth of her womb
I miss the brush of olive tree leaves along my fingers
Soft stones beneath my feet
Salaam on the lips of those I meet
Twisting wrists and hips to dance like the curves of a grape leaf
I remember her
Like the waves and rocks of the Dead Sea
Against my body
Like the warmth of my cousins hand in mine
Like the chestnut curls of my hair matching theirs
I remember
Catching my breath
Palestine
Family
Home.
--------------
Word of the day Poem 15:
Labile
Adaptation
shifting through identities
avoiding deformities
or at least trying to steer
clear of ignorance
through mental sustenance
I shift, changing swift
like tides change hands with
mermaid lovers
leaves floating along the surface
of its wet skin
kissing the depths
of me
through the whispers of
Yamaja
Feet moving
Like the fire in my soul
moves to the music in my blood
Like the labile unborn souls
snuggling with me in my dreams
through the cold of the night
as i wait for the right time
to unleash their glory
unto the earth
I shift, changing swift
hair, eyes, skin
the color of flags long buried
waiting for the winds to change direction
waiting for true revolution to
wake my senses
and show me the way home.
Word of the Day Poem 6-10
Word of the day Poem 6:
Pedestrian
slowly moving
through your
indecision
i move, wanting
to break the cycle
and you,
you continue to
kill me
sluggishly
deep
on the inside
instead of making it
fast
swift
dignified
respectful
instead,
it goes on and on
and
slowly
the clock ticks
it tocks
it rocks at my foundation
cellular piece
by
cellular piece
cracking at me
and
your lack
of imagination
baffles me still
as i watch you
chase your tail
from across the
street
your lack of imagination baffles me
so
pedestrian.
------------
Word of the day Poem 7:
Tetchy
on the way home
in this entrapment
of a metal box
your leg shakes
with nerves
with annoying
vibration
a reminder
that you sit
too close
and take up more space
than you should
next to me
and i
let it roll off my shoulders
try to let it go
not to be
tetchy
as many of my fellow riders can be
for no reason at all
other than sheer selfishness
you vibrate
you smell
you're rude and
cough without covering
your fucking mouth
and
you read the post
arms outstretched
legs wide opened
as if you hold large luggage
between your thighs
and i
think back on step 6
and say to God
to remove all character
defects from me
as i day dream about
snatching the paper
from your hands and
beating you with it.
-------------
Word of the day Poem 8:
Elucidate
I took a breath
sky clear, blue like the bottom of the ocean
near Cancun
the clouds dancing
and shaped like
the elephants from
dumbo
I inhale, avoiding
smokers who walk
like slow moving giants all about me
I always manage to get stuck
behind their smokey bodies
but this time
i maneuver
i dash
i avoid
to keep clear as i inhale
as i exhale
as i clear the air
to keep me from screaming
so that i can elucidate
manifest
make this situation clear
of everything and anything
that may be assumed
to keep the panic
clear from my voice
as i tell you news
that seems horrible to me
i took a breath
and surprisingly
i didn't crumple
into my tears and dissolve
instead
my chin lifted to the sky
and i
i knew that sometimes
even Queens
have really bad days.
--------------
Word of the day Poem 9: Florid
Shining bright
her golden brown arms and legs
wrapped around her own body
and on the floor
through the air
along my soul
contorting
flexing
her florid
dress
vibrant
like fire
like love
like passion
like blood
bright like the blush
of my cheek
as i watched her thrust
her hips in my direction
oceans of fluid motion waving along her
skin like dreams of
mothers womb, soft comfort
watching this woman warrior
this dancer
this lover of color
of movement
of life
move her soul
through dance
through fire
through me.
-----------
Word of the day Poem 10:
Veracity
The other day, I walked along
Mott street being struck by memories
like tiny wings of truth
brushing along my cheeks
Heavy bags full of pictures
and cardboard holders
made the blood in my hands rush
to surface as I waddled along
hoping my smallish hands wouldn't
give out
To my right, dark dead ducks
hang by their feet in a shop
my Aunt Vicky and i use to buy honey pork buns from,
by the dozen in my early teens
Down the block from that
was an ice cream shop I passed
the day of the black out years ago
when I taught a creative writing class
on 34th street and walked with several folks
down to Wendy's house in Chinatown in
the August heat
On another side street, after Baxter,
was a small massage parlor my ex and I went to
one Saturday afternoon and the next to it, the shop
where he bought red pills called "Tiger Penis"
which were supposed to be a natural sexual stimulant
but made him sleepy instead
One block down from there
a Catholic church that I shot footage in
over 10 years ago, making a film with CreateNow
called Snap Shots
The musical soundtrack, a song I wrote and played
on guitar, lost in memory
lost in old age
lost in my smiling teenage face
a distant and gone version of me
Across the street from the church
my final destination
to drop of those damned heavy pictures
Once I saw the place I thought I remembered
from a delivery, I realized I remembered it
because my ex and I had had duck there, years ago
when Saturdays were our days to be,
just be,
to bask in each others bodies
planting small kisses on each others faces
before a late breakfast
showers together
and
a ride downtown, away from the tourists and
annoying sidewalk blocking people,
to explore the city
to be
with each other
I stood in front of this place
the final destination
before my ride back to Queens
flooded by years of memories
some available, some lost along the way
hoping that years from now
the memories would continue to come
I stood remembering his smile, his smell
the cameras we used to shoot our movie
the massage oil
the smell of pork buns
the look of melting ice cream in a black out
my addiction to remembering
and the desire to always have it.
Pedestrian
slowly moving
through your
indecision
i move, wanting
to break the cycle
and you,
you continue to
kill me
sluggishly
deep
on the inside
instead of making it
fast
swift
dignified
respectful
instead,
it goes on and on
and
slowly
the clock ticks
it tocks
it rocks at my foundation
cellular piece
by
cellular piece
cracking at me
and
your lack
of imagination
baffles me still
as i watch you
chase your tail
from across the
street
your lack of imagination baffles me
so
pedestrian.
------------
Word of the day Poem 7:
Tetchy
on the way home
in this entrapment
of a metal box
your leg shakes
with nerves
with annoying
vibration
a reminder
that you sit
too close
and take up more space
than you should
next to me
and i
let it roll off my shoulders
try to let it go
not to be
tetchy
as many of my fellow riders can be
for no reason at all
other than sheer selfishness
you vibrate
you smell
you're rude and
cough without covering
your fucking mouth
and
you read the post
arms outstretched
legs wide opened
as if you hold large luggage
between your thighs
and i
think back on step 6
and say to God
to remove all character
defects from me
as i day dream about
snatching the paper
from your hands and
beating you with it.
-------------
Word of the day Poem 8:
Elucidate
I took a breath
sky clear, blue like the bottom of the ocean
near Cancun
the clouds dancing
and shaped like
the elephants from
dumbo
I inhale, avoiding
smokers who walk
like slow moving giants all about me
I always manage to get stuck
behind their smokey bodies
but this time
i maneuver
i dash
i avoid
to keep clear as i inhale
as i exhale
as i clear the air
to keep me from screaming
so that i can elucidate
manifest
make this situation clear
of everything and anything
that may be assumed
to keep the panic
clear from my voice
as i tell you news
that seems horrible to me
i took a breath
and surprisingly
i didn't crumple
into my tears and dissolve
instead
my chin lifted to the sky
and i
i knew that sometimes
even Queens
have really bad days.
--------------
Word of the day Poem 9: Florid
Shining bright
her golden brown arms and legs
wrapped around her own body
and on the floor
through the air
along my soul
contorting
flexing
her florid
dress
vibrant
like fire
like love
like passion
like blood
bright like the blush
of my cheek
as i watched her thrust
her hips in my direction
oceans of fluid motion waving along her
skin like dreams of
mothers womb, soft comfort
watching this woman warrior
this dancer
this lover of color
of movement
of life
move her soul
through dance
through fire
through me.
-----------
Word of the day Poem 10:
Veracity
The other day, I walked along
Mott street being struck by memories
like tiny wings of truth
brushing along my cheeks
Heavy bags full of pictures
and cardboard holders
made the blood in my hands rush
to surface as I waddled along
hoping my smallish hands wouldn't
give out
To my right, dark dead ducks
hang by their feet in a shop
my Aunt Vicky and i use to buy honey pork buns from,
by the dozen in my early teens
Down the block from that
was an ice cream shop I passed
the day of the black out years ago
when I taught a creative writing class
on 34th street and walked with several folks
down to Wendy's house in Chinatown in
the August heat
On another side street, after Baxter,
was a small massage parlor my ex and I went to
one Saturday afternoon and the next to it, the shop
where he bought red pills called "Tiger Penis"
which were supposed to be a natural sexual stimulant
but made him sleepy instead
One block down from there
a Catholic church that I shot footage in
over 10 years ago, making a film with CreateNow
called Snap Shots
The musical soundtrack, a song I wrote and played
on guitar, lost in memory
lost in old age
lost in my smiling teenage face
a distant and gone version of me
Across the street from the church
my final destination
to drop of those damned heavy pictures
Once I saw the place I thought I remembered
from a delivery, I realized I remembered it
because my ex and I had had duck there, years ago
when Saturdays were our days to be,
just be,
to bask in each others bodies
planting small kisses on each others faces
before a late breakfast
showers together
and
a ride downtown, away from the tourists and
annoying sidewalk blocking people,
to explore the city
to be
with each other
I stood in front of this place
the final destination
before my ride back to Queens
flooded by years of memories
some available, some lost along the way
hoping that years from now
the memories would continue to come
I stood remembering his smile, his smell
the cameras we used to shoot our movie
the massage oil
the smell of pork buns
the look of melting ice cream in a black out
my addiction to remembering
and the desire to always have it.
Word of the Day Poem 1-5
Word of the Day Poem 1:
Osteopath
Consider structure
Bones touching bones
Condensation building in milky sticks of life
Deformities breaking down
Flexing muscle, flexing core
Treat me
Before crippled walking ends me
Practitioner of healing
Manipulate this shell
Into function
Bring me into myself
Consider structure
Bones grinding bones
Wearing down
Leaving piles of dust in my steps
Sending my essence to the wind
Osteopath
Heal me
-------------------
Word of the day poem 2:
Burnish
A knob
built of tiny brown particles
digs into the
dip of skin
between the bottom of
my back
and the top of
my behind
i shine it
unconsciously
as i sway
to and fro
contemplating
whether i should
stay or go
my shirt
has made an excellent
polisher
in the midst
indecisiveness.
-------------
Word of the day Poem 3:
Nocuous
Although I know
what you mean
when you mean
why you mean
to say the things
you say
i also know
that it cuts me
deep
like venom
like slicing
into skin
an accidental
reality
of your ego
sharp
cowardly
nocuous.
-----------------
Word of the day poem 4:
Sanguine
Basking in shades
the color of
arteries
your face glided
through emotions
in the shadows
of the night
sanguine
red with confidence
cigarette smoke unfurling
from your pale pink lips
curling around the ends
of the hairs on your chin
the memory of
beet juice dripping
from their brown and gray tips
at dinner
remembering that
optimism has never
been your strong suit.
-------------
Word of the day Poem 5:
Equine
Guiltless,
you shine
gallop
prancing
to and fro
through wilderness
through grass
through time
face bold
equine
fierce
you exist
to please
no one
but the
gods from which
you've descended
from.
Osteopath
Consider structure
Bones touching bones
Condensation building in milky sticks of life
Deformities breaking down
Flexing muscle, flexing core
Treat me
Before crippled walking ends me
Practitioner of healing
Manipulate this shell
Into function
Bring me into myself
Consider structure
Bones grinding bones
Wearing down
Leaving piles of dust in my steps
Sending my essence to the wind
Osteopath
Heal me
-------------------
Word of the day poem 2:
Burnish
A knob
built of tiny brown particles
digs into the
dip of skin
between the bottom of
my back
and the top of
my behind
i shine it
unconsciously
as i sway
to and fro
contemplating
whether i should
stay or go
my shirt
has made an excellent
polisher
in the midst
indecisiveness.
-------------
Word of the day Poem 3:
Nocuous
Although I know
what you mean
when you mean
why you mean
to say the things
you say
i also know
that it cuts me
deep
like venom
like slicing
into skin
an accidental
reality
of your ego
sharp
cowardly
nocuous.
-----------------
Word of the day poem 4:
Sanguine
Basking in shades
the color of
arteries
your face glided
through emotions
in the shadows
of the night
sanguine
red with confidence
cigarette smoke unfurling
from your pale pink lips
curling around the ends
of the hairs on your chin
the memory of
beet juice dripping
from their brown and gray tips
at dinner
remembering that
optimism has never
been your strong suit.
-------------
Word of the day Poem 5:
Equine
Guiltless,
you shine
gallop
prancing
to and fro
through wilderness
through grass
through time
face bold
equine
fierce
you exist
to please
no one
but the
gods from which
you've descended
from.
Fallen off, but Im back!
So it's been a long time. Too damn long. Since feb long! I suppose life got busy, got "in the way" of the writing, although I've continued writing through it all. I just haven't posted it on here. I'll be putting my word of the day poems on here as well, since they're on facebook and I'll go back to writing again daily, because, well, I miss it and because folks are interested. So here we go.
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