Well, it's been quite a long time since my last Poetry Journal
- it's high time we did another one, don't you think? Off we go~THE END OF INNOCENCE
As a child I laid and stared
At the ceiling's texture late at night
And marveled at the pageant there
When seen in imagination's light.
Obelisks from an alien world
Framed cityscapes devoid of life
Where grinning masks of feral girls
Peered with eyes bereft of sight.
Fantasies of magical powers
And who I might aspire to be
Sufficed to while away the hours
In the thrall of possibility.
But now that I am fully grown
There's a smaller space in which I dwell,
Where the limit of my reach is known
And all delusions have been dispelled.
In what I am I'm closed up tight;
I look out from this cage despairing;
I gaze above my head at night
And only see what needs repairing.
-Alfred DeMarisINVITATION TO THE DANCE
A child and her
partner the mantis
held out to each other
their wonderful terrible hands.
At first, a salamander without teeth,
you bask on sunlit windowsills of thought,
inhaling heat with every harmless breath
until your color risks your being caught.
You cloak yourself by turning off your light,
by wearning onyx shades in which you hide.
You grow into a dragon born of night.
Oh, fierce Komodo slithering in pride,
my words become the teeth and poisoned flames,
searing fur of unsuspecting prey,
and cruelly intending just to maim,
to bite and tear the human heart away.
Shrewd salamander, soft and pink and small,
you are a snarling monster after all.
A stumble of the tongue
The breaking of a heart -
Remember how, when we were young
We swore we'd never part?
The parting of the ways,
This distant in our thought.
In the reckoning of days
We'll wonder why we fought.
-Richard OlsonAFTER THE CANOE
You had of late a clever phone
As clever a phone as one could own,
it answered at your every whim -
except, alas, it could not swim.
-David Byron JonesCOCKTAIL PARTY
Babble of Babylon, chittering chattering,
Sibilant whispers, thissering thattering,
Guttural gargles and hesitant hissing,
Scurrilous songs with melody missing.
Tongues are untied by liquefied lubricant,
Consonants slurred but joyfully jubilant.
The noise rises up to a perilous pitch,
With one solo voice: "You son of a bitch!"
-Robert K. JohnstonKISS AND TELL
A gentleman will never kiss and tell
What he has done with whom, or how or when,
How long ago it happened, how much gin
Was had by each of them, or how compelled
He was by it to wish his lady well;
A gentleman will never try to spin
Tales of his trysts; when asked, he'll only grin,
And vow to keep the standing of his belle.
This will allow them both all due decorum
In their daily lives, since it is sweet
(Or so they say) when lovers are discreet
And find no need to air their loves before 'em.
A gentleman, having thought hard upon it,
Could very well sit down and write a sonnet.
-Jordi AlonsoBLUE HORSE - A PAINTING BY FRANZ MARC
He fills the eye. He dominates this land
Of yellow, green, magenta, purple, blue.
He wears a pensive look, but seems to stand
Well-braced, alert, perhaps as if he knew
That I was watching him. I fear that he
Will gallop off over the vivid hill
Leaving an empty space on the red-green lea.
He stays with me, somewhat against his will.
A horse of blue is certainly no earthly horse.
A god, I think who took this handsome mold
To flaunt his strength and grace; to be a source
For adulation. Nature's spirit free and bold.
In ages past, in smoky cave and dim
I knew him on a wall and worshiped him.
Oh drat, that wand is busted!
Though Fairy Inc. endorses
them, new ones can't be trusted
for changing mice to horses.
My dear, don't look so tragic:
the mouse-to-horse solution
resides in evolution,
A slower form of magic.
-Robert K. Meyer II
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