One never expects love She always descends in such inappropriate places Soft, dulcet–smooth some kind, caramel–honey Pouring into my ears So low–down every murderous word tender I bike against the flow of traffic futilely thumbing for her to raise her voice cursing the onslaught of society
Category: Poems
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The first time I allowed myself to see beauty in every being was the first time the universe smiled upon me in the knowing smile of a woman I stopped planting my feet to steady my bike as she crossed the street the air applauding with a chorus of strings from a idle car’s stereo I gazed she pondered, puzzled then she saw and smiled knowing
About Time for Rain
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Avoid the travel agent’s hellish destination Thank God for the angel’s abundant journey
Travel Advice
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Flower strokes its petal Asks “Who am I?” The sky and the earth dance Roots feed petals petals feed roots
Stroking, Dancing
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I cry, acknowledging each must face their pain as natural as the rain dripping leaf to branch to root drowsy, heavy, tip-tap (Gasp) touching my innermost part Heart-pleasure piercing through dissolving, corroding (ah: oo) wondrous (pain)
Gasp, Sigh
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Whatever you are would be good only let it be
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The secret of a rose’s blossom hides in its every breath
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There goes the best part of me A bee cries, losing his stinger Long held at the ready I give it away Exposed innards Font a forever river to the sea A menthol balm attends the open wound
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Why did they forgo the spice in the mystical concoction? Milky smooth holding the bitter The food burns with taste My mouth aches to remember A sip, ah, rekindles the embers
Indian Hot Tea
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Giving you my heart That you may play with it like a kitten Sink your claws into its fuzzy chord Pounce and gnaw at it just for fun Embrace it with forepaws while kicking it with hind legs Reduce its responsive tautness to a scatter of thread And, should you blink, realizing you are caught in its tangle Snip, snip, snip