misty eyed
somewhere in me beneath the mists
is a city on fire
burning like napalm bombs
im pissed,
and somewhere, even deeper
is also a calm feeding the flames
Short Poems
Ambien
I slipped poetry a sedative
put him to sleep like beauty
kept trying to tell me stories
that weren’t true to me.
The Pursuit Of
we real cool
we beat slow
mellow flow hold
the fluidity at a
decibel of a syllable
go
vent
we street meat
in the belly
we brew steady heavy
live accents &
accidents
Come, Time
Come,
time to put away childish things
emotions strewn about the floor
pick em up
shove em into your toy chest
let them rest away
where those who won’t break them
will scoop them up to play
by A. Long
Going Back
I am going back to her
to compare battle scars and sip
double dipped hot chocolate
To rekindle her light
I’m going back to her
yellow princess dresses
black boots, made for stomping
when she was all kinky tresses
To her questions, wonder, and guesses
To when she loved without prejudice
before any man had come between us
Wanting
wanting to mend
that’s all I have at the end of the day
digging a dent
into my side of the bed
wanting to want to
but never leaving
Current Events And Heartbreak
To August
Tumbling down
a leaf as i leave you
with smokey memories and warm nights
I guess the Fall came fast enough
but there were days that stagnated
i needed
Reading the signs of change
like clasped hands cluctching knuckle skin
so long summer
catching weedles in the weeds
stinging needles from fat rains
immaturities
brown eyed honesty
i guess we both knew the end would
come for us
always,
always and never.
History
Where cloudbursts tore a gash
in the shoulder of the ridge,
uprooting ferns and hedge,
a maple and an ash,
a honeysuckle vine
and wires of gold ground pine,
the slide exposed a vein
of mica, groundhog den,
a zone of luminous clay,
revealing rocks like teeth,
a seam of yellow earth,
and brought to light of noon,
after half a millennium,
there in the mud, a shining
coin of the Spanish king.
in the shoulder of the ridge,
uprooting ferns and hedge,
a maple and an ash,
a honeysuckle vine
and wires of gold ground pine,
the slide exposed a vein
of mica, groundhog den,
a zone of luminous clay,
revealing rocks like teeth,
a seam of yellow earth,
and brought to light of noon,
after half a millennium,
there in the mud, a shining
coin of the Spanish king.
by Robert Morgan
Taurus
the breathe
is fire in the belly
the soul
nurture
fill your lungs with the flame of desire
hurl hesitation on the pyre
and jump into the arms of lovers
holdfast to dreams
discover
an inner torch
can burn
and breath
finer
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