Dressing

In this mirror, where I try to hide;

the shadowed image of those familiar lines,

curls and colours move before the swaying room;

where I parade myself, tweak

the fit of street-worn armour, pull a

mask over my face; [more]

Revelry Renewed

(a toast for you and your friends)

May we lift our cups to all those unable
And toast to those who can't bless our table
Cheers to here-and-now, and all within view
I drink in delight of sharing this with you

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Blogsboro featured at Alltop.com

The Blogsboro Poetry Club has been featured on Alltop.com's new poetry page, here.

Argonaut

The fight

Beside a black dog with a

quivering tail, pushing through

leaves and branches,

searching a treacherous universe; [more]

From 20,000 Feet

Floating world

nested in patient blue sky

time doesn't touch me

as long as I dress up in

soft cloud shoes

and move in slow motion

in time with white velvet rhythms...More

Thoughts Of A Distant Love

I know things are going on with her--
things I can do nothing about.
She needs time to heal, to feel
again.
She's so far away
everything is beyond my control
and the situation
is looking grim...

Inside Looking Out

Looking past the prison walls distorted as they are
life's ambition left behind the grid we see just bars
Visions of a faded love behind paper castle walls

same old

same old rain song / inscribing itself / in the sand / read more...

If You Are Worth Loving

When it rains, you seem taller; more protective.
You'll become my umbrella if there's no ceiling overhead.

I don't get lost in the fear that you might break me
when I'm at my most fragile, because even though you can,
I know with certainty you never would.

Read the complete poem here.

Traversing

To fly

seeking nectars

of all earthly delights

traversing on butterfly wings

your way.

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watering eye .. read more

Da' Poets On My Block

To the young men who march to the beat
makin' rhyme while walkin' my street:
It's less about hollarin' and more about wallowin'...

Call for submissions: The Cleave (Cleave Poetry Webzine)

In a post-millenial age what do poets have to offer a fragmented and searching Society? Is the pendulum swinging from analysis and fragmentation to synthesis and fusion? After analysis comes synthesis - and the creation of The Cleave poetic form. There are signs that our age will become an age of co-operation, fusion and synergy. Join us at the beginning of this exciting and radical poetic form that has the potential to embody these core values.

Submit your Cleave poems, no matter how faltering your steps are initially. We can all learn together along the way.

Submission Guidelines

rains

rains left / red sky / need rest

change of scenery

The promise of tomorrows on greener grass. Across this land Away from this feel good Pillow bed with love at my fingertips I carry a map with every inch of this playground carved inside my very skull I know you. surprise turn I know the cracks in your road I know your stories Ive heard your rhythms I speak your words I breathe in your fresh breath And sing your praises with my exhales I have climbed your peaks And swam in your frozen streams I am those very roots beneath my feet I am them and feel the tug of loveless ties Holding me in sweet complacency And with every step I pursue I am held even more Firmly at my post. inside this beautiful pigeon’s hole Asleep in the magic of serenity Silently struggling for the chaos of Those unknown And ordinary days

Hyperspooks

Drunk fairies crawl upon the ground
to brambling brooks where they soon drown
while others hide in castle walls more frights!

Summer To Fall

The last summer sun kisses colour tree and shrub from green to yellow while late birds gluttonize on overripe fruit before they escape and fly south Thunderstorm crescendos rip the air and let rain and hail bedevil stock and land while ... entire poem

Lady Illusive

Lady illusive

coming, going, unnoticed

horse trots whisper soft.

Forest winds echo her name

after she has gone

in swirling crescendo songs.

Hymns remembering

her plaintive sighs of longing

wishing to stay on

but unable to linger

just to see his smile.

Every-day decision

love in green grasses

splendid, dew-drenched emotion

or heed bleak warnings

of dangerous illusions

from love's master magician.

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see

his eyes/ reflect/.. read more

Bad Dream Hyperlinks

Beware the park bench should you plan to sleep
for the tigers and dogs will pull you in deep.
The waters will rage as you work through your list...

Facebook Haiku

Just found another/ Facebook friend or rather they/ Super-poked me first!

Storybook Fantasies

it’s not like wishing any harder
made it any harder to believe
in elementary mysteries
and choreographed rhymes and lines

storybook memories
were the subject of interest
for our class of fifty-two
and we played too many games
to learn about the glass shoe
or the poisons of beautiful witches
but we never won at war
anyway

Hyperlinked Discoveries

In black and white we seek delight,
the curves before us bend.
Luminescent lines we watch...

shades

flowing water etched its path.. read more

Tader Tot

I wish I were a tader tot
crispy baked or fried,
warm inside your tummy. Eat me

Poppies

Poppies

red-dressed damsels

fluttering petal fans

swaying sweet summer melodies

at dawn.

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Rhinos In Black Stockings

He dreamed of dating rhinos
in sexy black stockings
but when he finally met her...

Never To Be

Love was served on a silver platter but unconsumed we let it lay though our starving hearts beat loud In silence we denied ourselves the undeniable for both our hand already ... entire poem

Beware The Bare Bottomed Warrior!

Bertha, the bare bottomed warrior
did battle but mostly in bed
seducing those she sought to slay
to fill their hearts with dread
but when the war was over
the king, he called her slut
saying, "She has made no sacrifice
just laying 'round on her butt."

When Crusoe Said Goodbye to Alice and Dorothy

as I stood in the door
and I showed you out
you fell asleep on the floor
and I cast my doubts
gave the nurse my condescension
and left you
where you lay all alone

cause night is coming swiftly
and they say that it’s hard to find home

a miss

My collection is a little a miss..... Since you've come along....... I can't seem to just give a kiss.... To any ol stranger who sings the right song.... Its like i think of you so much.... That I can't even think of their touch.... I concentrate on some mundane thing you whispered to me.... Before i even get a chance to contemplate their..um..symmetry.... I forget to bat my lashes for a little attention.... And instead think of every dumb thing you mention

While I Travel

Distorted roads, kaleidoscopes
and caverns open wide
save for me the mystery
of learning how to ride. Continue the journey.

Cheap Thrills

And so you are a razor wit

cutting slashing 

through meat and mire

relentlessly

searching for laughs.

I chuckle along

through gritted teeth

because I'm never sure

of your aim 

or purpose

and I don't want to bleed

for your enjoyment.

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Broken Links

She loved her
but she held her life in her hands.
Together, they slept among the clouds...

knock off love

I want to keep it at shy courtship I want to let it stay unspoken The part where you find enough courage to walk over to me is the part were I start to fade away Sometimes if your voice isn’t too loud And the music just loud enough I can drown out our small talk

The Link's On You

Nude girls wait in darkened rooms
fearing time will crush a kiss
while from the water comes the hand
That holds the hands we miss.

The Boggart

Crumbling like leaves in gutters my shrinking stomach grumbles,
Mumbling while I putter, from the bed, to floor, darkness stumbles
My thoughts are grape jelly congealing to rubbery elasticity
I light my ear like a candle and sail through the opacity
The walking night, right next to me, hiding behind my head
Lurking around every corner and snoozing under the bed....

Clandestine Love

What if we meet on sparkling waters
just before end of day
in sailboats side by side
gliding never touching
in a clandestine ballet
our secret safe
with only white-tipped splashes
against wood-planked sides
to telegraph our love
in exciting ripples
only we can see.

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Space Between

In the space between evening and afternoon light hovers, not touching the ground more

Rogusey

Rogusey is as Rogusey does,
rattle top and push and shove.
Light the fire and walk away
to put it out another day. more...

Starting Over

It’s as if you are driving a pickup truck full of clean laundry and art supplies through a narrow street more

Linkasaurus

The red sunset and dark clouds
caught by Polaroids sent to distant wilds
while music morns and Zappa smiles.

season

nested in night.. check out the season series