Poetry Friday (16)

To whom it may concern:

So it is Poetry Friday time, but as you may have noticed, Poetry has not been forthcoming on every Friday, so may I note for the future that Poetry Friday will most likely not be EVERY
Friday, but instead, some Fridays.

Sailboats

My dragonflies are mounted by wisps
whose ocher hair is made from the seas
of other worlds. Waves of grass,
and paper whales, float on a almond breeze.
These are my sailboats.
Vast acre sails spun of visions,
the bow is a fantasy, the rudder, a tale.
I want my wooden token, foggy dreams,
to play an arcade that is on the backs of
centaur's teeth, smiling like a fan,
spinning in the arctic heat.
I am on my sailboats.
Sextant at the setting sun,
floating in the sky.
I sleep in soulless rabbits, with pouches,
like the kangaroos, which are eating
vermilion cotton candy made from
viking maps of the universe, and
written on Balder's skull.
Come with me on my Sailboats.
The wake will leave you sleeping,
rocking in the crystal hammocks.
I say they say I'm crazy, but is it crazy
to know the world is upside-down, like
the thoughts in my head but backwards,
violet violas played with your toes, their
music is a sticky down, the kind
you take from the penguins of the state.
Welcome to my sailboats.
We set sail for sanity tomorrow,
with the first wind from the mind.

I hope you enjoyed it,
Until next I write,

Adam

Poetry Friday (15)

To whom it may concern:

So, I was in NYC, and I have now returned. I have a huge amount of things to say about the Big Apple, so expect a few blog's from me soon. If they don't come soon, come pester me, because I will confess right now that the sheer amount of blog text I need to write is intimidating the trousers off me.

Oh, and here is my poetry Friday poem:


Sunrise of a Thousand Smiles

Sunrise of a thousand smiles
like the bright eyes of a morning
as if velvet beneath silken skin
or angel hair of cloud splitting rays.

Ocean eyes in glimmering night
like the midnight embers of the heart
as if passion played on patience
or the happy tail at a returning door.

And in this splash of repose
he turns in the warmth and
yawns, stretching on the sun-
bleached carpet, splashed with
dark stains rubbed now only to
another Persian pattern.

And a soft panting in the evening,
gives way to embracing sleep, and
dreams of sunlit days before, safe
in the knowledge that this will
last beyond the ivy stones,
and red cave buffaloes, and
geometric mountains in the Egyptian
sand.

Sunrise of a thousand smiles
like the blessing of an autumn breeze
as if forever was stuck in a day
or all the heart was one moment.


Until I next write,
Adam

Poetry Friday (14)

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Every Friday I'll post one poem that I wrote. Here's my poem for this Friday.

Mention Her

Mention her at the end,

because you can,

or want to leave it open.

If the sighs content,

or hurried weary glances,

forget her, every silken thought.

Share trinkets here and there,

keep kisses like a one way street,

never let a secret out of sight.

Stroke the buried embers,

alone and in the dark,

lest sparks land in the eye.

Wish for empty smiles,

hide looks in the corner,

just remember,

Mention her at the end.

Later guys,

Adam

Poetry Friday (13)

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Every Friday I'll post one poem that I wrote. Here's my poem for this Friday.


Loosing the Edge

A split tongue, the bitter slice,
choosing sides in Double Dutch,
or teeth dust.
Black sand, and tepid toes,
shale that snaps like toffee,
or snake fronds.
The road ahead spoons,
and my foresight 50/50.
But there are so many tomorrows,
until there aren't.
Thus conscious makes cowards of us all.


Later guys,
Adam

Poetry Friday (12)

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Every Friday I'll post one poem that I wrote. Here's my poem for this Friday.


Judgement Day Generation

Open the chasm to the fleeing flock,
wish well our muddied conscious,
prey to God and hope for handouts
of illumination and a better world.

Of what life is at the brink of death
so many say many varying things.
But reapers and saints are locked away
in dusty dank closets in the ground.

A blackness beyond, not a blackness within,
and the tunnel of light should be life.
Don't turn aside the foulest plights
for love of the eternal dead ideal.

Open heart for an open end is closed,
when good comes knocking locking
doors will shut out wishes and fears.
Don't break us all for your happy ending.


Later guys,
Adam

Poetry Friday (11)

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Every Friday I'll post one poem that I wrote. Here's my poem for this Friday.

iWish

First is not necessarily strongest.

Only time can really tell

Right from wrong

Because

I

Don't think I

Didn't want

Everything I don't have. I

Never thought I would want what i do, or

Like the way this tearing feels.

One with, one wanted.

Valor vs vanity.

Everyone is better off not knowing.

Right?

Later guys,
Adam

Poetry Friday (10)

To whom it may concern:

Every Friday I'll post one poem that I wrote. Here's my poem for this Friday.



In Sevens

Is it dark where you are?

Are you standing in the shade?

Will your heart discover?

Can your smallest dreams be made?

Evil has a mistress.

Darkness has an only son.

You will be in distress,

when it all is said and done.

In the heated moment,

hopes and wishes fall like rain.

The closer to hellbent,

that much closer to the pain.

Are you frightened by me?

Am I feeding on your fears?

Should I set the truth free?

Will it cause too many tears?

Later guys,
Adam

Poetry Friday (9)

To whom it may concern:

Every Friday I'll post one poem that I wrote. Today's poem is a shorter one, but I hope you like anyways. Here's my poem for this Friday.



Ideas

The most brilliant idea came to me today.
A story that will drop the softened jaws of critics.
A tone and mood that would play the virtuosos' strings.
It fell through my memory like black sand through a sieve.
I don't have it anymore.


Later guys,
Adam

Poetry Friday (8)

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Every Friday I'll post one poem that I wrote. Here's my poem for this Friday.


Genevieve

I tell you

I love you

I mean it

I do

In the same

haunting way

that “somehow

everything I own

smells of you”

everywhere I go

you follow

filling my head

with memories

and happy wishes.

When you smile

it makes me cry

and it makes me laugh

but most of all

it reminds me

of the day i

held your hand

of the day i

first kissed you

of every time

I told you

I loved you

I meant it

I still do

Later guys,

Adam

Poetry Friday (7)

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Every Friday I'll post one poem that I wrote. Here's my poem for this Friday.

What Happened on Wednesday

Like all storms, calm before.

Then heat behind the eyes,

the brewing bile boils in the

cold chambers of the heart.

I hear it. The growling at

the mouth of it's bitter-black den.

Blood pushes through tightened veins.

So fall the floodgates.

A fury-red hell-borne thunder-breaking rage

the roaring-vortex tunnel-vision hate

froth-at-the-tongue burning-world

charred-love-soul-eating holocaust.

NO!

Fie! Fie! I defy you wrath!

You vile tempter, you black incubus!

The hollow fruit in hand, I defy you!

But lost.

Free-wrought by open tongues of flame,

the copper taste still poisoning my teeth,

I have, inebriated, lain waste to all I love.

And now stare on this desolate plain,

still miraged by swirling madness,

thrown off from embers cast by this

malignant tempest.

It rumbles; not yet lost over the horizon.

Leave me Wrath... Begone...

Realization. Sadness. Embitterment. Acceptance.

Nothing.

Emptiness.

Like a calm before a storm.

Later guys,

Adam

Poetry Friday (6)

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Every Friday I'll post one poem that I wrote. Here's my poem for this Friday.


A Bus Ride...

I stare behind the windows, hand on chin

but for all the world cannot remember

what is blurring by so fast.

I am a thought mummy, wrapped in my mind

and dead to the rest of the world.

I have found two paths diverging

and I would take the one less traveled by

if I could see which one it was

through my open blinded eyes.

We come to stop and again doors open

I step out and leave myself behind.

eyes in the ground, I walk my weighted steps

to nowhere, and with nothing there to find.

promises I could never keep wander

between empty ears and blank expressions.

I am being pulled apart, and amazed,

see that I am the stranger tearing at my limbs.

These thoughts are sweated out of me like rain

across my very skin, refugees of a tortured mind.

How long it has been, can not be forever.

But for the fraying at my thoughts

it has been infinity and back again.

Later guys,

Adam

Poetry Friday (5)

To whom it may concern:

Every Friday I'll post one poem that I wrote. Here's my poem for this Friday.

Potential

A billion stars in the corona of the mind

Is but a second in the deadly span.

A thousand leagues on every side

Leaves a wayfarer searching for the path.

Ten million strings are woven by the Fates

But not a one is longer than Lachesis' whim.

Six hundred coiled knots confound each birthing cord

But never more than one sees the other end.

There are a trillion forks in the path

Each with a hundred billion branches.

Sixty beats a minute tick the rhythm of our day

Until the halting shuttering stop of the last hand.

You could be anything,

Do that intangible wonder,

Or steer a smile in a sea of tears

But you only have one chance.

Later,
Adam

Poetry Friday (4)

To whom it may concern:

Every Friday I'll post one poem that I wrote. Here's my poem for this Friday.


A Tribute of Words

I was not a religious man

but the heart's cathedral adorned

with rubied glances, have opened my

eyes: a new childhood, to learn the world

again.

A priceless relic in the sand

washes my impurities with a true

and unconditional corona. I am newly

swaddled in the heart, my years melt to this

moment.

A goddess rises like the sun

but over both horizons, humbling

all the titans, and refracting her golden

light off the dark waves like a clear midnight

moon.

All heralds at her coming

light their signal fires, engulfing

my newborn heart in ceaseless flames.

Now steps lead me to a hallow to cry to the

heavens.

From the darkened halls

of Minos, to the crystal cascades

of Niagara, the world will know that she

has come, and intangible Elysium will be mine

forever.

You entered my life, love,

like a Venus upon sea foam, and

now I am forever changed for the better.

You have granted me the greatest wish there is:

love.

Until next I write,
Adam

Poetry Friday (3)

To whom it may concern:

It's Friday and that means that I get to show you guys another one of my poems. Critics are always welcomed.



Sycophant to your own Arrogance

Hide

behind the open door.

Watch the purple lights,

wish they were green.

Walk the drunken line,

but only in your head.

Make an angel in the grass,

it will spring to shape again;

sand and snow remain,

until the wind writes both

Away.

Plans

burn and peel in the sun.

Dancers only in the iris,

put you on your head.

Shadows hang the open time,

With arms of doubt.

There she is eternal.

On the inside, but never

Together.

Later guys,

Adam

Poetry Friday (2)

To whom it may concern:

Every Friday I'll post one poem that I wrote. Here's my poem for this Friday.

Midnight Poet

Twelve hours from twelve

the ink dips the quill

and the words paint on parchment

of a blank white computer screen.

Half past halfway to two
Miracles scatter from a fraying mind

dance in circles on the squeaky swivel chair

and go their separate ways.

Ten half dozen minutes to three

a tired heart quickly pounds the beat

to noteless songs and ballads,

keeping time with the metronome cursor.

A quarter to a quarter on the clock

an cast of ideas and a crew of images

work their acts and scenes

into life, on a stage of metered lines.

Half a day before noon

the midnight poet scratches away

with his metaphor quill, and imagery ink,

while the handless clock ticks away in his mind.

Later guys,

Adam

Poetry Friday (1)

To whom it may concern:

I was thinking the other day that I should post some of my poems. I'm in this creative writing class at school and we've been writing a lot of poetry. Critics are always welcomed!



Earth

I saw three men
far out on the starry sea,
riding tattered sails
and broken hulls;
they did not notice
the tempest fury.
they only wrapped themselves
in each other's words,
back and forth
frothing mouths spitting
hate.

Their blue-green boat
pitched and bucked them,
to shake them from their wrath,
but the men just took a tighter grip,
and then fought that much harder.
They yawned the cords,
and dragged the ropes,
but not to hold the course.
They fought to break her hull to splinters,
and bury each other's bones.
Each would sink the boat for all,
if he could not take the wheel,
back and again,
the blue boat and the men
fighting

One man had gold
one man had god
the third had envy
for the other two.
And the blue boat
pitched and rocked,
as the fearsome battle raged.
One fell to another
one fell to himself
the last was helpless,
taken by the boat,
as she sunk in the starry sea,
forgotten.


Later guys,

Adam