~Quodlibet (V-VIII)~
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~ ghosts play the television screen ~ heart & fang share quarters ~ body slack, a flesh reflection ~ is it snowing or white sound ~ blood or mud on my hands ~ I hope so ~ mud has dirt in it ~ tiny dragons ~ blood disease ~ impurity ~
~Quodlibet (V-VIII)~
~V. Blood Trail/Lust~
These soon are lovers born
torn from a sheet of night
wanderlust, a forest adrift
shadow-wisp of smoke
what fire dream ignites such passion
heated blood illusion or not
when skin is a flame to touch
desire: the fuel of innocents
and sinners alike so once begun
a hell is loose until fire
devours fire and death only
these wolves who are born to run
a leash of feral fang and eye
~VI. Television Dawn~
A window situated Western
no thing as perfect so television dawn
echoes as sideshow, four walls gone
A woman’s eyes are closed
ghosts play tag on her face
hide between lines of age
the dawn she misses runs there
view-screen reflected flesh
blue-gray in the afternoon,
this last promise, a thing broken
even her ghosts abandon her
body slack and unvisited
no thing as perfect so television dawn
~VII. Dignity/Currency of Beggars~
There is no noble death
living so singularly significant
where only dignity may be found
in proper acts on walking faces
days tied on strings end to end
our lives a dangle of fishes
never meant to fly underwater
it just ain’t christian to lie
we all try to go outstanding
twist ourselves some convoluted truth
say dignity is the currency of beggars
laugh about honor amongst thieves
dead folks don’t want to be alone
~VIII. Kisses/Mystery Forever~
I don’t want to look at your photograph
you are not an image died yet
I sense a ringing of word
ingots piled high in our brain
a pendulum of centuries pealing
against our skulls until we are curiously aroused
there are those who consider mystery
an only true for ever
certain knowledge of this implied
and tied to the tongues of dead heroes
thank you; I would kiss your flaws rather
make mud on the dirt of your skin
~Tom (WordWulf) Sterner~
~Hanging the Hook~
~A Sense of Sixth~
~Howling Dog Press/Omega~
~Quodlibet (I-IV)~
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4th Apr 2011 (#)
So many layers to ponder, and such imagery dancing about my head, your poetry is full of beauty and contrast very powerul, an enticing mix, thank you...
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4th Apr 2011 (#)
Thank-yoiu, Delicia, images dancing in my head, I like that!
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4th Apr 2011 (#)
Well said Delicia, I concur. Well done my friend, thank you for sharing.:)
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4th Apr 2011 (#)
Thanks, Denise!
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4th Apr 2011 (#)
Great words you'ved penned. I particularly enjoyed the last two lines.
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4th Apr 2011 (#)
Thank-you, Joan Marie, I like those two too:-)
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4th Apr 2011 (#)
You have a great talent for the surreal.
Thank you for that explosion of verbal colour.
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5th Apr 2011 (#)
Thanks, Christopher. Life is a kaleidoscope, isn't it...
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5th Apr 2011 (#)
I also concur with Delicia's comment! :) And Christopheranton's too. I know I keep saying ditto, but I keep arriving after everyone already said what i would have!
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8th Apr 2011 (#)
Fabulous poetry! I truly enjoy this series! Thanks!
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