Rare Relaxation

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Poetry
A dream
Is just a dream
A dreamless night
A dreamer’s dream

A dream,
Yet dreamed
So true,
Un-told,

And truth, 
Begone!
And brighter days
And darker nights

So cold,
So cold

A freezing smile,
Slim fingers,
Stoned

Intensely numb
A pen can’t hold
A board can’t tap
A key can’t strike

They’re mine,
They’re mine,

Slim fingers,
Numb,

And winter comes
And winter goes
And light turns shade
And shade kills light

That room, 
Sound-proofed,
In satin walls
That fancy skin
Gets bruised,
Deep-scarred

A dream
Is just a dream
A dreamless night
A dreamer’s dream

A dream,
And just a dream,
And while 
Still dreamed
So true,
Untold,

And truth, 
Begone!
Come lighter days
Come brighter nights

So cold,
So cold

A freezing smile,
Slim fingers,
Numb,
Fake relaxation,
Rare,

Mid-winter

Dreamless

Night

The Argonauts

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Poetry
We traveled
To the Moon,
And back.

We lost our sense
Of time, we
Crashed.

About to land
Still silenced,
Them.

Our darkened words,
So troubled,
Were.

A turn did not
We want to 
Take.

The verse,
That shiny song,
That ache.

Forget me not
Big girls don’t
Cry.

Our darkened words,
Still silenced,
Bright.

They found
Their way,
As dust they
Float.

In space
We walked
That winding
Road.

And silenced thoughts
Darkened our
Dreams.

To Sun too close
Should not be
Seen.

Our troubled mind,
Pompeii-style,
Congealed in ashen 
Fields.

A third eye dart,
And then you explode,
With magic stars and 
Wings.

Come hither
little Argonaut,
Tonight,
We’ll let life
Stream.

Forget me not,
For girls don’t cry,
They chant,
The travel,
Dream.

We’ll do this voyage
Reverse sense,
To Earth
And then,
To lunar
Gleam.

In space
We hummed,
We chanted,
Still.

About to land
We craved to 
Sing.

Forget me not
For girls don't
Cry.

The troubled mind
Pompeii 
Style.

And silenced thoughts
Darkened our
Dream.
 
Tonight,
We’ll let life,

Stream.

Stark Mask Naked

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Poetry
Peel off that
Paper mask
And let me see
Those eyes,
Stark naked

About to glisten
With a warm,
Warm,
Light

The ones
About to shed
A cold, cold,
Tear

Peel off that
Paper mask
And let me see
Those eyes,
Stark naked

Pull down 
That cozy blanket,
The one you borrowed,
The one you never
Handed back

It's surely
Soft,
And velvet blue, 
And anti-Covid
Veil-wrapped
 
Peel off that
Paper mask
And let me see
Those eyes,
Stark naked

Tearfully
Bright

The ones
About to shine
With cold, 
Cold,
Might

Do not burn,
Just yet
Nor cry,
Nor
Lick your
Fancy whiskers,
Either,

Unless you are
Stark mask naked,
Your soul, 
Undressed,
A warm,
Oh, once so warm,
Warm,
Heart

About to shed
A cold, cold
Tear,
That winter flame,
Ablaze,
Before
Unblinking
Eyes

24-Hour Plastic People

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Poetry
Partying all night
Posting pictures
Looking fine,

All that smoke
They sell,
All those lies
They tell,

Waste-free cheers
To plastic people
 
Rap, unprovoked,
Vehemently bored,
Breathing virtual smoke,

Loving this,
Our very plastic planet

All the smoke
They sell,
All those lies
They tell,

Waste-free cheers
To plastic people

Burning muse
White smoke
Posting pictures
Looking fine

Rap, unprovoked,
Vehemently bored,
Take a virtual snort,

Loving this,
Our very plastic planet

And those scarred,
With a bleeding mind,
Those who,
On a starless night,
To the drum 
Of a purple heart
Still beat,

Enjoy the rhyme,
The tactile joy
Of free verse velvet 

24-Hour Poetic People—

Here’s to a
Healthily deep,
Musically fiery,
Lyrically meaningful
2021

Dancing Branches

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Poetry
A tree that bends,
Those valiant branches
The tender leaves
Buried with sand

The feet are naked
Painted with ashes
The Sun does tickle
The skin gets tanned

A sea, a myriad
Of water smiles
Those valiant branches
That warming Sun

Summer will one day
Watch us stand,
Courageous swimmers, 
With wrinkled hands 

Tanning the soul
With fluid breaststrokes
Appeasing chills
That pierce through hearts

A glimpse of Sun
Melodic dart,
A sea, a myriad,
Of water smiles

A tree that bends
A weightless heart
With warming breaststrokes
With outstretched hands

Those valiant branches
Will watch us dance
A sea, a myriad,
Of water smiles

Drowsing Dusk

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Poetry
Blue veil over
Velvet skies,
Dark nail varnish
Shadowed eyes

Welcomed
Winding
Silky
Sound

Dark back alley
Drowsing
Sight

Winter solstice
Streamed
Stoned
Husk,
 
Wanders Alice -
Stage lit dusk

Blue veil 
Over
Night sky
 
Feathered,
Willing,
Husky,
Fight

Dark nail varnish
Fainting smile

Wonder,
Winding,
Feather
Heart

Blind Whispers

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Poetry
That quirky laugh
These stormy wounds
Such hugging blinds
Those fire-lit
Rooms

A subtle kiss
A virtual hug
Caressing lips
And wordy wombs

That cheeky smile
That hug,
That tear,

That charming
Style,
That undressed
Fear

Them hugging
Blinds
Do love
Do live

Do poems whisper,
Unfound,
Profound

And wounded,
Soulful,
Undressed,
Blind,

A firelit
Room,
A carmine tear,

A warrior’s armor
A victor’s smile.

Wounded,
Undressed,
Soulful,
Profound,

Those hugging
Blinds
Do love,
Do live

Do poems whisper
Unfound,
Profound

Wounded,
Undressed,
A victor’s smile

That firelit
Room

That 
Soulful

Sigh

Poetic License

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Poetry
A young poet
Once wrote,
They say

You don’t need
To believe,
They pray
 
All you have to do
Is weave,
They read

Those words unsaid
Spilled ink verses
Unspoken truths
And silent verses

Following
The ink-poor pen
Commands,

The poet’s
Precocious wisdom
Wrote these lines

Fingers, alas!
Just obeyed
And,
As such verses
Were

Written
Said
Spilled,

On spoiled
Post-it pads,
Recited,

They couldn’t leave,
Or believe,
Neither pray,

For that fallen leaf,
Those words unsaid,
Unspoken truths,
Dry wit,
Lyrical faith,

A poet’s fall,
Written
Said
Spilled

Like fallen leafs,
Whole post-it pad,
All left unread

Poetic license

Words Unraveled

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Poetry
Bleeding words
And birthing songs,
Wetting skin
With dark red
fashion

Whispered voice,
Solemn,
Caressed,
With subtle notes,
In velvet
Dress

Bleeding words
And birthing songs,
painting skin
With dark red
passion

Masks they wear
Those bleeding words,
Those mystery songs,
Of love,
Unraveled

*Image = sketch by costume designer for Bram Stoker's Dracula (Francis Ford Coppola)* 

Paper Skin

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Poetry
A Purple Heart
Imperfect skin
Short wavy hair
A fearsome dream

A hippy dress
An old por-trait
Odd beauty Queen
A damning mess

She wants all true
He wants it real
Through shining dark
Sound wisdom, near,

Those whispered words
They almost touch
A tear,
A tongue,
A tell-tale
Fear

Eternal score
And kissing wool
Handwritten note
Old paper jewel

That windstorm child
Crawling through words
Poetic fence
Well-hidden
Sense

Old portrait smile
That soft dark hair
A kissing dream
A sigh,
Caress

A Purple Heart
Old paper skin
A tear sheds
That silent Queen

Combing through words
And soft dark hair
A kiss,
A song,

On dear
Paper
Skin