The Sound of Silence

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Poetry
Don’t dare speak up
Repeat with me
Milady sleeps

Fast-forward streams

Solarium nights
Lavish details
Siren-tailed corpse

Breaking the silence

The sound of deathbed
Amnesic smile
Subtle, sublime,

Such inner fight

The prima donna
That got the part
She was no singer!

Her saddened rhymes

Lady in waiting
She’s held at bay
Translucent playground

Far, far, away

No-one’s an angel
A gusty room
But don’t be fooled

Breaking the silence

One sleepy mirage
Got only blurred
A buzzing fly

Such inner fight

Translucent playground
Far, far, away,
Breaking the silence

She won’t obey,

The sound of Silence

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Poetry
Amused,
Bemused,
Male muse,
Poem brews

A writer,
Confused,
With red wine -
All infused

That muse,
Diffused
Entangled,
Untangled,

Unkind,
Yet...profound?

One poet, 
One muse,
Both fused
Him obtuse

Dancing
Together,
All drunk
And bemused

One sad blues

So confused,
That muse,
But enthused -

From strong 
Female poets
He cowards away

One sad blues

Amused and
Bemused,
That male muse
Wine infused!

Untangled
And kind,
All bewitched
And profound

Like a poet
Gorging on
Deep love,
Red wine...

To the muse
You once were
And the poet
You’d fight

Amused and
Bemused
All-time muse,
This sad blues

Let us both
Fuse together
One poet,
One muse,

Under bright Moon
Blues dancing
With word love
Enthused

Male muse -
A dancer you are,
Your love rhymes
A poem
Would one day
Star

Until then…

…Au re-voir

Bleeding Solo

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Poetry
I feel
I love
I grieve,

For your dark
Materials

Forever
Buried
Six feet under, 

Preserved 
In amber

Safely within the
Deep and tangled 
Confines of old
Cinematic streams

I feel
I love
I grieve,

For your dark
Materials

Forever
Buried
Six feet under, 

Preserved 
In amber,

Safely within the
Deep and tangled
Confines of those
Bloodied dreams

I feel
I love
I grieve,

For your dark
Materials

Silenced are 
Those words
For fear
Of letting out
A goodbye song,

Black dandelions

I feel
I love
I grieve,

I listen
To that soothing
Sound,
And,

With a bleeding solo,

I leave

Crystal Sunset

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Poetry
Stony
Silence
Fighting 
Light

Voice enchants

Like a crystal 
Sunset

Gone,
To the point 
Of no return

Smiling 
Without
A smile,
And,

While smiling,

Wavering,
Wondering,

Like a crystal 
Sunset

Gone,
To the point 
Of no return

Slides away,
She won’t
Decay

Like a crystal 
Sunset

Weakened
Word
Womb,
Breaking 
Waves
 
Smiling 
Without
A smile
And,

While smiling,

Waiting,
Wandering,
 
Gone,
To the point 
Of no return

She won’t 
Decay,
Under purple 
Dusk,

She slides away

Smiling 
Without
A smile
And,

While smiling,

Unweaving 
Wounds,
 
She’d slide away

Under that crystal
Sunset

Musical High

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Poetry
A night at the opera
She had not yet had
Philistine poet
Blasphemous, mad

Oh my good lord
My mamma did play
Full blast Nessum Dorma
At my father’s wake

She may not have known
The story in full,
Yet surely she could -
Caress tenor wool

The whole church
Went silent -
All but for 
Mum’s cries

The music
Went dormant
My dad 
Reached the sky

And what she all wanted -
That music to lift
That spirit in silence
The soul, honored gift

Impressions, 
And music,
And ashes -
So esteemed

The lyrics 
Won’t matter -
Vibration 
Goes deep

Impression, 
Spirit,
And sound,
Precious deed

A musical ceiling -
Solemn, 
Fateful,
Sleep

Bonne Nuit, Les Enfants

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Poetry
They said goodbye,
And went to cry,
They sobbed so much,
That door,
Just slammed

She said adieu,
Goodbye,
Au revoir

Becoming truth,
Sight to behold,
Beware,
Unfold,
Belittle
Not

He said 
Goodbye,
Au revoir,
Godspeed

Enfants,
Pink, 
Bright,
Dark
Lulla-bies

They sing
Along,
With honest
Pace

Piano stars,
Au revoir,
Far cry,

To those
That loved,

And those,
That 
Played

Enfants,
Bright-eyed,
Dark 
Lulla-bies

For your good
Night 
Behave, enfants

Sleep tight.
Don’t, 
Be afraid,
Of 
Dark.

Black Lullaby.

Bubbles

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Poetry
I admire you
I like you
but…
You are magic
You aim high
but…
I always wished
I’d met you earlier

In silent dreams
We’d burst

The mystery
Of everything
All so tragic - 
You know that!

I admired you
I loved you
You were magic
You aimed high

And meeting you
I do remember

In silent dreams
We’d burst

Macabre dance
I’d be a step nearer -
Yet you kept, always,
Stepping,
Back,

So icy sharp
You always doubted,
We slowed pace,
And I 
Hit
Back

The bubbles burst
And bubbles played
Like foxy drawings
Live - that day

The mystery
Of everything, and
Macabre dance -
Those bubbles,
Burst

Like bubbles that
Explode, white magic,
Silent dreams -

Forever, 

Dance

Burning Witches

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Poetry
For centuries come,
And centuries gone,
Burning witches,
Loving magic,
Flying brooms -
All going tragic!

Closet witches,
Those, bewitched,
Closing shutters,
Dimmed the light

Chopped the wood
To simmer up,
That brew,
Those stakes,
And those light dreamers -
Fire them up!

To burn red souls,
And smell the ash,
Scarlet tears,
Ending up

Wetting pale cheeks
They prayed for
Light

If, and only if,
Only women
Ended up
Burning women
Their own kind!

Closet witches,
That bewitched,
Closed the windows,
Dimmed the light

Chopped the wood
To simmer up,
That brew,
Those stakes,
Those fiery witches -
Burn them up!

To burn red souls
And taste warm ash
That fiery love?
They kept all silent

If, and only if,
Only women
Ended up
Burning women
Their own kind!

Bewitched, old,
And wicked eyes,
Freezing hearts
And numbing 
Kindness

Chop the wood
To simmer up
That brew,
Those stakes,
Those witches, frail -
And bring them up

Yet not burned
witches
Fly away,
Escape the flames -
Bewitched,
Deranged

Closet witches,
That bewitched,
Closed those windows
Dimmed the light

And witches are
And witches were
And witches gone
Bewitched, remain -
To no avail

Witches, 
Just witches
Witches are
And witches were
And witches come
And witches gone

Enchanted fire
Numb with pain
Praying for light
Thriving in darkness

Spared witches
Flied away
Escaped the flames -
Bewitched,
Deranged

And light is gone,
And fire comes,
Bewitched,
Undone,
Deranged,
Escaped,

Unburned,

Big love!
To all those witches,
Up in flames,
Do fly away! -
With fragile
Magic

Wicked, 
Loving, 
Escaped,
Love burned -

Blessed the days
Of flying
Witches

Opium Den

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Poetry
A subtle line,
Some purple tinge
Over dark eyes -
A violet fringe

A yawn,
And hush,
All bored -
To death

Good Lord!
That cat
Short thread -
Long view

Along, 
Strung,
A mouse -
Blue dream

Three long,
Long seconds
To cut
That string

The thread’s
All loose
The mouse
Ran off

To the opium
Den,
The cat…
Snoozed
On!

A yawn,
And hush,
That den -
All fluff

The silver 
Death,
All smooth -
Gold cuff

A silent curve,
Some purple tinge,
Three long, 
Long seconds,

That opium
Dream

Square Mess

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Poetry
One chess player.
Two chess players.
Three chess players.

Brought,
Alive,
On the checkered
Floor.

All they wanted,
Was to teach her,
How to dance
On that shiny 
Board.

One chess player.
Two chess players.
Three chess players.

Brought,
Alive,
On the checkered
Floor.

Looping, infinite,
Polished beards,
Bright, 
Sad peers,
Vapid 
Smoke.

They’d like,
Surely,
To play
Mind games.

Hey, chess players -
Patience, 
Gone.

Ma belle,
Ponders -
There are still 
Word plays.
The queen’s gambit,
Game 
Still on.

All they wanted,
Was to teach her,
How to dance
The shiny 
Board.

Polka dancing,
She got dizzy,
Hey, chess players,
No, means no.

One chess player.
Two chess players.
Three chess players.

Brought,
Alive,
On the checkered
Floor.

Did you know that
Dad would teach her
She’s squared-frightened
She said No.

There are still word plays
The queen’s gambit,
Hey, chess players -
Patience, 
Gone.
 
Damn – Look at this square mess