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- A Peace in Baghdad at allpoetry
Don’t cry for the ones who died.
In five years, Baghdad has eight months of peace. - Procrustus at allpoetry
Narcistic and neurotic,
old Procrustus was psychotic; - The Between at allpoetry
Shattered mirror spin your peace
in silk that you concoct - Broken Table at allpoetry
Take this broken table, please
down to the basement and out of sight. - An Ever Dell Grey at allpoetry
We wander through some shades of grey to wistful moons where we might lay - Count the Cost at allpoetry
When your voice shuts down and can’t break free, coursing that road of self-discovery, - Poetry is a Right Brain Function at allpoetry
- The Mission at allpoetry
Honesty rules hearts that can trust,
faith beyond just schleping to mass. - A'isha at allpoetry
The heat of day devours in fire-bolts of thirst - Me too ... at allpoetry
Reservered for some sort of orgy love entry - I’m Glad to be Alive! at allpoetry
The little ones who come to us
are often unexpected. - My Daddy’s Dime at allpoetry
Did you have a pet name; your daddy gave to you?
The ‘little cock-sucker’, was mine when I was two. - A Croon of Firewood at allpoetry
I was once strong and true, not a thing was taboo. Storms and winds weren’t a thing that could shake my roots. - At the Shore with Ana Thea at allpoetry
Her mother’s laughing sunlit eyes surpass the beauty of the skies
as ‘a silent darkness’, releases from my hand. - God is a Swing Dancer at allpoetry
Random gyration of provocation pours well meaning souls a cup of disorder. - Rip off those Abaiyahs at allpoetry
Why wrap your glassy eyes in those black tents of shame from the moon god’s prophet of fear, disgrace and blame? - The Old Bookman’s Self-Deception at allpoetry
I’m a book man … extraordinaire! Open the door ma’am … if you dare! - Ode to Emo Bigam at allpoetry
Deep from the heart of my slum, lives Mr. Emo Bigam, And he writes poems and stories for the woman passing by. - Farewell My Rock Man, My Son at allpoetry
What’s this fire in my veins that’s driving me insane? ‘Pillow for my sadness’, gone where, for what, why so? - Song of the Crone at allpoetry
An empty wife walked up a hill, to find a crone at her ‘still’. / When she shared her hollow heart … the crone sang her this: / “I’ll give you no secret pill; this is all within your will. / The song I’ll now sign to yo - The Good Jinn’s Sultan at allpoetry
Oh there once was a Spartan whose friends all called him Sultan. / And he lived on a desert in the hot dry sun. / And he ate nuts and honey, while he tried to make money / And he didn’t sing or dance or have one bit of - Joy of Disclosure at allpoetry
When words from your heart, / Penetrate my minds flesh, / A sweet scent of God, / Fills the world we enmesh. / Your lip’s seeds now sown, / Through my soul’s steel of mesh, / With air, rain and light, / Will yie - Puppy, Piggy and Me at allpoetry
In this fun new land, / My babies all in hand, / A nice puppy man, / Gave me pebbles from sand. / My heart he so fanned, / Loving my little band, / That being unmanned, / Our friendship did expand. / Litt - My Anima at allpoetry
Oh where have you gone, / Dearest mother of mine? / I know what you feared, / From your body in time. / To find a good seed, / Needed for my design. / Hold close to me now, / Until morning does shine. / R - Becalmed in Bali at allpoetry
Still Bali holds fast to my forest of dreams. / Becalmed in still waters that dance in sunbeams, / Adoring this craft, caressing her seams. / I’m here forever … in spite of life’s themes. / Gems on the inside, di - In Fear of Grace at allpoetry
A rational world, / Is all I understand. / Esoteric eyes, / The artist’s sinful hand, / Must die to my law, / For ‘reason’ to expand. / All the truth I need, / Is what I can command. / My name is Warlock, - Pin-Up Deity at allpoetry
A very good thing, taken far too far; / Whispering full moons, ripping at my scar. / Clay feet deceptions, fill this earthen jar; / Musing winsome songs, of God’s fallen star. / Lay me in tall grass, cl
