Christmas, It’s A Wonderful Life

Bells and baubles bound to branches While tinsel twists and turns and ties, Santa’s sleighs and snowmen dancing Lights all aglow like stars in skies, On the tree an angel sparkles, Crackers to pull and bells to ring, Neath the tree a manger slumbers With a bed that waits for a King, Reindeers leap with […]

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WICKED WILLS

The wolves are out, Baying in the shadows, Fetid breath fowling air, Drool dribbling in the darkness. The wolves are out, Growling gratuitously, Muzzle sniffing movement, Fangs feverish for flesh. The wolves are out, Their scent; steaming, Their eyes; searching For substance to satisfy. The wolves are out, Their panting petrifying, Prowling on poised paws […]

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THE WOKEN DREAMER

I am the woken dreamer, Lost from all faith In the magic. Finding an impossibility In the longevity Of ever after. Is it really no more than The stuff and nonsense Of fairy tales And children’s dreams, Not fit at all For real mens lives And the in betweens? I was willing once To find […]

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THE STRUGGLE

To be a poet of The heart and mind Is to step away From all that is close And to look back From afar. To struggle With the truth Of what we are told And to search for What we believe. To fall on the road And document the struggle To stand again. To be […]

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TEMPTATION

Tongue tickling With the thought Of trilling you, Teasing you, Tempting you Down and deep And dirty… Fingers fidgeting With a feeling To frisk you And find fun And frolics Flirt with flesh and fondle… Submitting To a supple session Of scandal, Seeking the sinner To satisfy the senses Sweaty and sweet And sexy… Panting […]

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CINQUAIN FOR SORROW

We hold On so tightly To so much of the past That it can make the future seem So far… We are What we make us But we are fragile folk Frequently falling too far from Our fate…

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CINQUAIN IN FRANCE

I see In a vast bar On the edge of my past A boy so lost amid the crowd And you, There was, In the mayhem, A sense of happening, A feeling of the familiar In you, Brown shirt And dark blue jeans, Gaze so deep to drown in And a gentleness that caught me […]

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