Free Verse Falling

[Cub4ucme]

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TheTransformation



I.

In the piercing heat
of the unfolding day
we set sails for Avalon.

Guided by winds we
tested our fate, proving
it was fragile in the
desperate side-by-side
of our changing lives.

In the unrelenting fury of fiery dreams,
we fought recklessly with our thoughts
of salt and the hunger it ignites.


With a blank stare you spoke
of Nostradamus, defending his wrongs,
protecting his rights, I moved on to
Socrates and Skinner, where I survive
despite myself, somewhere in-between
my own beliefs and what I sell myself.

When the crust of fear owned our faces
when the residence of death arrived
with cracked-thunder we proclaimed
it was this life we so despised
we surmised it was enough
to explain the every single thing
that danced around our darkness,
until it was our EVERY THING.


THEN:

In the kinetic flow of the "I" of a hurricane,
the calm was achieved with the tilt of a sail
a different view of the same day, like a persistent
sun, shining through a fog-filled memory,
we danced upon our past, splashing champagne
in celebration, we realized at once that love
for us was meant for more than just one life.

When the tail swept us from our peace
we beckoned God, all the Gods that
anyone has ever faith..ed, then we
rocked, we rocked the sea with the
clear evidence of fearless children.
As your iridescent eyes held my gaze.

My last thought before the passing
of the storm, with the rebirth of
the golden sun was of you,
you, in your summer smock,
wind-blown hair like a horsetail
black as an eclipse, you tied
lines as I lusted for a final taste
of the skin beneath the cotton
bronzed and shining,
I praised God for
our survival.

We danced to avoid eye contact
I couldn't take the heat behind
your stare, we imprinted ourselves
on each other as I quieted you
with the joining of our lips.


II.

Years Later:

I was thinking about some slut
I met in Austin, how she did me
how I never forgot that hour
how often I've visited it
in frail lonely moments, that
suddenly turned horny.

How I knew I could never
love a whore for more than
one explosion and yet
cannot forget her for
a lifetime.

It's the irony I keep,
this place that makes it all OK.
I push it aside and reach
for the chardonnay, chuckling
to myself about the speed of
those hips, the look in the eyes
of a woman who knew what
time was for.

It's all about being honest,
isn't it? this muse that runs through
hot blue veins to fingertips
that tap their blues until
the final sigh.

This second chance to live again
here, with my pen I write of her.

Once death is close enough
to feel, to taste, to touch, speaking
a mind seems hardly a struggle at all.

ajs

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[Cub4ucme]

Blue Flames and Plaid Skirts


I peeled you off the smooth glass
of a memory framed in plaid
the skirt of my sister hanging
like some trophy on your door

You exchange clothes
as if they were conversations
then steal them
as if you had forgotten
who they smelled like
yesterday

In the eye of a blue flame
I read your dialect
so cadenced as it flickered
in the madness
of my starving loins

Your carved calves
above painted toes
twisting around the bend
of hot dreams filled with
the sauce of-------
what I will not say

I chissel my desires
until they fade away
turning to garnet
shades of blood
that still linger
behind the hedges
of my manhood

the wind whipped
you into my dreams
silver necklace
draped in lace
I thought of strangulation
the edge of life
where your disguise
was stripped away

I might inform my sister
of the skirt still unreturned
just to see if your reaction
might settle my dysfunction

Life is like that
for us, here in the wombs
of bait and switch
where the crow caws
when the corn is gone
when the devil comes
a callin'


ajs

 

[RhymeFairy]

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You could not post a thread with this name and not expect me to drop by ... Welcome to the poetry boards, I am looking forward to seeing more writes.

 

[Cub4ucme]

You could not post a thread with this name and not expect me to drop by <<

Rhymefairy


No telling what I'll come up with after a few glasses of wine.

Thanks for stopping.

Just checked out some of your poetry; escpecially enjoyed "Can I Share Your Bed"


Style is a big ticket!

thanks,
andy

Tasting the Tease







In the midnight madness
of my trampoline...ing thoughts
I find you naked, painting
my well-dressed imagination
with the lust of a nympth





your tipped-toes
spinning in the whirl-winds
of a hip parade
as the shadows
of your curves
waltz across
my craze





tease me further
into your vortex
where the chills
form the valleys
of my skin




as my pours
river the heated
water of my sweat
to your desgn






I love the hunger
I don't fear the want
I'm alive to live
in the thunder
of your magnetic storm




you are the particles
of passion's pleasures
awakening
my manly moans





in the soft shiver
of my longings
you are the breath of
my unspoken
needs






I am the caveman from the woods of another world gone by
give to me your sweet seed or tease me more
and watch me bleed






ajs​

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[TheRainMan]

welcome to the poetry forum, andy.

i enjoyed your writing.

some good stuff going on in this jungle, if you can hack your way through the brush . . .

keep your hatchet sharp.

patrick

 

[Cub4ucme]

Hi Patrick,

Nice to meet you. Appreciate you stopping by to introduce yourself.

My hatchet's dull but, my teeth are sharp.


Thanks for the advice!


Much Appreciated,
andy.........................on his first glass of wine!

 

[Cub4ucme]

Silk Offerings

I trestle your temptations
across blue waters
into soft coves
where your lillly pads
paint my palette pink


I was dreaming last night of noodles on a cherry string
some jazz band in a smoking room, the air full of B flats
your legs stretched out like silk offerings, tempting me
from below the red-clothed tabletop

I can't stear my dreams
they won't wait for me

There I was on my knees
sucking sweetness
from the flesh of fire
as your velvet button
swelled and shook
my world


ajs

 

[Cub4ucme]

Freeze Frames

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Freeze Frames


Why does the day break behind your eyes?
the clear-cut glass reflecting dawns
that fade to grays swirling in my cup

Your hips bent in the under-grass
of my hollow thoughts,
like a pendulum, you tilt my head
from left to right.

You simile my days,
like a confused raccoon
I paw through your cabinets,
seaching your womb
for more of your confusion.

I lay in the darkness
hand on cock,
exploding into the night.

I see you smiling
in the knowing light
of paused satisfaction.



ajs

 

[Cub4ucme]

Threads

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Threads



He must have something concrete
beneath his slumped gait, his gallant
moves to the right, snapped back,
in favor of left, with a tilted head
and twisted grin, meant for coming on.

It is a comma coma, before the pause,
think twice, it's only gramma screaming,
grammar in her most auspicious voice,
the tiles are cold on winter feet, they tend
to make the skin bump, but there's nothing
hiding between the fibers left from some
room filled crazy Sunday, the Yankees
blaring in black and white from an ogtagon

screen: And we all know now, that
black and white keeps the color better
than a twisted interpretation, besides
all the real men have gone home.

They tend gardens now,
plant their seeds in early spring
between a hoe and a shovel
the sun rises and sets
while they dream of
watching something grow
again, and again,
it keeps them going,
going, and then
gone.

...these commas make me think of her—
the one who writes the "so what" poetry.


She writes...

It appears the morning paper
spoke of grits and gits to share
while smoke rings from her shadow
circled in the smoky air...

there's a beat to life
and a beet to eat
and a stranger's knife
and a kiss too sweet

...and it all goes on...and on...and on.



ajs



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