When the sun downs,
and night gathers again
its stilling cold embrace
The slow frost touch
Mr. Blue Collar snores, asleep.
Mingling with the only true relaxation
That his life gets
Dark catnaps in the middle of harvest.
Circles in the rye fields.
The Ergot Prince reeks pestilence.
Greek ancestors warrant this.
My minister strolls amongst the shadows
Newspaper tucked securely underarm
Sunglasses boosting morale
His boyfriend waits graciously
Palms moist anticipating his gentle lord
Who will soon grow bored enough
To fetch another.
Here comes an orb
Shows light on bitter pinched faces
These slumbering sinners
But I am awake forever
Coupling the pages
Tart and bitter.
See them on the day of rest?
Shaking hands
Smiling cheeks flush
Can you smell the sweat?
Feel the sheets soaking up our love
Hearing rich choruses droop from above
Nightmilk, Sunblood
Just drown like the kitten I killed at five.
Kite strung its purr neck
Bye bye Ebony
Fly high into the sky!
Cause man I pruned that rose bush
Fingers knew her insides.
Knees, got`-it on in her mud.
Sunset smooths again my features
Tugging at my wrinkle-less guesses
Darkening my hair & upping her dress
Filling solid lungs with the sweetest aromas of -
- The crying feast, and children carving squash
Big back handing blasts of color
I fall back,
then through,
and in.
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Written January 2nd, 2004
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I like it.
I love this! It sounds like a really good book! Lol. -
great stuff .. deep and enveloping .. and weird
I really like high marks here ..
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hmm...i must i really do like your phraseology hehe,
esp this part *My minister strolls amongst the shadows* really reminds me of a famous writer...but i just cant remember who..
this poem also reminds me of that gay priest in uk..or something
*thinks*
i felt bad for the kitty i hope its not true =P
altho this *Bye bye Ebony
Fly high!*
did make me laff..it just sounds so cute.
i love the last verse of this poem, it just sort of flows and i get a feeling of being rushed maybe..i dont know how to explain well..anyway
great =)
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Nyx
Said what I wanted to
Sorry about the above error hit a wrong key by mistake
I liked how you described the minister and all the metaphors that you used in this one
While the world can be beautiful for some it is also very tainted and ugly
Depending on where they go and what they do in this life
I have made a few bad mistakes in my life I dont like the tainted side very much
Nicely done
As ever
Susan~~~~~
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hit key by mistake
see new paragraph below........
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When you speak of this priest, i cannot help but think of that two faced god Janus, where he can be one thing, but also another, changing faces at will and whenever he feels it is convenient to him and noone else.
You make me think that, with your allusion to mud and roses, you find sex both beautiful (roses) and dirty/tainted (mud), but that it's still a thing of nature, and that it's almost natural now.
Sometimes, when reading your work, i think you are too good to be in this place, and that people like you come once every now and then, and then no more. I'm glad i first read your poem with the offensive title
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nice write i too agree with the above comment
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This was an evocative and drawing insight piece and I liked it a lot. I really liked the use of language and the almost effortless use of metaphor in your descriptions. Its very easy to read and flows very nicely. You have this unique way of being able to draw the reader in to the situation very easily and making them a part of that.
Nice work, tons of talent.
Nate.
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