the nights i find are total delights
indulgent a muse red tannins imbibed
and all the world neath shimmering pearls
blue blankets moon blossoms kisses from girls
and for my love i am a hedon
for gay is blush bacchus with whom i reason
that now i find Nature a scarlet creature
with her motions she wakes this enamoured satyr
and finds my body naked on the world
beneath firmament s blanket
and shimmering pearls
Month: May 2015
French Press (or ‘Would You Like a Cuppa Coffee’)
I am reblogging this for dVerse Poets “Everyday” poetry prompt. The tenor and vehicle are both things that I do, or at least I should, enjoy daily, so I thought that it fits. Please enjoy!
Two minutes to eternity
So I enjoy the wind
The summer breeze does taste as sweet
As the lips of Her, my friend
The fainted flavour of Her kind
That I do eager meet
And such my single, solid mind
Shall worship at Her feet
From up her toes, those glamour gams
Shine brazen in the sun
Her goose-fleshed pricks send men to fits
Of which I am but one
Each one drunk in a punch-drunk love
From which we all repent
For lust that lingers on our tongues
Shall bring our descent
Alas, but one mere minute gone
My mouth still burned with thirst
Then I do spy from up her thigh
Oh dear… I must be terse
The womb of man and all his kind
Shall in no way diffuse
The weight upon my maligned mind
Which found where went its muse
Into Her bosom, higher still
The…
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Thursday Morning Tanka #3
Rusting leaves collect
In the molding, blind corners
Of an empty home
Dressed in the day’s disaster
Witnessed by these hollow bones
Thursday Morning Tanka #2
Morning passes East
Over turbines and mountains
Brushed in nephrite jade
I inhale the droll passing
Of heavy burdened nimbus
Thursday Morning Haiku #1
Rows of flowers sun
Lazing in the morning ease
Bathed in soft sol glow
月見時に
月見時に (tsukimi ji ni) As we watched the moon
我々笑った (ware-ware waratta) We laughed
大声で (ookigoe de) In a loud voice
朝にすぐ入り (asa ni sugu iri) Into the early morning
まだお目を慕う (mada ome wo shitau) Still, I adore your eyes
This poem has been submitted to dVerse Poets under the prompt “Insta-Poetics.” There is a “2am” in the poem which I think will be easy to find. For those “form”alists, there’s a reason why lines 3 and 5 have an extra syllable in the original. 🙂
Renewel
In the mail:
one new one old passport
10 years of lines
Timber
Sunday morning fog
Lingers in the Aizu Air
The buildings downtown obscured
South, just south, of Shinmei
The plume originates
Peppering the harvest air
A couple stand
hand-in-hand
60 years between
now in the street
And I think
- I love the smell
of timber
In the Air
Be there a bumble
Be there a bumble
Flitting by lavender leaves
Drenched in morning dew
To bring the sweetest honey
For the eve’ning’s bitter blue
Morning Fete
Before the world explores her day
and light defines the sill
The padding of a spring-fed rain
implore my eyes to peel
To sit and drape the stark night’s cape
bare, moonless; clothed in clouds
About my chest and naked breasts
To muse her muddled sounds
‘Til morning rays do draw my gaze
on perfect peaks desire
And up like wraiths her ghosts escape
to heaven they perspire
Now I alone – alone at last
find droplets rapt in fete
Her heavy sighs caress the mind
My soothing morning rain
Mild Musings from a Mediocre Man 