one on one
no bars erect enough.
this blank stampede
bugged and bare
heirloom and constant bramble
flickers eye one century of wood;
astonishment hymns weed
songstress of tumour
hanging from a chord
in costume green enough
to pleasure craft and passengers unseen;
the brooding dark of pregnant anagram
spells unwise a penny for the guy
turning bright his harpsicord and flute
aloof beyond austere to sanctuary;
safe-haven with a pencils frown
etched on glass
more striking than a curse;
this curious sublime
of anecdotes from the smiling tongue of death
licks clean it's torso
dull but beautiful;
profound cuisine
eating with a Liger in a stream
chewing gristles fibre on a cabaret of thought
dancing with the arrows of distraught
piercing ears and the yellow of our eyes;
one on one
home comforts in a box.
a flame of teething whisky
a Highland cigarette
my reason for insanity
I haven't found it yet;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 23rd, 2023 13:15
- Comment from author about the poem: a sweet smell of success
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments2
Brilliant.
am touched by such a word Thomas.
thank you very much.
I could name a thousand reasons for your insanity lol, and a million for your genius, love this poem, it creeps out at the reader like 3D art 🎨
only a thousand Teddy ;o)
thank you...
generous in thought and words as always.
again.....thank you.
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