Celebration day. One hit.
No comedy divine that spins
It's circus through a coin.
If I hurry will I see the shrunken heads I crawl upon
To the neck I cannot touch?
Much is all now merry to the pivot of an ear.
Mourn not the death of solitude
There are many stars more elegant than you.
Walking through the red meat
To the bone that seeps saliva
To where November woke
And spat it's metal deeper than a spark.
Now slow the chase that drives the inner-wheel.
Hark no angels singing for the breast-bone of a shark!
Bark no more this moon
That chases nothing more to catch an eye.
Is it your smell of fish I have come to love the most?
I cannot ignore the foreskin
Or the ornamental figures you despise.
Disguised as love, the ruins and the far right tangerine.
Music makes no more than all deserve.
Your elbows sing a love of all preserved.
Bite each whisper gently though conservative and lost.
I am as you,
no more a purple tenderstem
than you a price than all can ill-afford
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Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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I get a dark feel with a sense of pushing the limits and focus on the abnormal. Well written Melvine
I am not going to pretend i totally understand this because i do not, that is what i like about your poetry, is that i have to read a few times and slowly it falls in to place, but this certainly has a touch of darkness and boundaries being crossed. For me always a fascinating and enjoyable read. Thank you
Your opening line dredges Shakespeare's sonnet LII, line 5: "Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare,/ Since, seldom coming, in the long year set,/Like stones of worth they thinly placèd are,/Or captain jewels in the carcanet." Forsooth, the darker note woven throughout this half puts the soul to shivering instinctively, yet is by no means foreign to the celebration addressed, culling the heathen festivities which are unashamedly devoted to Death and devilry. Beautifully rendered, despite such details, with nigh exquisite imagery and a lurid yet erotic poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
I see the struggles of every day life in the UK far right and pennies, are my eye catchers, we are all wilting flowers at this moment, if we live in Europe, doom and gloom
I am as you,
no more a purple tenderstem
than you a price than all can ill-afford
In any case outstanding imagery emotion and thought provoking. 🌹
Disguised as love, the ruins and the far right tangerine
Dear Melvin, I can not pretend to interpret your lines here. All I can say is that I sensed darkness and violence. Anything disguised as love, is to be feared. Your unique expression defines your work and this piece I find very thought provoking. Kind of chilling. So well penned.
Well, my dear Melvin, as an American I cannot help but interpret “Disguised as love, the ruins and the far right tangerine” as a certain dodgy-haired dictator with an orange tan who recently dominated our political landscape; however, I’m not sure he’s disguised as love. Regardless of interpretation, your imagery is stark, dark, violent and grotesque, written with urgency. That comes across, and the other details get filled in by the reader and their circumstances - the beauty of deep, metaphorical poetry. Your surreal juxtapositions and fragmented narrative challenge us to engage with the absurd and find meaning in the chaos. The bodily imagery intertwined with cosmic elements creates a disjointed yet strangely cohesive exploration of the human condition. Loved this, my friend. ❤️ Your work always provokes thought and stirs emotions in equal measure! Bravo! 🌹👏 An easy fave!
Superb. Powerful work.
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