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Conjunction Junction What's Your Function

 

 

 

 

your poem throws me right into a nostalgia for it. The title of the poem alone captivates the reader and by the time one reaches the end of your beautiful verse, one feels the prairie in one's pocket. Simple down-to-earth images of "turkey", "rusty plumes" and "that other earth" in the poet's mind are not only powerful, but add a sense of humor, including that of carrying the earth in your pocket, which is part of your mindset. In fact, the poem does not only seed the earth inside the poet's mind, but, indeed, in the minds of his readership. Which is what a great poem does. The poet's exceptional craftsman is attributable to the subtlety, simplicity and imagery which make the verse flow and speak for itself :

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

today I exist through a heros twist paid fully to resist

 

inside of me grips the portion of sullen apathy...

 

 

 

Cuba is getting a bit colder after Castro took over

 

the in tuned harmony to its hidden beast reality

 

 

 

shelter through the leaves

 

taking over as you please

 

 

 

each haunted day we beg to borrow the need to pray...

 

fashionable Michelle Obama

 

 

 

silent through a fixture plain from deep enough to take over inside

 

conjunction junction what's your function

 

 

 

bargain basement blues

 

the set of Huey Lewis & The News,

 

a bunch of sprinkled dust scattered through the wind

 

late night bid in cell block 9 in prison,

 

 

 

those were the days getting caught in a purple haze

 

spot a high five to humbly keep your faith alive,

 

shadows break way from the frenzy within

 

Free As A Bird

free as a bird as if you already heard,

 

champions as a monkey studded flunkie

 

strip back the hall piece shapes for you to carry on in song

 

nicely page done turn as if you haven't heard

 

Swiss Miss to words that twist come together with a kiss

 

tossed as a salad with wings that travel

 

beats to wing your own

 

 

 

sought after wings to fly hence the page has turned so was the butterfly

 

yesterday we learn to having a page that would turn hearts to burn

 

free as a bird fly weekly as on the river Nile,

 

basketball toward the know it all with words that heal

 

basketball to the know it all

 

 

 

we have come way too far

 

the sorrow is ours

 

crusted chains in the cell block 9

 

love to be loved like never before

 

sealed with a kiss sorrow has missed

 

 

 

linger long within a song

 

Head Upon My Pillow

great rhymes you remind to place your head upon the pillow

 

Nancy Pelosi turned object of a mere notion of political potion

 

smashed in the delicate hill able to take ans taste a funny pill

 

reach down between my legs and ease the seat back learn to relax..,

 

social Armageddon in the frozen plush tundra taste to what you spring over

 

light as a bumble bee maybe she is dirty by a social myth she has spoken

 

bridge the gap between heaven & hell

 

such as the ringing of the bell

 

 

 

shear near comfort the table with a saw

 

radiation

 

vacation

 

the smell of it all

 

let loose on my caboose..,

 

shattered dreams fat lady sings

 

 

 

bring your mind at ease

 

as you do what you please

 

pepper steak and a side of an eel;

 

my mind is clearer now

 

both hands lifted from the plow

 

Magic Fountain

Magic Fountain

the fluid to the moutain
dare the magic fountain"

Right when I read your poem, this song came on. And for me it brought back some memories of a time when stories were really flowing and inspiration was on fire. Enjoyed your piece.
You know...: I find your works interesting to read. You always seem to hit some notes with me.
the press doth confess, how the masses are blessed, yet, however must contest, all that is the rest, its great that you do, put attempt to, a smile on a face, that some how may grace, your lyrical flow, of said generations know, just saying hello, also thanks, smile
the press doth confess, how the masses are blessed, yet, however must contest, all that is the rest, its great that you do, put attempt to, a smile on a face, that some how may grace, your lyrical flow, of said generations know, just saying hello, also thanks, smile
I love poems, like Wallace Stevens', that share internal references, like this title that appears as a phrase in the poem I just commented on! Bravo. The interlinking of poems with each creates a much greater impression within the total work when it is finished.,
Deep adopts to deep the social prism flow
make your mark and then will glow
across the isle which temples flow
suffer in silence, let your feelings go...

to bad out of reach to relax the tried bluer peach,
double trouble make your remark flow
bust up the beat to compose the tempo...

The Poet Man

The Poet Man

 

Black woods behind the old house,

In front a sloping field of oats;

Above a cloud curves in soft sky

like a silver ball, centered

against the cloud, beating with

Severe, painful clarity...,

 

The wing of the wounded swan

Below on the old wooden balcony

A youg man with white hair

his face the enigma of time

 

like a portrait in an old medallion

he narrows the oblique eyes

Warmed by the ;ight Wolcott sun

hammered by the heavy light sun

 

Hammered vy the storms

poet who writes the hearts dialogue

behind the house the woods grow into night

And wild oats by crazed in dream...

 

Unknown until this time,

He has become a knowledge of the heart

DIO

In a torn branch that was withered in the wind

A silence errodes its beckoning call
With a silver dollar tossed in a pool
It often pays to stay focused then to lose your cool
The one that has no faith in God will lose

Ronnie James Dio was the first ever to address the rule

For his was the rule of the game,
In shattered lines which wound & bind
The child listens & cry's;
In swift desolation through its pain,

In ardent briars close to insane;

With cloves of wretched stench in sulfur;
As a bruised reed amidst the closet below its altar
A deadly fix on the social mainstream headlong;
Heavy metal with twisted leather chains in pain,

An ambiance of shelter amidst the cry

To fall headlong then to believe it's ultimate lie;
Faces in the window with storms in the night,
Having fallen face down in viscous fangs that bite,
Often dripping blood off side;

So easy to run away & hide in the night,
Within a heavy metal pull ravaged plunder;
In full view of havoc proned in misery,
That balance of some equestrian melody;

With torn pages turned on a new episode,

Through a whole host of vile intention;
In mere stark brilliance from the setting sun
Amidst certain periods of social demise;
A short fuse in reluctant quest,

Within a chosen vessel to enter the rest;

With chosen words spoken in the dark,
Has now come into the fullness of light
To stand up and shout amidst the pain
Shattered dreams amidst the pain

Amidst the painted glass;

Hallways filled no one gets by on any free pass
Faces in the window storms in the night;
A laborer is intended to enter into its rest,
From some quaint chosen vest,

Faces in the window with storms in the night,
Heavy metal in the center of its scattered plight
The voice of reason is our successful right!
In this life never give up on the fight,

Keep your promises with your heart fixed right,
We live in a world that is strange,
They will take advantage & then rearrange!

Long Viscious Fangs That Bite

 

 

there it sat

 

viscious bloody scope

 

daylight for disorder

 

haunted inner ambiance

 

cascading introduction

 

trampled beneath the skull

 

this is how we roll

 

 

 

love was seen outside you vacant door porch swing

 

an even riing stunned by the noondays sirene

 

spaces with traces a new days dawn

 

there's magic below the fawn

 

 

 

in the inner spacious scope of things

 

spite to hear the door bell swing & ring

 

lice, dice & mice

 

there's torment in the sauce

 

 

 

go before the toss

 

even que what are we to do

 

a barricade left home an aid

 

beneath the soldier with bic number two pencil

 

 

 

the rolling wolves amidst its sharpened brow

 

The Avengers

The Avengers

 

 

 

toss in the towel

 

still to know all the great while

 

the system was slightly broken

 

a common word lest spoken

 

through thunder lips one could abyss

 

hidden sorrow through the loosened tricks,

 

 

 

seasoned with salt coming apart in the text

 

with words confessed

 

dirty laundry there goes the up stream

 

helpless, hopeless & agreed

 

 

 

shattered complex to the knees

 

the folks learned through the breeze

 

the national news coming across as you choose

 

a barber with shoes knock apart your blues

 

 

 

the avengers sharpened forever

 

 

 

we live, laugh & love

 

through the honest streets of gold

 

spare the word of time let go

 

bust up the beat onto its best tempo

 

 

 

see the timbers from storming nature

 

the desire affection in the ocean magic potion

 

love the benefit of affection from common dressing

 

trading spaces mass infection with used attention

 

 

 

The Avengers come clear an angel imparts to freeze

 

suckers in the motion to pretend

 

at close to defend within waiters end

 

a special pardoning vent

 

 

 

onto each section of the main gates phenomial preachers gather

 

behind its squeeky wheel a game of make believe,

 

see the notion of peace while you grief cheddar cheese

 

humbled by the cement blocks that oppose the gate farewell to please

 

 

 

fly by night on a distant right...,

 

pillows through Autumn billows fried to check

 

columns of minature but not forgotten smoke

 

since when do you Vape make no mistake

 

 

 

the parting confession from here to steal

 

Love

Today

 

 

 

today was in store a memory for more stop at your whole in the wall store

 

fashioned for energy folks equip for letting go through the window see;

 

hardened inside a New York mile wait for the minutes crown the dial a little wild

 

grip your hand from the great beyond addressed with vinegar from the great beyond

 

self settled for the mark turned ever bit right chosen to fight

 

beneath the swell the saturation let it be,

Today is the only day you will get so tomorrow forget in the asylum of faith
each day let it surface to noon in the bluest of a lagoon you moved to soon
faith is the substance of things hoped for the evidence of things to come
let your heart be renewed in the sequence of a song burgers are on
M.C. risen to the delight of the song can't we all just get along
rap to the rhyme to the rhyme of reason in the changing of the season
filled with vinegar we have a winner don't call me late for dinner
cooler hands will prevail its time to set sail,

gather together in us the weather formed we treasure at the river
cold hearts etched with fear why should I care somthing in the air why we care
Romeo & Juliet in eternity,,,
strong to the nectar bumble bee
the times they are a changing can't you see,
balance for power hour of power
slide to the hand as your busy by the hour,

 

 

 

thanks for those that came to compose a hidden garden of peace so sirene and solemn

 

fashioned from the notion of risk set apart at the swing bridges scream

 

Today set in prism glow of things you ought to know

 

swollen fetters in far off places leaving traces