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Monet In Pink

Monet In Pink

Void of explosive wires spread one accord explode
vanquished to its terms explode charm well missed
light through the load well spent affair
long is for near mercy explode it's faint
true heart rehearsal quit the furnishing;
the poetry...explode with commodity...
the sky is dull side ways pant with a cloth
the train signals a hearty applause
neat tide...

personification to plunge in an escape
Monet in pink closed in cement
rapture is for lovers...
climax bellow the bricks wedge in sticks
burdened with an excursion
hole with sneakers
the smell of creatures

flood the ancient bar
giving dull nature in a car
breath deep...breath deep..stand still & repeat

Wandering Nomadic Tribe (Nightmare)

Wandering Nomadic Tribe (Nightmare)




space hallow curtain this is one thing is for certain

space for certain why you winking stop your drinking

slight of hand rest in the journey for what was in store

bringing slight of hand a reason;


flowing..judging & flirting

Daddy's on Carters swing

love in a widows peak


bask in the vast magic from above

in your inner search like a bird on its perch

organic, ceramic & special...


Tossing and turning you know whats in flight

never give up on the fight

seeing you doubt in double tonight


shaped through colored glass no primitive path

kiss me...trust you see...a bargain you bask

Wandering nomadic tribe there sits an Ass


pleasant dreams high healed sleeve

chase back the flight a dew or die

Brave New Touch

Brave New Touch

 

always the curtain

Liz T...& Charles Burton,

cold clap in the middle

sift through the burned

learn to turn a light

back in the business

shatter the leaves

clear as a screen

learn to shoulder

crazy new order

wait your turn over...

to release a solemn tune

belly on the flops

this homeboy do think a lot

gone away too soon cut

gone away too soon

gone are the days

used to frolic in a haze

pay attention to the noise

look at...

look at...

clouds & chipmunks
underneath it all we are after the same thing
poetry..the stuff deep inside of me
burning in anguish frozen pee
closet breath with mothball scent
here I hide between the frozen chew
look at my elbow parked outside my window
order form...

look at the magazine soft porn inside
the billows be your guide
soft hand to speak
stand still & repeat
Led Zepplin song remains the same
a grocery date with Stop & Shop's,"Marty"...

a token of well gestures
Pee Wee Hermon jerking off in the bathroom
although widows peak summoned to the barn door swing
minutes to breath with sex on the beach

God is still in my heart through a latent guide
thoughts of underware..
come as good as it gets..
Major Jackson & Louise Gluck,
spring down with action
pillows with cashmere attire;
I sip on the magic potion
away from the casino tight token
breath in the sweet tense,

John Ashbery dead at 90
a slight riddle in the sand verticle
a double work slight of hand...
Rooster gay friend
he will be missed in another pardon kiss
people, faces & traces

Oceanic Flame

Oceanic Flame

Triumphant Surgeon

tossed beneath the crowd having a robotic clown full force to reach
crowds a blaze encountered a well known stretch hear the vault slam
shadows beckon in the wet window a horse came dwarf below its nest
Triumpant surgeon on my neck horrific known a glass well vent you see
shattered dream in plot of delicious ice cream a Maxwell scream freedom ring
turn the noise from each violent strain stand still in the frame pillows gain
browse through distant shattered glass full force then to react

fly through the closet the surgeon is well aware wanting to me draw near
the oceanic flame borrowed in it's chord of a smile still know all the great while

Zombie Torch

utmost desire coming down to the midnight wire
shooting desire on the tapestry to hope to taste
love is sin heelp to begin coffee ring cyclone sting
beggar trace make no mistake patterns to help see the sun
rainbow when evening falls she'll come to me soft and warm to touch the face
we believe we touch the rainbow right away to the sun on ships of wonder
lives not unreal we'll count the door...,

Dio left to meet the tempo here we go
outside when winds collide,
we near believe we shall touch the rainbow
the lights not the wheel from shades made of steal count the door

venture through a haze...,
there's a distant light it's all right
sail above the sky
shadows flock the sane debris

love is taunt to you peace to the world take you to the star
Rainbow slow to fountain
close the door to reality
best fits the zombie clock

Color Of Blood

there is a strange list

to there wet ranger of clouds

stroking our fields;

heavy pheasants were

high in ther wind, high over

currernt shrubs, unknown grain

 

Old trees moan like a boat,

were all their branches witch arms

They toss worn gloves at us

as if we are ready to be

 

shoverlerd over with dirt

Pulling damp bedding 

from clips, running

great straw baskets to ther house,

 

Silvere-berllierd grasses lift

their cat fur, could spit

blotching us wer hurrey

Veins of wind light, we see

 

their color of blood

 

for an hour we lean on north walls

wearing blankets, ther house underwater

we see ourselves circler through

streets, gripping shingles 

caught in ther highest breanchers

rising from their water, fish claws,

But all this wind

hits ther barelery field and dies

B28-POEM 1 MY TRUE LOVE

MY TRUE LOVE HAS MY HEART & SOUL,

MY TRUE LOVE BY JUST EXCHANGE ONE FOR ANOTHER & GIVEN;

MY TRUE LOVE, I HOLD YOU DEAR & KISS YOU.,

MY TRUE LOVE, THERE WAS NEVER A LOVE SO HIGH.

MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS

AUTHOR 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

THIS IS A WONDERFUL LOVING POEM YOU WILL ENJOY READING IT.

A Vortex To A Quill

A Vortex To A Quill

 

 

 

 

 

shaped from the tiny fragmentation of the impulse in my mind

 

blinded by the mere silence in its brigade of solemn tenderness

 

alone I sit on a high hill visually seeing the passerbys visit then leave

 

a quaint encounter to the vast duration of negate circumstances

 

all of life is a test each of us is caught up in its fix you see

 

out of sincere necessity one is willing in which to achieve

 

the heavy garb of compromise is suddenly removed from there eyes

 

does it come at any big enough surprise the closing of the door

 

another window will appear this time very clear

 

light & love

 

 

 

 

 

hands, eyes & feet

 

shadows block the vortex in my magestic thoughts

 

once again I'm on a raft near the shore I suddenly get tired falling into a sleep

 

next I know I'm out in the middle of the sea away from know civilization

 

life hits us hard when we least axpect it to

 

many have bitten off far more then they could ever chew

 

sullen brevity

 

the quill is a welcoming mat for all to enter

 

a heart saturated with truth will withstand the truest test of time

 

sublime

 

 

 

many times we have to come up for air

 

a little folding of the hands and then

 

hopefully you will understand

 

yet a heart will not beat something it clearly can't

 

the mere notion of love is not for the faint hearted

 

love permeates a soul vested existence

 

with columns of lavender torn in its vested mockery

 

we now come suddenly to a close for I never felt like this before

 

you were all I was living for