Poetry, stories and strange odds and ends from the desk of a writer
Texte: The poets were good teachers, for they taught Earth had this joy; but that 'twould ever be That fortune should be perfected in me, My heart of hope dared not engage the thought Robert Seymour Bridges The poets were good teachers, for they taught Of visions unseen by the human eye Of beauty seen … Continue reading NaPoMo 30: Poetic View
Cascades of thunder growling from behind Embraced as one without a thought or care The dreams of lovers laced and thus entwined As torrents fall while we are unaware Beneath the foam our two souls are aligned Amid the icy spray crossing the air Cascades of thunder growling from behind Embraced as one without a … Continue reading NaPoMo 29: Downrush
Pen and ink marks on paper clichéd rhyme and metered lines the practice of finding the voice soft and feminine end of lines gave way to a stronger rhythm the rhythm of a poet’s soul the growl of a heart tired of breaking in the silence of hush, don’t talk about it keep it inside … Continue reading NaPoMo 28: Poetic Journey
When hearing future times echo within A moment to pause and see her within The innocence of love inside their eyes And he touches her skin to feel within Her belly tight with the tension of new life As ultrasound echoes the proof within The words of love have now led us to this For … Continue reading NaPoMo 27: A Moment
Give me your love, a man desires it all Even though he is undeserving of Your thought, it’s to your heart he makes his call So, standing here I say – Give me your love Or shall these words be lost, never heard of His heart thus left into the pain and fall Beneath the … Continue reading NaPoMo 26: A Man’s Desire
Once more love’s kiss loosens my tongue jiggling my senses as they clatter in bittersweet torment undeniable yet irritating like an insect silently wandering over my skin or a soft summer breeze disturbing the stillness of a chestnut tree Your touch so good that it makes my chest rise and fall refreshed and cool but … Continue reading NaPoMo 25: A Nod to the Greek Poets
The storm raged around me the prison of thunder and rain keeping me static never moving on as the lightning crashed inside my mind ceaseless recollections back in time repeating echoes of pain no place to turn nowhere to go no place to call home there is no escaping thoughts trapped in the mind flashing … Continue reading NaPoMo 24: Surreal Similitude
The Earth is dying, killed by human kind The unkind acts of living hell We want it all but take no time to find The art of living safe and well The Earth is dying, but who really cares Enough to seek a future quest Our selfish greed that holds no future shares Our kids … Continue reading NaPoMo 23: The Time Has Come
The clean shirt and denim jeans No more in-betweens, just me No more hiding it inside A rough ride, but I am free Stepping out and coming out Too long shouting in the dark Today is it, can’t go back Their flack belongs in the ark Head high with pride, standing tall It took my … Continue reading NaPoMo 22: Shirts and Jeans
Our day has come to love beyond the night To ride our wave against the world of fear Give me your hand and let me draw you near My love, come join me on the wingless flight And destruction may be the way ahead My arms embrace will hold you ever close Protect you from … Continue reading NaPoMo 21: The Pact
Clouds scatter beneath waxing moon and her sensual fullness silently reflects silver white in the long grasses of the wild meadow as we listen to the breeze of late summer mingling with the soft sounds of night a night made for kissing as fingers tango lightly on skin to the natural rhythm of rustling grass … Continue reading NaPoMo 20: Silver White Reflections
Outside the crimson pout is not me and my soul denies the mascaraed lashes while an imitation smile hides tears within the pseudo echo of myself a shadow with painted lips that say the right words and my spirit stays silent and broken inside Inside I hear you calling my name but it can never … Continue reading NaPoMo 19: Inside Outside
In darkness whispers kept talking to me And whispers echoed around in my mind A growling roar that once was far behind In the realms of a childhood fantasy Those days before my soul walked strong and free When the future dreams were not mine to find My heart was lost, afraid and running blind … Continue reading NaPoMo 18: On the Way Down
My heart is all there is inside The man who gives his all to you And still I feel there’s more to do Emotions lost, my thoughts denied A silent soul in sacrifice To reach the skies beyond his dreams Within moonlight to calm his screams For love demands the higher price His heart has … Continue reading NaPoMo 17: Redirection
Things happen when you drink too much and at the wine soaked kiss I gave you my heart scrawled on a beer soaked napkin you loved me and I loved you until we woke up to the perfume of stale sweat and alcohol and dreams of love ended in a hangover’s haze © JG Farmer … Continue reading NaPoMo 16: Soaked
The hours and minutes mean nothing Where tides relax in ebb and flow Far out at sea the sailors go With cosmic skies gently guiding And time means naught on mountain tops The peaks now lost in heavy clouds So snow may kiss them in their shrouds Vistas of chocolate box backdrops Clocks have no … Continue reading NaPoMo 14: Out of Time
Today we grieve your leaving, friend As mourners walk on by No tears we cry as it’s not the end As our memories fly We lived without the reasons why The paths of life should send Us here, always seeking the sky As friends, we’ll never end © JG Farmer 2017 Form: Alternating Quatrains
Romantic oils on stretched sheet Expressing love in ways complete The curving lines mean nothing much Without the flair of artist’s touch Her beauty held, so poised and still As if captive to his own will Her beauty, his vision to hold His brush stroking, so soft, so bold Creating impressions of skin While finding … Continue reading NaPoMo 12: The Nude
What star should I lean on As I walk the path of life Towards my destiny, my future, my death Who is the star that leads me? The shining example of doing it right Who is the man who stands beside me When seeking that second opinion But trust only the instinct of self To … Continue reading NaPoMo 11: Tad-cu
As time passes a boy must become a man leaving behind the carefree days of youth to shoulder the weight of life but a poet will always write of love and fear of sun and rain of seasons turning again and again old times and new the poet remains to record the memories that is … Continue reading NaPoMo 10: Rite of Poetry
Where the sea meets the moon-washed shore There lies a world he knew before The summer came and stole his dreams Of peace and tranquil lunar beams A world of love now far away Of beauty lost to summer day Instead he longs for sultry nights Far from invading city lights And his eyes close … Continue reading NaPoMo 9: Tranquil Lunar Beams
I thought I knew enough to understand until her lips met mine when our hearts beat as one the sweet brandy taste of her intoxicating and liberating as my mind saw love in a unique way decadent as melting chocolate luxuriating on my tongue and I knew nothing as I yielded to her kiss © … Continue reading NaPoMo 8: Melting Chocolate
In the gathering mists of living I found a man sitting alone beneath the willow tree his eye caught mine and I felt a chill in my bones as in the darkness I knew his name we’d met before too many times but this time I didn’t turn back instead I sat beside him it’s … Continue reading NaPoMo 7: Mists of Living
I sit alone where birds have flown A glass of wine held in my hand In silver light, I understand Beneath the moon, I sit alone What can I do but think of you As you sleep on without a care And words I write with none to share I feel my art what can … Continue reading NaPoMo 6: The Moon and Wine
As mountains rise toward the sky The spring rainbows across the ground New life is gathering around And eagles call from up on high Forgotten vales of winter white As flowers replace thawing snow In valleys, I have come to know I find my place of sacred light My god, once dead, is young again … Continue reading NaPoMo 5: To Loki
A cage of flesh imprisoning the man doing time for being born the wrong way and long hair falls over my eyes hiding the tears of frustration from growing in all the wrong places so many questions with no answers each breath restricted as they jot down my words assessing my identity a long history … Continue reading NaPoMo 4: Incarceration
Romantic heart that graced paper and ink Inspiring poets far beyond your time With words that danced across the years between And on the page your dreams of love are seen By lovers seeking the sense in a rhyme And as I write my dreams begin to think Of Byron, Shelley, and Mr. John Keats … Continue reading NaPoMo 3: Romancing the Verse
What hides behind that old closed door A mystery from days before What secrets kept by concrete walls And does it hear the future’s calls Or is it lost for evermore? The old man sees the days ahead Alone; a widow now she’s dead Yet memories will always be The joys of love, of he … Continue reading NaPoMo 2: A Man’s Refuge
Was innocence lost or love gained That night beneath the shining moon Our bodies wet and unrestrained The lust of youth that came too soon That night beneath the shining moon A virgin craving for your touch The lust of youth that came too soon The boy yearning for far too much A virgin craving … Continue reading NaPoMo 1: Inauguration
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