Night Shift

Wide awake beneath a black ink sky only thoughts for company sharing bittersweet sips of coffee feeding the words in spiralling strokes on the page thriving in the creative pool oxymorons play with juxtapositions conflicting ideas united in device and the pen throws in a delicate pause whispered in the night as the synonyms and …

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A Poem of Beauty

I want to write you, my flame, my poem of beauty as my words paint your body the artist and poet whispering the grace of love and the elegance of desire as words capture the stretch of fabric taut across your breast and my thoughts linger in that delight like my fingers seeking the warmth …

The Waiting

The virtues of patience are wearing thin when the hands of time stand still after years of waiting so long in anticipation and yet now that I know the time is near I feel it is out of reach that patience running so thin it’s almost out with the mockery of time all doubts have …

Autumn’s Song

The sweet perfection of nature held within an acorn’s dark shiny shell marking the end of seasons with the promise of rebirth in the harvest a gathering of sustenance survival and new life gathered in the bread of hope the future of destiny in the circle that never ends © JG Farmer 2017 Form: Free …

Atrophy

Within pleasure the essence of pain stirs an awakening the knowing love will hurt too much but I want you so, I endure the pain as it plunders my senses until I want so much and I can’t instead my thoughts drift to a different dimension an out of body transition so, I can fulfil …

Grey

The nights alone as I lay thinking of you as I lay in the cool darkness the images of memory cascade through my mind through my spine through my heart my eyes obsessed by the beauty revealed in a lover’s kiss that delves into the senses without physical touch into the emptiness that feels no …

Raven to his Flame

My muse the spark of inspiration the flame that burns in the heart of the poet the heart of me you are the flame that inspires me my muse and if I could choose where I write the words of desire my desire for you I would write my poems slowly with my tongue on …

Do You Really?

You tell me you understand but do you do you really? Do you know what it’s like to be stared at by eyes wondering ‘is that a boy or a girl?’ That!!! I am not a that I am me a person with feelings feelings that burn when they dehumanize me with that you think …

Between Dinner and Breakfast

Remnants of beef and sweet potato fall helplessly into the darkness discarded into a kitchen bin while the dirty-faced army assemble in line standing straight and tall behind their tarnished steel weapons And the door closes as the light fades cascades of water steam against the tired detergent battering the weary until they shine in …