DARK LIGHTNING

One crack of doom 

Made him shake in

His silent room

But majestic rain made

Life a magic spell. 

Near the open window

He would say with 

Every bolt of thunder strewn :

""In this earthly hell

I will dwell."

Sunlight's Golden Metal

The Miracle of Marcellino

Sunlight's golden
Metal
Of my dark dreaming:
The Age Atomic.

The Sun:
Golden metal
Of dreams
Horn-blast my
Earthly screams!

Wake up the
World's dreadful
Radioactive fighting!

O living
Nightmare in
Golden light
In the golden
Metal of my
Age Atomic.

Veil of Love

Painting by Maxfield Parrish

You have removed the

Veil of Love---

Showed me the colors of

Night's Enchantment!

O Heavenly Earth!

Let's plant pansies and love each other

As the flowers do

Until

Summer's Breath is through.

Onion Ode

"Mine eyes smell onions: I shall weep anon."

"All's Well that Ends Well" by William Shakespeare

"I will not move my army without onions!"

Ulysses S. Grant

*

O

Onion!

One Unity!

O

Bulb

of

Eternity!

http://www.livescience.com/45293-onion-nutrition.html

Feline

I called this 

Wild cat 

Bright eyes 

(And humans 

She sure did 

Despise) 

Came to 

My door 

With her 

Mew cries

Then she left again

And gave sweet birth

To three little guys

Who will take her place 

When she dies.

Love Is A Garden

Love is a garden that two lovers
Water
To make it grow,
But there will be weeds
And briars,
Chills and fires,
Mud and sapphires. 

You make my soul serene
And my brain mad,
You are a soft pillow
Beneath my head,
A soft wind that rustles
My heart. 

Spring is the meadowlark's song
And the butterfly's sigh upon the wind
While two lovers walk
Hand in hand.

Marshmallow Poem

The Kiss by Gustav Klimt 1909

Tonight I wonder

Where the moon is

And I think about your 

Soft, flower-like 
mouth.

But soft! 

I think about

Your eyes and
 how

They see me 

When we touch! 

The softness that

 is 

You

Touches me so
 softly. 

We are two soft

Marshmallows 

In love!

EVERYMAN

By Thomas Cole

I look down to see 

If there is any breathing 

In the dead orange cat 

On the road. 

I look at empty sockets 

Of eyes and imagine 

How they once saw the ground 

Skippity-hop dance 

Across the grass.

The tender furry body 

Of the dead orange cat 

Was killed by

One auto 

Of us all.

THIS LIFE IS BRIEF

this life is

brief

so let's not

excessively

beef

We want love and love poems

By Dorothy Brooks

We want love and love poems,
Not these dry, straw-like
Intellectual fires from pale minds,
Trying to tell truth, politics, morals, nature!

O sickly fishes in the beautiful seas! 

Imagine instead the pearly dreams
Of lovers dreaming of their lovers,
Or tasting the bitter and thirsty taste
Of their absent love. 

The heart can sing only
When it loves and is loved!

You Censored Me

You censored me when I wrote how America was
Becoming a dictatorship

When I said that Fascism's
Terror was already here in our own backyard. 

Homeland Security is making sure that we buy
And read the right books.

Homeland Security wants us to think and feel the right thoughts. 

This is a perpetual war for our tax dollars
To fight terror. 

Remember the war on drugs? Now we have more
Drugs than before the war.

WAR IS A DRUG! 

Will we have more terror after the war? 

I was censored when I wrote the truth.

I was censored when I criticized the Homeland.

I was censored when I disagreed with the government.

Blue Stars

Blue stars in Omega Centauri

I am beginning to see blue stars 

Again 

And they shine through me

 

Because of you they kindle 

In me love and hope 

These bright blue suns are 

Tiny heavens on earth 

And you are the queen

 of the 

Earth--- 

O weary, bright, ivory queen 

With your soft, white 

Angel wings,

 

I love thee

more than all of 

Our common despair.

JARGON

By Joe Forkan

A 

Really 

Far out 


{like}

Whatever 

Is 

MeaninglesS.

While Staying In A Cottage Along Boulder Creek Just Before Spring

Each stone I threw
Missed its mark
As I stood
Like a mountain
Viking and watched
For that barque
To cross the river. 

I threw an old corn cob
To give him a message
But the orange crusader
Who intruded my home
Left blue
With yellow
Eyes.

HOW OFTEN I HAVE PRESSED LIPS AGAINST WET FIGS

How often
I have pressed
Lips against wet figs or
Ripe peaches in summer
Tasting them
As virgin
Sweet first time
Womb uncovered
To any lips of mine .

How often
I have kissed
Lips against wet fingers or
Just plums
Dripping
Into my mouth
Singing lovely
Blossomy soft
For first time.

FLICK

Mick, I said, man's fingers flick their ashes
flick their ignitions flick their televisions
flick their radios flick their rifles
flick their dollars flick their credit cards
all men are mere mortal flickers flicking
their flick and it makes me sick
but I am not going to flick my bic or richard
slick, Mick, men even flick their chick they
flick her quick and it makes me sick the ways
men treat women like she was some inanimate
brick just good to flick their flick like they do their bic
and it's all so very sick and chic this flick
this trick.