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Blue Haze3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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haiku3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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cacophonyas dusk settlescacophony2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
we leave the pond behind
the cacophony returns
Iubire intr-un lan de nustiuceIubire într-un lan de nu-ştiu-ceIubire intr-un lan de nustiuce2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Toate iubirile se întâlnesc la un moment dat
Aş vrea să mă nasc în tine, ca într-un ou cald şi rotund,
Să stau acolo şi să veghez, să stau acolo şi să mă gândesc cum ar fi fost
Şi să fie un cu totul alt anotimp
Între pământ şi cer nu este nicio diferenţă
Între mare şi mine s-a pus un junghi ce mă macină
Femeia de la bucătărie mă mestecă în fiecare zi câte puţin
And then Beauty saidYeah, he is quite the beast.And then Beauty said2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
flowersfingers caked with driedflowers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blood, sticky and a mild odor.
job task complete was only
focus - wings make-shift from
dead pigeon feathers, cardboard,
crushed glass to glitter fantastic
in the sun's catch light - stitching
and stitching on his shoulder
blades the wings, calling the
pain the "poke monster".
everyone tells lies with truths
tricked into doing tricks,
losing it's identity, emptying
it's essence, oil sticks resting in
empty bottles, dried, gone.
with the pressure build-up intensifying,
the exit immediate foggy to see,
wings to carry away far was fashioned,
atop skyscrapers high he stood;
the people looked like the tr
dedication to an angelI will never let you godedication to an angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never let you down
never let you drown
in the tides of life that come
I'm not wasting more of life
on lesser lights and dreams
than spending it with you
whatever that takes from me
Dancing barefoot in the snow
I can feel your eyes
watching with surprise
that I feel no pain
But I am merely resolute
and dedicated to your love
and your happiness
and I will dance my prayers
I will never let you go
never let you down
never let you drown
in the tides of life that come
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
White Sunday 85: awakeningat times of sorrowWhite Sunday 85: awakening3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will be there when you wake
take what you need of my soul
my strength my love my life
for it is yours
and when you need it
I will be there
no mocking judgment or rage
for in the morning, the beauty
of holding you is my evidence of God
and that the world spins true
and so for you
I pour out my moments
I will be there
I will hold you to me
and to all your coquettish promises
and kiss your hair, touch you
in ways tender and passionate
and ask you to let me
shoulder your burdens
I will be there
to me it is an act of love
to trust me with your pain and sorrows
and I will never be less
than a loving part
IntimationsOne life, one moment,Intimations3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a plasma that pulses,
within time's lacunae
Mind's kaleidoscope:
brilliant bits of your past
tumbling into place.
another hollow midnightanother hollow midnightanother hollow midnight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
these are the times
when I wish I'd liked the taste
of that first cigarette
something to do with my hands
my mouth
my money
besides sitting here
sitting here
like a deflated toy balloon
to avoid pacing
or curling up in the corner
and finding solace
in shadows
another hollow midnight
it's not that she's
not here
obviously
because the sheets are straight
and there is no telltale
outline
of where she fell
with me on top
finding my way
another hollow midnight
it's that she chooses
not to be here
and I can't argue
with her logic, because she's right
we make no sense
at all
but that's the way
Helpless BluesYou say that you're sorry,Helpless Blues3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and I say so what?
You say that you're sorry,
and I say so what?
I'm leaving you, baby,
if you're sorry or not.
Now you're baking me biscuits,
with jam on the side.
Now you're baking me biscuits,
with jam on the side.
But I'm leaving you, baby,
soon as I have a bite.
Now you're nuzzling me, baby,
in the place that I like.
Now you're nuzzling me, baby,
in the place that I like.
But I'm leaving you, baby,
soon as I stay the night.
Now I'm thinking and feeling
all that I have to lose.
Now I'm thinking and feeling
all that I have to lose.
How could I leave you, baby?
I'd have nothing but blues!
The Butterfly The ButterflyThe Butterfly4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I love you" she said, to the man in her bed, to a boy in the street and two more in her head.
"I love you" she said, to a man in a shop, a boy at a party and another she made up.
"I love him and him and I love you and you but it makes me feel blue, it makes me feel blue!"
If you cannot find love for yourself then instead, you will find it with only the heartless and dead.
Waiting on My Man BluesEvery time I tell my manWaiting on My Man Blues4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
some little thing that he could do,
he says do that for yourself,
then come do this for me too.
I'm waiting on my man,
every day and every night.
From the first thing in the morning,
till we turn out the bedroom light.
He only says she loves me
when he's happy as can be.
You know that I don't hear it
even one day out of three.
He isn't mean or evil,
but he likes everything just so.
And sometimes my friends tell me
I should pack my bags and go.
But he is tall and handsome,
and there's some things I can't say.
If I told you all about him,
then you'd know why I stay.
I'm waiting on my man,
every day
SpillMicrowaving milk to make a latte,Spill4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but my mind is somewhere else,
and somehow the mug of hot milk
has been knocked out of my hand
and has fallen on the stove, milk
is burning on the burner where
the espresso pot was sitting, and
even some of the coffee has spilled,
the stove top is a small hot sea
of milk and coffee. I shout "Oh!"
and B. comes over, she offers help,
but no need; I can clean it up myself.
One thing I have learned in life
is how very much can be cleaned up
if one goes step by step. So I do,
and there is no latte, but still about
a half cup of espresso to drink,
and everything is nearly good as new,
though tha
Soviet PenisI used to worship my penis.Soviet Penis4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Didn’t know I was doing this,
thought I was getting lucky,
but no,
it was penis-worship.
Now my penis
is a discarded Soviet statue.
The snow piles up against it
and doesn’t melt
until June.
vegetable memoryat a Chinatown vegetable stallvegetable memory4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I say, ‘that smell reminds me
of a store where I once worked’
my wife says, ‘you really are
working class’ and I say ‘never
hid the fact’ ‘no, you didn’t
just now I see you meant it’
Glistening Bright IslandsGlistening Bright Islands4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now is the time for bitter
angry words,
accusations,
recriminations,
to fade into dust
and shadows of dust.
Now is the time
for the good memories,
the laughter and jokes
over meals shared,
for every good thing
to rise.
To rise like islands
from the sea
you loved so much,
to rise and glisten,
like bright islands
in the sun.
- my sexy reflection -my sexy reflection- my sexy reflection -4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I woke today
with this infection
that covered all the pictures
on the wall
I look in vain
for that old mirror...
the one framed in wood
that shows my perfection
and brings to the eyes
my sexy reflection
Philosophical BluesSartre said "Hell is other people,"Philosophical Blues4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and I believe that may be true.
Sartre said "Hell is other people,"
and I believe that may be true.
I don't know about everybody else, baby,
but hell is definitely you.
"I think, therefore I am,"
is what Descartes had to say.
"I think, therefore I am,"
is what Descartes had to say.
Well, I wish that you'd stop thinking,
maybe you would go away.
And then Bishop Berkeley said,
"To be is to be perceived."
And then Bishop Berkeley said,
"To be is to be perceived."
If I don't see you, baby,
will you finally leave?
Esenta de ochi"Cel mai frumos ochi al meu vede cu încetinitorulEsenta de ochi4 years ago in Other More Like This
despică măruntaiele zilei
şi mai şi lăcrimează de la dermatograf"
Vor să-l facă doctor. Radiolog-
să descurce suflete, fără poligraf.
Uită cu toţii că cel mai frumos ochi al meu
trebuie să zboare.
thoughts 025 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Project ParanoiaIt was a "nothing special" day with a strayProject Paranoia5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cloud hovering here or there, a breeze so slight and
melodies dancing on Henry's mind.
Regular bus was to arrive in a few minutes
as he approached the stop with a few
others lingering about; a gentleman smoking to his
left, a young group of tween something girls
giggling and showing pictures on cell phones,
an older woman with canvas tote, so environmentally
sound and... a wad of cash sitting
right in the middle of the lot of them.
Henry approached the wad of cash carefully,
looking at the group of people suspiciously.
Didn't they see this? Didn't they see the money laying
so openly r
I will come for teaI will come for tea, as promised,I will come for tea5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to make certain you are well, in your exile,
hiding out from the complexities and vexities
that got in the way of who you wanted to be.
I will bring a small, lacquered box,
which I will take with me when I go,
leaving behind the gift of this year's visit, always there,
but never the same and something of a mystery.
I will come for tea, as promised,
and you will show me your garden, a source of pride
and life and the colours you draw upon to paint
and write and give us sight into the world you rule.
I will walk the cliffs with you, the sea crashing
with practiced rhythms that we will have to adapt
Sta.sh
