I Hear the Echoes - Hello Poetry

Nov 2017

grumpy thumb

I was wondering about nothing
thinking about less
no feuding or fussing
no clutter
no mess
no anger or issues
no reason for stress
is this what it feels like
to be truly blessed?

Lasted about seven and a half minutes.

Nov 2017

L B

Personal Space

Did I touch you as I left?
That night of beer and music
Almost tipsy,
laughing good-byes

Backing into blindly
I felt an arm... a moment
guide me
before I all but fall
against you
Knew that warmth
of mass was male

You exhale
I sense your being--
behind
Amused
By accidental intimacy
I come unglued
By your flirtatious
catch of eyes
in lowered light
By faint fragrance
of whatever it is
you've drunk or used
to put yourself together

Turning
guarded
Apologize
glancing down

Women always look, though
however briefly

Anyone ever been to this pub? :D

Nov 2017

Lazhar Bouazzi

The Sea

A dark rim hugs an acre of
A zinc ocean - no fish, no birds,
Save a pure body, no soul,
No words, fluttering on a bro-
ken sea, and grimacing
From time to time, from
Wave to wave, in lieu
Of lifting an imploring hand.
©LazharBouazzi (2017)

Nov 2017

Frenchie

Frontal(lobe) Failure

I gave up
and I gave in.
I caved from the pressure,
and most benign of stress.

I fractured,
I broke the plate.

My cornucopia of delicious,
has no nutrition for my soul.
Meekly I settle for meager.
Weekly, I’ll settle for less.

At least this way I can breath within-
     -the full expansion of my chest.
     This way I can safely save-
          What little sanity I have left.

So to you, maybe I’m a failure.
Maybe it’s true, but monetary designations do not reign in my mind.

For love and life defines the greatest of wealth.

Nov 2017

zebra

SHAME

a poet of the id
i am shame
dishonoring myself gladly
a disgrace to clean thinking people
deconstructing the ramparts of a fake me
an obsessed child
desire without conscience
an ignominious plague
a broken bower
humiliated by holding back
the knot of obedience
and the abstinence of true will

this vile canker wants a kiss
i am mortified by nobility
why aren't people ******* in the streets
piling on like dogs
squalor in heat
evoking tender squeals and howls
like ear bleeding sirens on fire

oh genitals on a dais
a new spirituality
Aeon to come
myriad of divine liberations
and a new class of powers

wrend and weary afraid
while desolation pulverizes spirit to ash
my ******* tank is full
instead of taking my life
taking back my life
from the soul herders
ghouls of liturgy

i am
high minded
about being low minded

my scurrilous badge of courage
the ******* salute
spells freedom to flourish

have you seen death?

in the end
are we not all equal ?

Nov 2017

Francie Lynch

Crosses White, Poppies Red

Crosses white, poppies red,
Remember how, remember when
Pale petals fell from blooming roses,
And padded paths where freedom goes.

Fierce fires doused a would be hate,
To quench dry hearts, yours and mine.
Love and duty burned paper chains
That shackled in war time.

Wise eyes, bright minds, aged souls, young hearts,
Traded rockers for grassy beds;
Gave up gray for blue-black youth,
Now honored among our dead.

The rose that's guarded by the thorn,
Against the reach of many hands,
Does the same in all God's lands:
Yet still the life sap flows.

This time of year is here again,
But remember how, remember when
Fading pulses played taps then.
Remembrance Day must never end.

Re-post for Remembrance Day, Nov. 11.

#remembranceday