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The One That Got Away

Posted in One Shoot, One Stop Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on July 16, 2011 by dustus

I loved her, honest
Warm shoulder, face, soft eyes
Mostly imagined, as well as initial
Surprise pet names
Rats make for a stupid hat
Dancing spastic to Sinatra’s pack…
If like-attracts-like
Then I am insane

Benighted cotton balls, human
Upon magellin’ hair
Sniffling through catacombs—
Their ancestors spared
Licking skull eye sockets
Smelling condensed blood
Without squeaky pre-flights
No airline cruising bag of nuts
Nor fearing yawlps from elephants
Over cobalt blue tears
Coloring Ulysses butterfly
I’ll never tell—Pinky & Brain swear
Because one never really knows why
Some cast a wicked spell
Knowing it’s not healthy: staring into glare
Though rodents tickle smile growth
Your left side looks so dark and scared

Like unto her, recognized one
Took held breath from my yesterdays
Making me finally cut; the bleeding runs
Strolling edit, weekends come
Always wanting, aching fade
Craving thrills, smelling grave
Fair nuanced shake
I’ll squeeze that sponge
Drink lips, fears, spiked pain
As tales trail sensing time frames
Independent journey pines for nothing
Now, except sapling splinters— 
A privilege being a writer
Fucking sue me; one-shoot-me
Looking past this, future smiles
While mental illness crying fire
Patrons trample burning aisles
Saying cheese, final friend
When love is all I want and need
Until we meet again—

From Skinner’s lair to inside trees
Panopticons and lakeside springs 
Postcard composure
Photographs, dreams
Through notes, held keys
Wind-song through reeds while
The one who kept me up at night
Feeling nothing except history
That part of me… faux enemy

Died today
Remembering with a sigh
Will never be the same

Goodbye, One Stop

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Care for a reading of The One That Got Away?

*spectacular photography by Rosie Hardy

Chris G… wish you a fantastic new beginning, my friend.  Learned a great deal from you, and have high expectations for your future accomplishments. All the best for a great start in CO! Don’t be a stranger.

Final Words of Thanks….
I really don’t know what to say, and I’ve thought about it obsessively, go figure…. Guess it’s kind of hitting me all at once now. To sum up the journey, I’ve learned more about writing and poetry from real writers—dedicated, intrepid blogging souls— who bring their best efforts forth just about every week, even when they don’t link up, or opt to send poetic tweets. Through One Shot Wednesday and Form Mondays (each day really) I feel like I received a poetic education—gleaming gems of knowledge and inspiration prompting me to experiment with varied styles, take notes, make conscious decisions through my work. Those lessons prove invaluable; and Sundays, well, I never expected it to turn out so great. Big credit to Chris, and to everyone who posted and shared their thoughts with us. I’m grateful for your heartwarming kindness and encouragement.

Cheers.

Peace.
dustus

Wish Again

Posted in One Shoot, One Stop Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 25, 2011 by dustus


We move in step

Our pace succinct
Gaining strength
From weakened knees
Chest hive shaking butterflies
Exorcised to far side of trees

I’m not sure if this is real
Can’t believe just how I feel
Falling over the bridge to up
Each move un-knots
Sore landing spots
Sandpaper shuffles
At her flip-flopped feet
Living in arbor seas of green
Forgetting planks
Arched frown toward peace

Showing way to finally reach

Had me tongue-raveled
Talking of so many things
First loves
Lame high school scenes
College majors
Burning dreams
Books
Future
Failure
Depression
Creativity therein
What we’ll be
Depends upon
More than might
Brush off
Touch, set fire
In blue jeans
Live wiring
Electricity shorts out
Words come easy
Curtail breath
Over this stream
Two lives cross
Looking up to each other
With smiles content to spend
Reciprocal grins and sugar touch
Lakeside picnic basket lunch

here, her
Seeking
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………………………………….…As time trails
Through forest clearing
……………..Floating together
…………………………
tender warm wakes

Learned strides pasture worst mistakes
Full knowing now that she can hang—
Rather walking in serenity hand in hand
Where we miss and wish again
Discovering more than being happy
Finding joy that isn’t planned

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Want to listen to Wish Again?
The above poem was written for One Stop Poetry’s Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge. Chris G. interviews Adam Romanowicz at One Stop Poetry. Fantastic photographer!

Eavesdropping

Posted in One Shoot, Poetry Reading, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on June 11, 2011 by dustus

photo by Rob Hanson

Above this dusty relic phone
Laughter spring sentience
A map of soles
Connects body
Instep…

Movement calling arches;
Come in arches—
Convivial apogees
for filigree
Mechanisms fuse wire, ligaments
It’s cliché to say when you least expect it
Like news, dropping bombs without warning
To lose yourself through charged sentiment
Returning to amend again
Biochemical remnants
Stains memory into the glass of years
That should forever
Never
Stand
Your silence…

Five-alarm warnings, imploring, before life ends
Regrets that, meant, honor, discontent, mendicant
More when voices
Distill vibrations
Rendering whispers…
Most soothing…
Feathered sighs…
Intimate

Do I spy falsies?
Maybe that’s clear
Levity during tears for mortality
Intense, sears carving reality
As tragedy snuffs out waning night
Death pronouncements through the tunneled ear
Cease climbing toward the apex right
When singing bird chirps fill the morning air

Yes, I’m missing sweet words
The ones that we hold dear
Recalling felt a soft smooth face
Even hang ups, wrong numbers

Just wishing love to hear

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Want to listen to Eavesdropping?
The above poem was written for One Stop Poetry’s Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge. Rob Hanson took the fantastic HDR photo. Today, it is Part 2 of Mr. Hanson’s interview with Chris G. at One Stop Poetry. Awesome photographer. Go check out the interview.

On This Easter Day

Posted in Image Poetry, One Shoot, One Stop Poetry, Poetry Reading with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on April 23, 2011 by dustus


Do you remember me, Grandma?
These lilies are for you
Picked them at your favorite park
The one near Arthur Kill

Imagine she misses Grandpa
Night lights in vacant eyes
Drawn to sudden song from birds
Past war abducted mind

Do you remember me, Grandma?
When I was Little D?
Within your yard I’d cross home plate
Pretend to be a Yankee

And will you remember me, Grandma?
On this Easter Day
Slave labor tortured
We’re out of time
I watch you wheel away

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Would you care to hear me read this poem?

*The above poem is my response the One Stop Poetry Picture Prompt Challenge. The above photo is by a talented and kindhearted Canadian photographer, Mr. Greg Laychak! Check out his interview today over at OSP.


A Golden Scheme

Posted in Image Poetry, Poetry Reading with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on March 15, 2011 by dustus


This time I might discover life
Accepting death a golden scheme

Well squeeze moist eyes; uplift soft sighs
This time I might discover life
Repeats no points for bitter pride
To not break down—my goal it seems

This time I might discover life
Accepting death a golden scheme


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Would you like to hear me read this Triolet?

A, B, a, A, a, b, A, B (iambic)

*The above photograph courtesy of UK photographer Fee Easton. Fee was interviewed on  One Shoot Sunday.