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bluebuddah
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Category:
Poetry -
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General -
Language:
English
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i seek the lion
this is a book of poems and loose writings, meanderings on relationships, romance, mysterious longings, hope, the future, the empty treasure chest that is the past, dreams, nightmares, the ex-wife......... it will be illustrated. each copy will be personally inscribed and an original lion illustration will accompany the inset to each book given or sold....also a million dollars will be donated to my favorite charity on whichever planet i should choose upon the sale of the second millionth copy
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GIVE FEEDBACK
Imagine, a word, that
describes something real.
imagine a poem
one consumes like a meal.
imagine you reading
this fruit I unpeel.
imagine an ocean
the color of teal.
blue waters of fish,
whales, dolphins, and seal.
imagine a friend who
knows just how you feel.
someone close, like a lover,
you touch their skin and its real.
imagine a four legged companion
following close at your heel.
Imagine a day full of sunshine
where everything's bright.
and the smiles on folks' faces
make their faces look right.
imagine the sound of kids' laughter
fills you with wondrous delight.
imagine a world without war and
millions of people without fright.
imagine the war makers leaving
no longer wanting to fight.
imagine no weapons of destruction
that would be a sight.
imagine the twinkling of stars
as they light up the night.
imagine being stress-free
not wound up and uptight.
imagine two arms covered with feathers
now step from that cliff and take flight.
imagine yourself floating along
like a child's paper kite.
imagine this poem is finished?
i must tell you, 'not quite'.
imagine seeing our planet
from such a great height.
imagine looking down on all of that beauty
if you can, it just might.
..
Imagine
c.2008
describes something real.
imagine a poem
one consumes like a meal.
imagine you reading
this fruit I unpeel.
imagine an ocean
the color of teal.
blue waters of fish,
whales, dolphins, and seal.
imagine a friend who
knows just how you feel.
someone close, like a lover,
you touch their skin and its real.
imagine a four legged companion
following close at your heel.
Imagine a day full of sunshine
where everything's bright.
and the smiles on folks' faces
make their faces look right.
imagine the sound of kids' laughter
fills you with wondrous delight.
imagine a world without war and
millions of people without fright.
imagine the war makers leaving
no longer wanting to fight.
imagine no weapons of destruction
that would be a sight.
imagine the twinkling of stars
as they light up the night.
imagine being stress-free
not wound up and uptight.
imagine two arms covered with feathers
now step from that cliff and take flight.
imagine yourself floating along
like a child's paper kite.
imagine this poem is finished?
i must tell you, 'not quite'.
imagine seeing our planet
from such a great height.
imagine looking down on all of that beauty
if you can, it just might.
..
Imagine
c.2008
tinseltown
fairytales full of strangeness
from a childhood
float by in the night sky
framed by my window.
trailing her hand down this naked body
in the dark....
do i love you? yes i love you.
the memory still drifts
in the dimness of the room
i pleasantly call my mind
like some photograph awaiting purchase
at a souvenir stand.
am i an older man wanting a new story
no longer happy to stand looking
in the shadows,
sitting quietly in the shop awaiting
the tinkling of the bell on the door?
tired of waking to an erection
and a sky that is lighter than before
tasting that light in my mouth,
i wonder
what do i do next
with this place in time
that i call 'Now' .
c.2009
fairytales full of strangeness
from a childhood
float by in the night sky
framed by my window.
trailing her hand down this naked body
in the dark....
do i love you? yes i love you.
the memory still drifts
in the dimness of the room
i pleasantly call my mind
like some photograph awaiting purchase
at a souvenir stand.
am i an older man wanting a new story
no longer happy to stand looking
in the shadows,
sitting quietly in the shop awaiting
the tinkling of the bell on the door?
tired of waking to an erection
and a sky that is lighter than before
tasting that light in my mouth,
i wonder
what do i do next
with this place in time
that i call 'Now' .
c.2009
i seek the lion
once upon a time
there were lions
whose roar broke the whirling silence
carried by dry winds
and still air.
now their are only ghosts
of horses and men carved in stone
in the termite hollowed tombs of lost kings
where snakes and lizards sun their bellies
in the dry howling winds of daylight.
my heart
once a hunter in a chariot
with tall wheels,
resides now in ruins
worn and pitted by rains, wind, and dust,
in a small town far from the sea.
tourists ride through the town in
clay buses watching through their
clay bus windows, journeying to seek
hidden wisdom and secret pleasures
through city streets.
i watch from high places
behind closed eyes
as all this goes on,
revising and making necessary corrections.
everyone in the world is looking for something.
only i am seeking a lion
and not in the dim lamplight
that arises from the streets.
bluebuddah c.2009
once upon a time
there were lions
whose roar broke the whirling silence
carried by dry winds
and still air.
now their are only ghosts
of horses and men carved in stone
in the termite hollowed tombs of lost kings
where snakes and lizards sun their bellies
in the dry howling winds of daylight.
my heart
once a hunter in a chariot
with tall wheels,
resides now in ruins
worn and pitted by rains, wind, and dust,
in a small town far from the sea.
tourists ride through the town in
clay buses watching through their
clay bus windows, journeying to seek
hidden wisdom and secret pleasures
through city streets.
i watch from high places
behind closed eyes
as all this goes on,
revising and making necessary corrections.
everyone in the world is looking for something.
only i am seeking a lion
and not in the dim lamplight
that arises from the streets.
bluebuddah c.2009
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