Audacious Dawn October 27, 2008

Dead pasty moonlight
Was calming to her
As she walked
Through a traveling trail

Tightening her gate
She slowed to a wary
As she swallowed
A garden so pale

Forging firm poise
She flattened her spine
As she shored
Dim air into veil

A blanket of dawn
Bore a confident fawn
As she shed
A shadow so frail

© 2007 Argonaut

Fable Child October 14, 2008

Rascal trail
A frosty way
Rogue directions
Filth and fray
Tussle, fight, screaming sleigh

Salted rags
Unraveled sails
Soaking up
Sweat filled tales
Fuss, bother, worried whales

© 2007 Argonaut

Savor Your Time October 4, 2008

To fall is to gain
To dance in the rain
To understand your piece of the line
To walk your path free
Of ropes and debris
So common within depressed minds
Everyone will fall
Past this great wall
And breathe will leave all with time
To savor is sight
To live in the light
Happy is whole in your mind
It takes value of breath
And no fear of death
To hope, to laugh, to have time

© 2006 Argonaut

Birth of a Dreamer September 25, 2008

Hollow bones hurry flight
As empty heads fill with light
And dreamers cast shadows with wounds

Fantasies grow fatter
As they sit atop ladders
Minds climb to the height of the moon

Illusions mature
As romance does stir
And failing falls fast into tombs

Hope begets wonder
As dreams crack like thunder
Hunger for sight fills the womb

© 2005 Argonaut

Hollowed Hope September 24, 2008

A visitor spoke with hollowed hope that she would take his hand
An empty man a day away felt her heartslip like lakeshore sand
The first two join, an old pair parts, and love leaks far from land

© 2007 Argonaut

Drought September 12, 2008

A grapevine did fall with seedlings so small they shriveled to the size of a sip.
Do you know which way the wind will blow when the world is so dry it will rip?
It will cry with the crows as we die in windows,
And the dust settles sweetly with ships.

Shadow settles sweetly and all listen neatly as night drips deeply from day.
As the devil drinks scotch, sipping swiftly from rocks, hell will begin to decay.
When fire jumps to the sky from oceans long dry,
Will apathy at last fall from grace?

© 2004 Argonaut

Bright Living September 4, 2008

To the sands of the west
I gladly bequest
My problems
My worries
My soul

Sift through your sunshine
And lend me more time
To live
To laugh
To be whole

© 2007 Argonaut

Snug August 24, 2008

You are a stranger
I am a coat
A pleasant vessel
Upon which to float

© 2007 Argonaut

Drip August 20, 2008

Drip falls a pain,
Dull as the rain,
Blood leaves the skin so pale.

Dropped from a height
Far from our sight,
To live in the depth of detail.

Life’s lived in degrees,
From death to disease,
The little things will tell our tale.

© 2006 Argonaut

Belle Fleur de Vigne (Beautiful Vine Blossom) August 16, 2008

Last night I had a dream
That life lived on a vine
Each of us in green
Waiting for our sign

Blossoms, all awaiting
A purpose and their time
To yield their true colors
And leave this naked vine

One bold Blossom creeping
Petals tempting light
Perfumed scent seeping
Into this sweet night

I mark this open Bloom
A soul finding its way
Discovering its life
By direction of the day

Many blooms do sprout
From this vine of age
All wanting out
To breach this tangled cage

I watch you bold Blossom
Simple beauty bright
As only tips of petals
Tempt my line of sight

On this day of light-let-in
You will surely weep
As days of happiness set in
With joyful tears to reap

Hope I send you Blossom
Full of colors stole
From a goddess’ grasp
To hold in your sweet soul

May your beauty’s untold heights
Grow bright for all to see
And the petals of your life
Persist to set you free

© 2005 Argonaut

Exist in Grace August 7, 2008

Sweet southern style
Slows the day’s dial
As the sun sips time through a straw.

We rockaway noon
And cradle the moon
As the sunset suspends in soft awe.

© 2006 Argonaut

Stone Grey Envy July 30, 2008

Swallowing pills like the day swallows souls,
A need for change, to make a mark on the world
Surrounded by flesh of the internal day
Surrounded by others trying to see the way
A blanket of envy, stone, and grey

Tossing out honesty like epics in hand
Stories start in the middle, castles built out of sand
Emptied by others, like a bottle in the sea
Emptied by brothers who I thought were like me
A blanket of grey, stone, and envy

A battle fought silently, like soldiers long lost
A cry echoes gently in the loins of their host
Completed by crusades designed to atone
Completed by love, all but alone
A blanket of envy, grey, and stone

© 2004 Argonaut

Poor as Poor July 18, 2008

What sense
Of smell
Of scent
Of Hell
Is satisfaction? Well,
Its quite
simplistic
when you
miss it,
its all
in all
a tale…

Of mice
of men
of drunken
gin
and wasted
days of yore.

For you
and I
can bake
a pie
but we’ll
never
sever well…

The timely
weather
that keeps
us tethered
poor
as poor
in hell.

© 2004 Argonaut

Apple Cherry Pie July 8, 2008

I tore
your apple
cherry pie
from this
treetop,
please don’t cry.
I spotted
leapt,
ripped
and kept,
this pie
of sin
and cherry sly.
It grew
and dangled
from this
tangled
group of
sprouting limbs.
While
I plotted,
Planned,
with opened
hand…
for hope of
future feasts,
and mangled
a beautiful beast.
Its pleasure was
quick
and its
juices thick
as I tasted
my well
earned prize.
Such
simple things,
as cherry bings
and apple’s
dripping juice.
They’ll drive
man and boy
to claim their toy
beyond moral,
scruple,
and tooth.

© 2004 Argonaut

two frogs June 2, 2008

two frogs sit pretty
tidy and well
two frogs sit empty
within a dry wishing well

both frogs quite hungry
both sitting dumb
both wondering simply
when the rain might come

© 2008 Argonaut

give the beachsand one last kiss for me September 30, 2007

These damp days just won’t dry out.
Rolling over me,
Unrelenting,
Cold gripping grains of history
Grind slowly against my side,
Rising with the tide,
Settling,
Deep ridges become shallow,
Footprints form and wane,
Each sharp edge of my defense,
Crumbling,
Slow motion crushing
From corner into curve.

First, each day creates you,
Forming,
Deep beneath a rolling sea.
Protected by layers,
By parents and prayers.
Unlasting,
Second, each day berates you,
Erasing tiny pieces.
Soft reality.
Remembering,
Time wears on us, determined,
Not to break us,
More to…
Polish.
Blending hard edges,
Into gentler forms.

© 2007 Argonaut

Fast Falling Angels September 18, 2007

A woman falls ill
Ravens flock to her will
A man lifts her dress
Finding much to impress

Women run east
Away from bold beasts
Drugs inject soul
Into veins full of holes

A woman undresses
A man then caresses
Her shadows on skin
Her softness a sin

Women push south
As moisture fills mouths
Trumpets sound loud
Passion drips from the clouds

© 2007 Argonaut

Feminine Feist August 23, 2007

An evolution of language
Melts into her mouth

Drunken destruction fades
Escaping through her shouts

I sink like sand for safety
Feeling beaten in this bout

She looks for a chance to crave me
Before I drift beneath her drought

© 2007 Argonaut

Empty Shelf August 22, 2007

Symptoms sit pretty
On shelves soon empty
Wrapped in pleasure so full

She dies everyday
Unable to delay
Her rebirth so beautiful

Her heart hides holes
While braving old coals
Burning the skin until cool

She sits simply
On shelves of plenty
Alone, no love for a fool

Love burns bright
Not blocking our sight
But reforming light into jewels

© 2007 Argonaut

Harmony Hinges August 21, 2007

vibrations of voice, echo pure to a beat,
rhythms rejoice, a sound bound to the streets
there is a right to be heard,
to sing,
to bring,
sweet things,
to ears that need stirred,
to minds that need spurred,
to sink audacity
beneath the brink…
our capacity
to think
about each enchanting word
beyond the reach of fetching birds
harmony hinges on the subtle
the few
splashing bravado in puddles
of hue
there is a right to be heard.

© 2007 Argonaut

Thank you Nina – Poem of the Day August 20, 2007

A big thanks to Nina over at www.NinaAlverez.net for posting my poem “Songbird Still” as the poem of the day over. Check out her website. There is loads of poetry appreciation to enjoy, along with some other insights.

Also, she is offering a free poetry book to anyone who wants to submits their favorite poem and is selected as the “Poem of the Day”.

Forgotten Brood August 17, 2007

“Forgotten Brood” is the working title of a novella I have been wanting to write for a while. I started on it this past month Below are 4 lines of verse I was inspired to write as the forward to the novella. I can’t give you any more details about it until I am farther along. But it is non-fiction and very much a mystery,

The secret of man is no secret at all,
On this pebble is an epic in hand.
His feet root firm despite a long fall,
Here in these pages is the secret of man.

© 2007 Argonaut

Entitled Man April 10, 2007

The roads are rolling quickly tonight
Flowing full of friction and fight
Men mowing down
Any green on the ground
And our children left only with plight

© 2007 Argonaut

Malnutrition April 5, 2007

Sands of sadness drift
Into dunes of despair
Our lives become stiff
As souls simply scared

Misery will sift
To strangers through air
An unwelcome gift
Our sorrow is shared

As a virus so swift
Left the earth bare

© 2007 Argonaut

Sprouting Soul March 31, 2007

I walked dwindleday
Through murk and rain
There the man,
I’d searched in vain

He soon sankdeep
In fields of germ
For we would quickly
Come to term

My knees groundfell,
Brow soaked through
Moist dirt, fertile earth,
There a new man grew

© 2007 Argonaut

Haunted A New March 24, 2007

Blinking terror flashes, as I wake through such a howl
Growling snarl and clinching jaw charge for certain foul
My dreams tend toward fantasy, not typical for nightmares
But since my life’s been threatened, dark dreams fill my night air
They drop like heavy thunder, cracking fear into my eyes
They shake from me the serene and sweet and replace them with demise
A face I saw few times before, sat far on flat skylines
His soft shadow sits next to me, this his life as much as mine

© 2007 Argonaut

Freshly Cut Grass March 17, 2007

Sharp scents of summer snap under feet
Blades lean low as to signal defeat
Crisply formed fibers flash emerald rays
Broken bodies stand dead drooped in day
Bashed and bright lay the meadow sleeping
Half lay lifeless and half are knelt weeping

© 2007 Argonaut

Quoth the Raven “Never More” March 7, 2007

165 years ago two fateful literary giants casually explored literary theory in letters to one another.

These two men were Edgar Allen Poe and Charles Dickens. In one letter, dated March 6, 1842, Dickens influenced Poe by informing him of the interesting practice of writing a poem backwards, or writing the last stanza first.

Apropos of the “construction” of “Caleb Williams,” do you know that Godwin wrote it backwards, — the last volume first, — and that when he had produced the hunting down of Caleb, and the catastrophe, he waited for months, casting about for a means of accounting for what he had done? [Source]

Poe can easily be described as a deep, dark, depressing writer, but (more…)

Green Eggs and Ham March 2, 2007

I do not like them in a box.

I do not like them with a fox.

– by Dr. Suess

Today is the birthday of a great writer and one of the first poets I ever read, Dr. Suess. A true genius when it came to connecting to children, he would of been 103 today. (more…)

She Screamed February 14, 2007

A lost diary page lied
On a grave with a kiss
I dreamt that he died
Last night in my sleep
I awoke in a sweat
From a darkness so deep

© 2007 Argonaut

Simple Directions April 14, 2003

I see a southern starry night,
She empties seas and creates light.

I feel a northern force beset,
I know his will won’t let me rest.

I see a man come from the west,
He steals my soul, I failed god’s test.

I feel a breeze sent from the east,
She cools my brow and brings me peace.

© 2003 Argonaut