Gord

2018-11-05 10:53 am

My heart filled with love,
Only my paintbrush coveted.
Simply a coward with canvas,
To give forms anew, forever,
Formula new, for you toward,
Perhaps to give in retort.
To highlight, grey,
Brush dusty and disdain,
My desires of microphones,
Speakers though, just saying.

Gord

2018-11-01 06:54 pm

Reading of lives I enjoy deceit,
My letter bold, italic and neat:
"Please hear me, Greek, leek,
I sometimes write nonsense,
Lest hope you would hear it."

Leading my lines,
Foreseeing poetically,
Receiving a liar guilty.
He says:
"For stanzas today, teacher,
I stand like bread features,
My brother filet beside me."
For once he doesn't lie,
Looks for the sky, sees ceiling.
Nothing aground marks his feeling,

Seeing the concrete,
He remarks of life:
"To tryst so wildly, again,
Would Vivaldi paint so vividly?
Probably, and with champagne,
because his name has dignity."
So seeing his window,
He thinks of rain.

Gord

2018-10-16 06:37 pm

Imagine your achievements dreamed,
To swim upstream, one's valor full,
Salmon like calendar, won tomorrow.
River colander rusted and massive,
Is this my love, and forever after,
To be strained by dirty captives?
I magic your feelings careening,
To sink a damn, one's cup too full.
Salt mounds like ashen piles,
Too often borrowed by a saline cult.
Maybe my faults found by asking,
To speak upfront, one never knows,
Maybe fault-lines, foundations cracking.
To be a tan, army man, evil being,
May be taught lies fundamentally ethic,
Baby breaking, tied to shouting rhetoric.

Gord

2018-10-03 12:14 pm

Tribe, should I fight?
Sunder wood, my life took,
Can I have another?
While wife cooks, 
Thunder looms.
White, she relies on tools,
Not the lies in schoolbooks,
Taught too to sophist fools.

Identity, laughter, a memory looks,
I would be a king if I were a rook,
Or switch places, if I were a crook,
Knew rules well, or sting of the hook.

Gord

2018-09-27 01:23 pm

Climate I math notes climbing,
Natural knowledge,
Eye Rhyming.
Pass on the peyote piping,
Thy patina, your knife finding,
Kite blue, alike my soul, 
Life in tense, dividing, in two.

A walk in reverse, after marathoning,
Designer clothes given patronizing,
Living Patron, sizing larger.
I'll talk and traverse,
Pasture paragon lifestyle for,
Pluto could not write himself,
Aristocracies would sign lords,
Soule, crabs and seacreatures,
Arrange, kill. 
Labeling features,
Toward no end, untoward wool,
Frayed at the end,
Dog no match for wolf.
Tres bien.

Gord

2018-09-19 08:16 am

Enamored, von con amore,
Ore d'amore, et mortem.
To lark poetic, of home,
Until my heart explodes.

Gord

2018-09-19 06:50 am

As poet, aspire, assume desire,
I wrote for poets, declining,
Prose for poetry, I grew designer.
More spoke, iron, strewn aside,
Cycle heroic for biking true,
Though as porch, her mire I knew.

To sit in snow, still forever, cold,
Gladly to mix into a sill window home.
Lover's letter, one pens from notes,
To end on soles, or in bags of herion,
And never spoken, lovely, but phoned in,
In drunken speech, early in the morning.
As men, we aspire, and assume desires,
I wrote for Odin, always refining,
Notes for nobody, I grew aside,
Man of the world, I knew her ire.

Gord

2018-09-18 07:29 am

She won't relent,
Heart of paper, stone read.
Western hero, composing feelings,
Zeal formulaic, deceit ceaseless.

Eastern, kind words repentant,
Unlikely to spend life waiting,
Ferment, offense, to be condemned.
Sweetheart,
If one only dances, not for scent,
Lance just for chests, 
Language, port for gents.
Madame, another supplement,
For what drunken mess is other,
Than more time misspent?
To see the end, would we prevent?
Could we?
All I see is a girl, a vent,
Policy diverse, absurd, dissent.

Gord

2018-09-12 09:04 am

Solemn acoustic, play yourself,
Silent, foolish, I wait for death,
My chord arrest, My Lord attest.

Holland music, half my breath,
Tax my address for half my wealth,
Alas my protest, perhaps my stress,
In direct response, my indirect.

The woman scoffs at his giving gifts,
Living gifted is not an ornate box;
Richly leveraged when you need a lift,
More alike to a light that is simply off.

She says, take me out, tonight,
Whereto the people are young,
Bodies are loose, fabric tight.
He says, mistakes and lies,
Too young to accrue true views,
He mocks and chides.

Gord

2018-09-11 01:30 pm

Pour courvoisier, coke, smoke weed.
For core voices toking loke green:
Cork d’or choice, spoke woke meaning,
Joke broke gleaming,
Boast goat dreaming,
Invoke oak healing,
Poke coded readings, or cook mud.
Saying I wouldn’t eat if off the bud,
Gimme a fucking break, dawg you would.
So form apostrophes, hoax followers,
Dominate dossiers bespoke by leads.
Chorus needy, broadway job, police:
Honest lobbyist leaps, not,
Calling policy preacher law,
Homely Claudius fears god,
Homer justice, and beating his chest raw.
Former lover, for I see you as bourgeois,
Fleecing people of their heart and minds,
Champion blind, one eye is all but lost, 
Camping, body weak of fighting for causes,
In causeways, his cautious mind pines,
Cheesing through life, eating off rind,
Leave, dodge, dive,
Breed, scoff, lie,
Edict goes like:
What is life? Four courses, hope, feeling?
Of course there’s more, but more redeeming?
He simply says: I’ve not found thy.

Gord

2018-09-05 06:07 am

They write light of my writing,
Erudite Facebook, liars' rights,
Poetically I am but humble,
Penning comedies of tribe.

Unlike, Unlike, Unlike,
Unlike my peers, I replied.
Despite fears and sighs,
My stride upright, austere.

Alas, long grass, an axe,
Tomorrow fills, fellow actors,
Craft jazzy, played by amateurs,
Demanding average.
Eyes glassy and skills assay,
Alas, follow mass, a bass,
Screaming of typeface, in your face.

Gord

2018-08-29 12:46 pm

I have a shelf of books, all ashes.
My most disastrous,
Poetically immaculate.
Writing of real life intangibles,
Kissing a boy by the shore, 
While the crowd screams more.
That's the 21st century, man,
Progress a little beyond books of ash,
Paper plates and cheques for cash,
Beyond are spaceship parts beneath trash.

If Etan must, they probably may have done,
So if May is upon, another spring comes,
Against a flower one cannot lean butt,
Especially with the shadow cast cut across.

Don't show up at the poetry contest,
Rhetoric political, ignorant, floral, passe,
Or expect they place you last, lame, fake.

Gord

2018-08-28 11:03 am

My belly white, tattoo skin black.
World external floating my inlet facts.
Arms extended, hurled outward to any man,
At least stolen by chance; At last romance.

Of snakebites, stated minds,
Or nothing. The badger writes.
Science though he knows nothing of,
Only fighting and dénouemen love,
Fakery and the image source he knows,
Yet facts alas in the seeds he sews,
Spits on the dirt, who,
He walks upon with shoes.

Gord

2018-08-21 11:26 am

Friends spoken to be millionaires paid,
Mind hopeful, experience bar full,
I'm hoping to get a millionaires pay,
Friends along with, interiors vague.

Though rhymes alone do not denote caste,
They are like paste, or a paper,
Clinging to the things we wish to frame.

Like metal rods with a magnet lace,
I walk back to my original place.
Pens broken and arms folded in front,
Mind hopelessly lost of useless knots.

Life like a lark, but come too soon,
So hopelessly lost, inside of dark,
Heart fought and hard fought,
And eventually the daybreak comes.

Gord

2018-08-10 05:27 pm

Nails filed to the end,
Sun setting in the distance,
I scratch and claw endless,
Failing to find a coin to spend,
Flailing to mind my business,
The new owner Olympus.

Perhaps I am but foil to him,
Poetically our lives akin.
Though he sees me boiling pans,
Loud as thunder in soiled pants,
Sent on my way out the door,
Rather than embarrassed again.