Gord

2020-04-21 07:02 am

On and on,
Although my hands, they shake,
Play with plants, on steaks,
How am I to find my place?
How am I to file down pane,
File down pain, or file alone again?

My violin is made from wood and string,
My heart is filled from blood for simple things,
Like dimples and rings,
Like a simpleton's dreams.

Lynn

2020-04-07 10:57 am

the bedsheets, striped linen, rumpled, unkept
the jar of half-full change on the nightstand
the dollar store notebook full of dated dreams
the bible, still lying in the nonfiction section of the bookshelf
the lavender curtains, billowing in the cool spring air—

I forgot to close the window.

the cat meanders in
after his nap in the blue blanket still draped
over the armchair, he stretches big,
jumps to the east windowsill, and tracks a cardinal, pupils blown wide.

parting is such sweet sorrow. (2.2.188)

Gord

2020-03-28 02:32 pm

He asks with sorrow for another bottle,
Liquor is his rowboat, antique throttle,
Paddles and gives him thoughts frantic.
Adjacent his attitude, pavement coffins,
Adjudicating placement to favor coffers,
A judge can save him, about fifty dollars,
Then send Jim and Mary a judgement against.

If one pulls a rope far enough, can they pull past the end?
One fulfills prose full of love, do they look past themselves?
One trills hopeful of the mode, whether semi or tonal in sound,
Want unlike need, if one pulls a rope, can we find what we see?

Gord

2020-03-18 06:51 am

I spread fear across nations,
Flear a cross paper, 
Peer no long favour,
No wrong feeling,
No wrong caper. 

I bend wills like cancer,
Spread near and patience, 
Science clairvoyant,
Poles of the earth moving. 

Lynn

2020-03-10 01:22 pm

if you round up, i am a lesbian.
if you round down, i am still a lesbian, just a little less.

do you know if love has a definition, an concrete interpretation?
how do i explain the terror in my chest when i look in your face?

i do not know what it feels like to love and be loved.
unconditionally, that is.

i imagine that not all kisses go well.
would you like to test that hypothesis?

of course i am honest with you.
what other choice do i have?

this is more sincere than poetry.
anything could be more sincere than poetry.

Lynn

2020-03-10 01:15 pm

is a cardboard fortune cookie more reliable than the red lace of fate?
which is more powerful, the man or the legend that precedes him?
(or is it succeeds?)
who are we to assign arbitrary hierarchies to the world?
(putting ourselves on the crown)

our sanctimony has carried us, and it will bury us.

we do not need to be the best:
simply good and kind

Lynn

2020-03-10 12:49 pm

Concept:
I am a shooting star,
crumbling and burning and
falling
and falling and
falling
Don't  go back to sleep.

Insomnia:
faded lipstick,
new blues,
and morning sea glass.
Don't go back to sleep.

The summer heat has faded into fall.
An autumn picnic in the park—
I will love myself despite the ease with which I lean towards the opposite.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.

Gord

2020-02-04 02:02 pm

What can be said of a murderer?
That he murdered? Who says?
Is he a murderer himself?
What can be said of a mayor,
That he favours? Who says,
Probably the favoured themselves.

So what can be said?
Of purchases and retreats,
Of those who sit in seats,
Simply judging those without.
What can be said,
Is it they are not discrete,
Prejudice lacking feeling.

So forge me a document,
Implore me to destroy it.
For it contains denouement,
If destiny is to employ it,
It will be my dog to walk.

Regnam

2020-01-05 03:16 am

Winter seemed to never end,
I was standing in the rain.
What is dead will rise again,
to be lost to another raw cycle.
We were dreamt up bare in the frigid cold,
with only tears to shed.
We were pale bodied lips tinted red, 
patiently standing by for seasons end.

Gord

2019-10-29 07:41 am

Horns, voice of the poor,
Holy, vision is only.
Rather, than coroner's noise,
Throw the dice of paradise your holding.
Father, can corners point?
How can a leader lead,
Scared of people peeping,
Their knowledge growing.
To plough after planting seeds,
Scared of people leaving,
Father, am I to join?
I feel my collage is nothing,
My college is nodding,
Politicians are nodding,
Should I be hoar myself,
Before myself?
Should I embrace my life,
Before death?
Should I allow imbibing,
Am I building a shelf,
Or finding myself?

Gord

2019-10-17 12:16 pm

Asparagus, are you aspirant plus,
A spare, or pair of gloves, 
Au Pair, in a pear of groves,
As parallel was, as it will grow,
Outrageous, as pairs will go.

Beans of green fielded, ate,
All the others upon my plate,
Clean, of childish readings.
Late, all the others,
Plate clean of childish things,
Like television and admirings.

Gord

2019-09-20 07:22 am

Pence felt worth, more than all,
Dirty and small, spending curt.
Maybe to shout,
Maybe to doubt,
Chasing two shorelines,
Given scourge or knout.
Schoolyards abound,
Fence built high, to the clouds.
Fools abundance, mountain climb,
Peace can be free, expensive as dying,
Riddled with fear unknown, prying,
Heavy to swing for liars.
Fences can be expressive as lessons,
Lesions on the back of your neck,
Illegal, yet a photography session,
Perhaps I soon like Kim can attest.

Gord

2019-09-18 08:22 am

Leased bells, music borrowed,
Please, tell me of tomorrow,
Of swallows leaving belfries, 
How else can my ears will,
Until I hear their sorrow?

Peter, son my lover callous,
Draperies and linen, down,
Failure? This linebacker asks,
Just throw my ball, pass,
Runs forever to never catch,
How will I know his sorrow?

Unless he is, as a tinder match,
Tender lover of impossible tasks,
Inflamed tether, ball impassible,
Gasoline for the man who hits.

Gord

2019-05-22 11:52 am

Sweet embrace of love escaped,
How long lights will last aflame,
Heeps of stages that covet fame,
Heeding their point I remain articulate.
Speeches and praise, coveted things,
How long am I to pass the gates?
How long until I simply fan a flame,
Heaven's healing to mask my pain,
Silly feelings of life taken,
Sweets in case, Shoes in case,
In cases, vases,
Caskets and drinks,
Shelters underground,
With food just in case.

Dawn Toney

2019-05-15 08:43 am

Our life together you and me,
Will always be worth a million you will see,
Cause I know how we need each other,
You and me together forever,
Just wait and see god will be proud,
You'll see,
What we built just you and me,
In this world that we could never see,
What was gonna be, when you and me looked at each other,
On that beautiful day,
Now look what has come out of loving each other,
You and me!

missa

2019-05-04 09:39 pm

-My soul has been destroyed,
For which my heart you toyrd.
When i was happy you made me sad.
You could never be glad,
to have me the way i am!
In fact - you could not give a Damn.
When we suffer in pain,you're not Sorry.

You fill my head with eternal worry!
In fact you make the Human Race,an unbearable disgrace.
Just set me free and leave me be.
To end this bloody misery!

And may you suffer in Hell,
for all your bloody Sins aswell.

missa

2019-05-04 09:36 pm

-Do you see this empathy i have?
The sincerity i have?
The forgiveness i have chosen to give?
For not just my mistakes but yours,
i'm willing to forgive. 
Sorry, that was a lie! I can't forgive. 

Not for 'how not bothered you are of how little you have seen. 
But maybe the fact you have never wanted to even get to know me. 
Never really knowed me. 

I suppose i can never understand/get over just how quickly you disowned me. 
Maby you could at least help me see your point of view, 
whatever it may be-

It will help me to at least get a glimpse of me-e

missa

2019-05-04 09:33 pm

-What am i supposed to do?
When the life i want is just within my grasp.
When the shadow of me won't let 
go of the past.
I can "almost" see them Lear...Taunting...Mocking me, as i start to feel F****** near....
See any clear....

"Fear..?....us...
Just follow us down this rabbit hole...
Right into your comfort zone.
We will show you how disposable you really are!
It's not that far.."