Verismo Bliss Chapter 6

6.

Verismo Bliss Chapter 5

5. Harry walked to Matthews Yard. He needed to work off the food and the taste of Ramona on his lips. Women always fucked up his thinking.

Owl Time Rag

competition entry

God’s eyes must have the scimitars kiss.

God’s eyes must have the scimitars kiss. Because he cuts us; blindly remiss… With a brazen look the zeniths fall And rise to stagger, for curtain call.

Oil made of stone

I curse your love for needing me Those prison lips purse a lily Around my days of endless toil Send me back to earth its loam soil. For what is love, my darling love!

Mom, Baby Boy & Rick

I am always experimenting with thoughts and ideas, sometimes getting off base, yet at times come up with a new way of looking at things. This poem presents a mirror of thoughts.

Where the moonlight and I repine

Love, is blushing a blink risqué. From watching what nervously I’d say. She’s just a hop skip and a jump Sideslip, breaths blossom foray

The Dead Land: Chapter 7

And then the screams started...

The Darkness

You think you see the darkness, But you seem to look in the wrong direction. When you are around you’re ‘darkness’, you try to be cautious. But you should be cautious always,

The Test

I stared at the paper before me, glared at problem one and my mind is stuck at the twilight zone. I clutched my hand, ready to write but nothing came out.

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