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Aging With Ink

- ...following shadow's fingerprints through Goya's mind with the fear of getting old and growing mad   feeling the darkness of death in my solitude of a deaf man   devouring my son   on canvas   a mur...

By: Adagio | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 04 Mar 2021

Haiku

- ...autumn's tea breeze a fragrance of the lotus dawn's little focus...

By: Adagio | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 02 Mar 2021

Then

- ...And then, I was just an inkspot as a poet waiting to be woke behind a veil of life's paintbrush   through the avenues I wandered over cobblestones I toke   until the quirleys became words letting ...

By: Adagio | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 22 Feb 2021

Hanging On

- Through the eyetooth of an oyster in shadows of the hop-o'-my-thumb hanging on to my inkwell with an androgynous smile of who swallowed the canary on the end of my pen's thing-a-ma-bob    

By: Adagio | Category: Musings | Score: 5| Added: 15 Feb 2021

Mum Is The Word

- As the marigolds whither in the last days of September and leaves turn red. There is no one to kiss my boo-boo. No one to sing me a lullaby. But many moons have I cried in this dark grave six steps b...

By: Adagio | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 28 Jan 2021

"Help Wanted. Enquire by calling."

- Pulling at the sinews of the cold's dark furnace, of death's little grey speckled rigmarole,   with the smoke of Hell rising from the obituary pages, beneath, "Help Wanted. Enquire by calling,"  sign...

By: Adagio | Category: Poetry | Score: 0| Added: 19 Jan 2021

Sleepytime Rows

- Of furrows forgotten in sleepytime rows listening to the silence tickling the ivories of my soul's pitter-patter playing the keys on my way to heaven feeling all my fears vanish   

By: Adagio | Category: Poetry | Score: 0| Added: 04 Jan 2021

No More Lum 'n Abner

- I lost my youth when the radio died. No more Lum 'n Abner, sponsored by Frigidaire. I miss the static. Where have all the furrows gone, when planting potatoes? Now just a wrinkle in memories, buried ...

By: Adagio | Category: Musings | Score: 5| Added: 12 Dec 2020

The Bridge

- Crossing the bridge of embers burned. Where have all my ghosts gone? On a night painted with snow. So silently my mind drifts to when we were but young lovers. Spanning memories of our lagoon, when w...

By: Adagio | Category: Musings | Score: 5| Added: 10 Dec 2020

God's Pilot Light

- Darkness is my pilot light. Slipping the bonds of twilight. Letting dreams come to me, as I listen to the evening bells. No dreams too far, to touch my star. That embraces the truth of who you are. A...

By: Adagio | Category: Musings | Score: 5| Added: 25 Nov 2020

Crossing Paths

- Deep be her verdant green eyes. Wanderlust of dark withers. With a hymn of the silent night. In my dreams, dripping lust from the collarbone of the gothic moon. Beneath the willows crossing paths, li...

By: Adagio | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 0| Added: 20 Nov 2020

Dreaming

- Do we ever stop dreaming, will the sun melt,  where does night go when the moon sleeps,  are there rainbows, when the clouds cry, do we ever stop dreaming, if the felt-tip dries?    

By: Adagio | Category: Musings | Score: 5| Added: 15 Nov 2020

Darkness Is

- When darkness is a deck of Bicycle Playing Cards   and the powers I assume reflecting my style  and I the Ace of Space, fit for any widow fading to black in Gothic slippery through my fingers of last...

By: Adagio | Category: Poetry | Score: 0| Added: 13 Nov 2020

Litmus Test

- With all my fears of death   now a litmus test in silence   no more pain of loneliness    in a world of the bee's nose    with butterfly wings of gold  and God's everlasting potpourri   in the valley...

By: Adagio | Category: Poetry | Score: 0| Added: 09 Nov 2020

Color Of Frogs

- Near the pond, a Granny Smith with little green apples the color of frogs who choir at the watering hole spring-fed from cinnamon cider beneath the tree of life and freshly mown grass the color of fr...

By: Adagio | Category: Poetry | Score: 0| Added: 05 Nov 2020

Tenderly

- Like feathers falling at night  with a thorn for every rose  grains of sand in God's hand    silent flowers of petals sweet   with the attar of love reflecting the moonlight in the woodlands and mead...

By: Adagio | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 01 Nov 2020

Drip A Rainbow

- Dreams are like clouds of white eiderdown floating away like balloons in a land of Oz my wonderland of stars and bright dippers  as I sleep alone in my elsewhere of night   listening to rain drip a r...

By: Adagio | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 16 Oct 2020

Never Cold Again

- Acquainted with the night. Time given to explore,  with shade of twilight's encore. Beside silent streams,  in shadows of crimson roses. Beneath the golden moon,  a sunset woven of soft lights.Time g...

By: Adagio | Category: Poetry | Score: 0| Added: 30 Sep 2020

Tootle_Foot

- As I tootle-foot along the way  over costal dreams and streams through meadows of yesterday and marigolds of butterfly wings bubbling life's champagne  crickets fiddle fantasia's quadrille  over step...

By: Adagio | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 17 Sep 2020

Ever Calls

- So soon, the lasting of ever calls to God's meadows in winter green  with paisley rainbows and ambrosia  in séance with the breeze  so soft the bosom of my faith the grapes of heaven's vineyard  rain...

By: Adagio | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 02 Sep 2020

Brightest Moon

- Shaking the willows of my mind brightest moon, come Autumn   hanging low, touching memories  over the aspens of night beneath a cradle of God swung listening to the loneliness  coming out from the wi...

By: Adagio | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 23 Aug 2020

Scented

- In melancholia with scented sticks  of the winter gardens nostalgia in poetic solitude of nothingness   God bless eternity, listing to crickets beneath the tender leaves  of brocaded memories and sno...

By: Adagio | Category: Poetry | Score: 0| Added: 07 Jul 2020

Elmer Fudd Can't Have His Gun Anymore

- Elmer Fudd can't have his gun anymore, but you can have bricks, methamphetamines, and dyn-o-mite to blow smithereens.   Along the way in a peaceful caravan, leaving prints in the sand of pickem-up tr...

By: Adagio | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 08 Jun 2020

Rainbow's End: Pt.2

- Later, on the way to Shirley’s, I noticed a box of books on the back seat of Jenny’s car. “What are all those books for in the back?” “Oh, that’s my summer reading,” she said. “Before I left for he...

By: Sisyphus | Category: Romance | Score: 4.3| Added: 22 Feb 2012

Rainbow's End: Pt.1

- Rainbow’s End: Pt.1 Note: This is a long two part story but an intriguing journey that may be worth taking. I was on my way to a bio-technology conference in Philadelphia but didn’t have to be the...

By: Sisyphus | Category: Romance | Score: 4.8| Added: 21 Feb 2012

Plato's Student

- Gordon Fink looked in the bathroom mirror, muttering to himself, shaking his head, "You look like an old man,” he said, leaning over the sink, staring into his eyes, and took off his glasses then mo...

By: Sisyphus | Category: Romance | Score: 5| Added: 31 Jan 2012