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FringeConfused in the wind of a thousand days
that carries the muezzin's prayer
tremulous from atop a minaret standing
against the blue of nothingness,

ending with the tracer lights of ascending dusk
in the triple digits of heat
and the smell of blood and eucalyptus,

taking in the last of my breath with the
first of your kiss, you slide into me
and the white blossoms of birds rise with its scent
from off the slow current of the Euphrates-

the adrenaline rush finds a bullet puncture
meant for a nesting crane, and dissipates,
escaping into night that never goes completely
black from the brilliance of desert fringe,

while behind clo

serpentPretending to be a lover,
you come to me as a man
to the pomegranate tree,

blind sighted by your hunger
to taste of its
heavy-laden mystery.

Now, a serpent transformed
with darting tongue
sniffing out the promise

of fallen fruit
split by crows taking flight
as you approach

low to the ground, unblinking
stare like tiger's eye
mesmerizing,

when I succumb the weight
of cool scales wrapping round
the membrane, smothering

rubies of luscious red with the
undulations of your legless crawl,

to the heady quench and thirst
between the spongy chambers
of bloodied pith.

The Baths of ErosLit by the gold of an afternoon
from the skylight,
a slight and barefoot servant girl,
her plaited hair bound up and
secured with a lyre's harp,
moves from guest to guest, who wait
and mime in the reception hall
of an Athenian bathhouse.

She, bending low, holding a tray
where each man takes a cup to sip from,
peering over the rim,
musing at the heat underfoot from
the fires beneath the stone works,
as a lesser fire stokes those who
watch her with eyes steaming,
melting their cynicism.

Drawn to and leaning forward,
feeling like the beguiling child
who sees his reflection
in the sweet water of a deep well
before fa

First VoiceThe harvest of your voice
sustains me
even as it ascends in its keening

leaving a bloodied imprint
on a lunar eclipse
seen through finger bones reaching

void of leaves in the throes of winter,
their seamless secrecy
in the bleached scree of ash

drifting into this quarry of a
nameless shieling,
where you are the first voice

from the other world,
the formless breath of wind looking
for a new husk in which to be contained.

Black SwanCrickets chirp as their summer dies
and so too their generation, while
a black swan glides through
the reeds of a gentle evening

to the chorus of a million love songs,
identical as she is different in every way,
different as her groomed feathers
give off a deep blue sheen-

to reflect and disturb the still water;
tiny ripples to crashing crescendo-
standing out alone as does his love
for the insane one, for the beauty of

a sunrise that will come when
his lips move and beckon her near-
her quick eyes spy his prickly beard
as his black swan comes to preen.

Black HoleYour sadness is great, and mine
a heretic.

In a delirium for answers
I'm driven by your inquisition
to the far reaches of reason.

My time is short, but it won't hurt
when I awaken and you swallow me --

I'm on borrowed time, with a
passion to tread the labyrinth
of dissections and Byzantine tortures.

Perhaps I overlook a price paid;
having squandered my investments
while building upon such bravado.

In the solar eye, the un-righted are
puttied rot on every facade, the blight that
deepest night softens by its sullen beauty.

I draw what strength I can in service
to its will; the darkness between --

an idiom, a c

wanderlusti was all sex and stitches
with every color on a TV screen;

(and between me and you)
your teeth, your tongue,
your ferret-hands and knowledgeable mind--
they scared me.

the foreign worlds beneath your skin:
the contortions of your spine and
organs;

you wanted to conquer; to claim
and plant a flag--

and i--i wanted cancer

Sea of my thoughtsI'm tired of carrying you at my back.

Keeping you well fed

To the point I starved myself.

Did you often wonder what I feel?

Have you ever thought of what I really want?

Have you ever seen me without my deep façade?

The difficulty I'm facing is well kept.

Time after time it wears me down.

To the point of exhaustion.

When can I stop and have a little break?

My mind is full and my heart is heavy.

~~~

These questions will remain lost in the sea of my thoughts.

A DreamI dream of the sky
Flocks of bird fly
With the sun set
A hand on my chest
Amber eyes caress
I'm lost in her nest

her breath on my neck
its why she's a vex
she makes me a wreck
round luscious hips
show a few tips
then licks her lips

My Words DisappearI have something I wish to say
But drowned by the noise, my voice fades away

I have something I want to make known
But away with the wind, it's once again blown

I have something that's important to me
But nothing I do will get them to see

I have something I want people to hear
But lost in crowd, my words disappear

On and OnOn and On
From the Song

Hours go by.
I drink my wine and listen to my songs;
I try hard to smile.
The one i love is so far away;
I don't know what is wrong.
I feel that i could die,
On and on, on and on, on and on...
Days go by.
I take a tissue and dry my eyes;
I try hard to forget.
The one I love is feeling bad;
It has got me feeling so sad
That I could die,
On and on, on and on, on and on...
My wine is plain.
I can't swallow the pain
In my heart.
But I must try,
For I vowed so solemnly that I
Would never tear us apart.
So I drink my wine, I listen to songs,
I try to believe that nothing is wrong;
But my sorrow remain

Spider LegsYour hands are cold as ice
and as thin as spider legs

They crawl towards me
slowly
waiting for my reaction

I have no reaction
at least not on the outside,
but on the inside
I want to slap your hand away

But I can't show you
that you're getting to me
I can't let you win

Because if you win
it's all over
everything I've worked so hard for

All the words I said
all the walls I built

Will fall to pieces

Apex PredatorThe wolf is roaming
Sniffing the air
Stalking his prey
With a predator's care

The sheep are flocking
Bleating in fear
The apex predator
Is coming near

With a howl
The wolf catches sight
Of his prey
Running through the night

A lone sheep strays
Lost in the dark
It's heart quickens
When it hears the bark

The wolf settles
Lowered and hunched
Prepared to pounce
It's muscles bunched

The sheep turns
With total surprise
At the lack of hunger
In the wolf's eyes

It's plain to see
The love is deep
When the wolf
Lays with the sheep

ImpetusIt is when spirit has released its
circle into a sea of impetus-

the will of force, to start and end
a journey past, and then begin again.

Traditional spells aside,
with much to abort and to abide,

to assuage the widow moon's bridge-keeper
with bribes of all that you promise her.

Lest you wade the murky depths in the
guise of an albino salamander,

avoiding consumption while traversing
the maze of surface fires

that block the way, and flotillas of
man-o-war jellyfish

their tentacles rife with voltage
to your slithering canopy.

And from the mantle of your blindness
you sense amidst the current

a jagged danger on the far si

Gifts from the Palm of my Hand1 haiku

winter moon wanes-
reluctantly
holiday lights come down

2 haiku

candlelight
sets the emerald wicks
of my medication aglow

3 haiku

winter morning stillness-
a crow calls
between echos among the pines

4 haiku

sun setting from below,
rain-gorged clouds ablaze-
this short day of winter

5 haiku

early morning-
half dressed by a window
gazing at frost on the cars

6 haiku

reading me his haiku-
steam from our morning tea
fogging his glasses

7 tanka

lying together,
he admires
how small the scar
where
a kidney once was

8 tanka

showing off my new lingerie
I pause,
he smiles and says
"there's nothing wrong

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by `jade-pandora, Aug 9, 2010, 4:34:47 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

It is not how I thought of you
at the moment of your admission
which one might see as terrible
in the darkness you confide,
but as moonless in its secrecy

where my perfume cannot reach-
tumbling over black cataracts,
blood-flecked and rabid; guided,
albeit momentarily seduced,

to be lead behind
eroding bulwarks of atrocity,
climaxing into this matrix dome,
the head of a spear through a noose-

but am I not merely a bandit;
bereaved by calamity at the
pinnacle of my desire gone awry?

Or in reality, a sinister paradox
unwelcome, borne of my
own darkness, that begs you stay.

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~BelaRoseWolf Sep 7, 2012 Student Writer

This is a great poem!

You propose a very interesting theme, and follow through with power. Awesome work!

`jade-pandora Sep 7, 2012

Why thank you, Bela, you honor me with your reading. <3

~BelaRoseWolf Sep 7, 2012 Student Writer

You're very welcome!

I really enjoyed it~

~007Balel Jan 29, 2011 Student Writer

Wonderful work!!
I really like the last stanza... the way all of the poem seems to be based on perception and the ideas you bring about are just great.
Well done

`jade-pandora Jan 29, 2011

I appreciate that, thank you so much.

~007Balel Jan 30, 2011 Student Writer

You're welcome

~LordofallHumans Jan 29, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

I like it!

`jade-pandora Jan 29, 2011

Thank you very much.

~Charlemaine Aug 28, 2010 Writer

the interesting title drew me in. & i'm glad it did. wonderfully inventive...again, another striking work frm the amazing Ms Jade

`jade-pandora Aug 29, 2010

Thank you so much - I'm terribly honored & moved by your words.

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