Hello All:
The poems herein represent feelings,
reflections and moments in time. They are original drafts, some of which
remain here in all their glory and have not been edited. The criticism
that I get from most of my writer friends is that the poems or stories
do not have a beginning middle and an end. This is because most of us
here in the west, whether we know it or not, have been trained in the
style and structure of classical literature. In the 60s, 70s, 80s, and
90s, from beat poets, to Bukowski to rap there has been some movement
away from that strictness of form, as seen in the visual art world first
with the French painters of the late 19 century and the Spanish
painters of the early 20th, culminating with folks like Jackson Pollard
in the 1930s 40s and beyond.
That being said a lot the
work here is amateur and naive, and without the polish of the
outstanding professional training and talent represented by the rich
literary traditions available to us in each of our respective places of
origin.
I'm not sure that I will get around to tidying
up around here, so if you see these poems elsewhere in the future
looking a little different and some with changed titles its all good.
You can say; well I knew those poems way back when, before they were all
clean and shiny. Thanks for looking in -
and Best Regards,
Dusty Crucible, at www.cloudywaves.blogspot.com
PS. Check for audio links to hear some poems read aloud.
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For the many falling blows
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In cold dark suits
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Drawn scouting onward like a seagull
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A sliver of peach
Cool against purple abyss
Autumn moon silence
Blind hidden sorrow
Dried up joy melting the heart
Silent winter tears
The more pure love is
Less faults in the heart to find
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Little pretty one
Laid low in stormy showers
Summer Rose standing
Softly lay one down
Ears caressed, wind's whispers speak
White Autumn Blossoms
The cackling hens
Could not take away the peace
Of calm fall water
Sunshine overhead
Shady morning trees walking
October birdsong
Twin Pines sparrows flight
Standing in the morning light
Pumpkins, Autumn bright
Fall rain, sun's sharp rays
Butterfly quivering fade
Floral horizon
A sliver of peach
Cool against purple abyss
Autumn moon silence
Blind hidden sorrow
Dried up joy melting the heart
Silent winter tears
The more pure love is
Less faults in the heart to find
Early comes the Spring
Little pretty one
Laid low in stormy showers
Summer Rose standing
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Writing - with audio
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Writing is a type of mania
But without those less desirable
side affects of other self indulgent
behaviors. It helps one to shed the
straight jacket and washes cool
The burning fires of the soul
Refreshing ever those musty places
Trapped deep within
Giving voice to
Subterranean soundings.
Writing is a type of mania
But without those less desirable
side affects of other self indulgent
behaviors. It helps one to shed the
straight jacket and washes cool
The burning fires of the soul
Refreshing ever those musty places
Trapped deep within
Giving voice to
Subterranean soundings.
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