I am honored and delighted that my poem “i am your soul” was acknowledged by Go Dog Go Café. For more beautiful poetry please visit Go Dog Go Café.
look for me my love
my body shines like lightening
striking down from Mount Olympus
i’m in the tremble of each tear
that poor hungry children shed
i’m the prayer of the lonely
the garden where the virgins blush
the mystic bite of occult ecstasies
i’m hidden in the Sistine Chapel
in haunted graveyards at midnight
i’m bursting from the keys of the piano
which plays alone Beethoven’s 5th
now call for god and breathe me in
for i am your soul.
We are pleased to announce the Barista Favorite from March 19th’s Promote Yourself Monday at Go Dog Go Cafe. It is short-prose-fiction’s poem i am your soul. You can read more of short-prose-fiction’s writing at Short Prose look for me my love my body shines like lightening striking down from Mount Olympus i’m in the […]
via Barista Favorite: i am your soul/short-prose-fiction — Go Dog Go Café
a sunset dressed in purple royal palm trees
folds of white drapes move like courtesans in a hot humid breeze
an open orchid falls and gently rocks my drink
your poetry stains my soul with red carnations’ ghosts
i dream of you…
somebody calls him Pedro
his eyes two abysses filled with desires
his body flames the tunes of Spanish songs
his passion makes the scented tavern swell
the white drapes cry and fall in love with him
he slowly sips my drink
i want to touch his lips
the ghost of a carnation pulls me back!
i will wait for an eternity…
an old song hunts me
Pedro, Pedro, Pedro, Pedro, Pedro, Pe
Bellissima Aventura di Santa Fe
the purple palm trees wave at me.
frigid winds ruffle
silky sheets of poetry
the gallop of my horse
echoes in your chest
of a forgotten verse
inscribed by our naked love
across the empty prairie
a red rose falls
from between your lips
a candle flickers
Ghastly dry winds cracked my skin.
Under the moonlight my body was filled with deep wounds like a desiccated land longing for water.
I felt your kiss.
At dawn from every wound purple flowers bloomed.
I became a captivating garden.
I love you.
Sonorous waves found me laying alone on that dark faraway beach, Miguel’s Maria de Guadalupe medallion broken in my right palm, my face bruised by tears and scratched by humid sand, waiting for the miracle of Christmas to heal my never-ending pain.
My body roped
In chains of memory
My soul all clad
In gray resounding pain
I feel like Aléxandros ho Mégas
Before he died at thirty-three
Regretting that he created
His own astounding legacy.
Grayish phantoms of past lovers
Lost centuries ago in heavy battles
Are whispering the same unnecessary story.
Oh, how I need my long forgotten sonneteer
To tell me how not to succumb
To the old pain of earthly glory.
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And Edgar Allan Poe is laughing
With no mercy, as he always did.
Don’t sing my praises in your poems
You know I’m not the courtesan
Who whispers crafted loving words
And pantomimes the innocence
To gain the favors of the bruised admirers
Disoriented flying like black birds.
Just come in bed with me tonight
And let’s make love
The love we’ve always made
In an attempt to leave this universe
Devouring each other bit by bit
Like in a painting signed by Salvador Dali
Going beyond the fear of a terrifying death
Each time we knew a hurricane will hit.