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Tag Archives: John Biscello
Pearl
She came from the sea, she came to marvel the pearl’s pinkest let to grieve. Advertisements
Posted in Uncategorized, Poetry
Tagged enchantment, girl, grieve, haiku, John Biscello, love, marvel, nature, pink, poem, sea
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Dryad
Dryad, in velvet bells, platforms, and heart-shaped shades– Boughs, cited to flare.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged boughs, dream, Dryad, fashion, haiku, John Biscello, mystical, nature, passion, poem, velvet
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Mermaid
Mermaid in torn jeans, sea glistening on her knees- Your myth is safe with me.
Posted in Uncategorized, Poetry
Tagged body, enchantment, John Biscello, knees, love, magic, mermaid, myth, ocean, poem, prayer, sea
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Anais Nin
Invention was your solitude, your twin, wasn’t it, Miss Nin? The way you spread secret pages like silk violet capes, like fringed shawls, over an air of mystery, and err of desire. You enabled symmetry, to confess. Why couldn’t a … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged anais nin, Beauty, creative process, diary, dreams, invention, John Biscello, labyrinth, literature, poem, Poetry, tribute, woman, writer, writer's life
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Pagan
Between blades and pines, she lay still, spreading forest to stars that filled her.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged blades, consummation, feral, forest, haiku, John Biscello, love, nature, pagan, pines, poem, Stars, union, woods
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Satyr
I found him, wanting, satyr’s swell of thorny play– fondling fresh, green grass.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged grass, haiku, John Biscello, lust, nature, pan, passion, play, Poetry, satyr, sesnsuality, throb
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Claim
Some kind of tender, hard to find its truest name– words fail to claim touch.
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Tagged claim, haiku, John Biscello, love, name, passion, Poetry, sensual, tender, touch, words
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Henry Miller
Some men rattle their chains and wonder, some sing them. Then there are others who spraypaint their chains rainbow siege and dance a jig like a peacock on fire, and when someone asks Isn’t it hard to dance around with … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged Brooklyn, henry miller, John Biscello, literature, novelist, Poetry, portrait, prophet, prose poem, spirit, surrealist, tribute, writer, writer's life
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Sway
To sway, with corset no more to bind, hips parlaying grace, to rivet greening desire.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Desire, grace, Green, hips, John Biscello, love, Poetry, Rivet
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N.
Sssshhh, gently now, gently, Love, the slippered guest, the tender trespasser, enters the house of wet leaves, softly, finger pressed to asking lips, no more questions, just this: the sound of rain, pealing, to bless storied thirst.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dedication, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, rain, slippers, ssshhh, story, tender, whisper
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