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Tag Archives: Poetry
Starfishing
In the hazy evening smolder (somewhere there is a fire, sirens sounding alarm) you dream of her as a jellied starfish suctioned to your face until breathing becomes a revised species of flirtation and you relinquish your lips to the … Continue reading
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Tagged dreamlife, erotic starfish, John Biscello, kissing, poem, Poetry
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Self-Love Supreme
A true valentine crafted by Derek Walcott, titled “Love After Love” The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and … Continue reading
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Tagged derek walcott, heartsong, love after love, poem, Poetry, self-love, truth, valentine
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Love Is
I miss you already, the sun-kissed daisy whispered to the migrant flake of snow, which clung like a hopeful bead to the daisy’s delicate petal before dying a lover’s death and melting.
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Tagged flowerbeds, it's a love thing, John Biscello, Poetry, seasons, snowflake's fancy, spring kisses winter
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The Earthling Chronicles
The Martians, in their conscious longevity, stamped our passports and immigration documents long before our legacy of amnesia broke and we came to realize that everything, including our sense of planetary privilege, has been a sham, a lost man’s desperate … Continue reading
Calling
The crow, weighing on the snow-skinned branch, caws with dark religious insistence, like a sailor homesick for love, or its remaindered sibling. There is an unremitting hoarseness to Eternity that disguises its calling in still feathers and winter’s light.
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Tagged caw of the wild, crow, eternal returns, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, winter's light
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Awakening
Did I look down, or peer within when I saw the golden grass waving like liquid tendrils of light? At the soft, rounded edge of dream, a beckoning to fall, to endear charm to the fool’s play calling your truest … Continue reading
Throb
It is the caste of throb in which words, palpitating, line up to serve a poem’s desirous need to know your longing as an open source.
A Prince’s Welcome
To remix a bit of warmed-over lightning from the immortal good advice of one Mr. James Brown—Now is the time to jump back and kiss yourself, and become best first mate to your own extraordinary soul. The Spiritually Roaring 20s … Continue reading
Invocation
We are here, but briefly, shadows of candle-light dancing between dust and choir, day and night, so consider today a good day to begin, or to continue unwrapping yourself, and giving you to you as a gift, your soul rightfully … Continue reading
Zuzu’s Petals
A father’s pocket, containing secret petals— the meaning of love.
