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Tag Archives: Poetry
Palms
Mercy Street runs lengthwise to the sun. Its soul, to orient, turns its nearest cheek to flaring palms.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged compassion, John Biscello, Light, love, mercy, palms, poem, Poetry, spirit, sun
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Jean Rhys
You held the islands in your eyes, where it rained and rained and then the sun warmed wet to a wafting hiss. This Jean, you, the feline slink, filigreed shock, and sinewy comb of whitelaced waves ruffling upon puttied blobs … Continue reading
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Tagged Beauty, grace, islands, Jean Rhys, John Biscello, literature, passion, poem, Poetry, sadness, sea, spirit, story, tribute, writer, writer's life
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Electric
Trespass, skin on air, fornication with angels– Who turned the lights on?
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged air, angels, electric, fornication, haiku, John Biscello, Light, love, Poetry, sex, spirit, trespass
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Climate
Her fractures, to mend, begged a lacy run of slowmelt kisses– As above, so below.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged above, below, climate, fractures, John Biscello, kisses, mend, passion, Poetry, sensuality, snowmelt
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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
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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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Satyr
I found him, wanting, satyr’s swell of thorny play– fondling fresh, green grass.
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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.
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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.
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Tagged dedication, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, rain, slippers, ssshhh, story, tender, whisper
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John Biscello 