Halloween Kin

Tonight, tonight,

All the children with spooky tricks and lightning treats
Want candy from suburbia hounds and ghoulish housewives for a goblin’s feast
Knock, knock, take all you can with your little black hands
The bony gates open to the loud march bands from the wild crow lands
The last witch wakes counting all the doors as the haunting begins
Before the ghostly dance from forgotten graves speak of the hour at hand..

Myst and rain fall, so FIRE we call

CALLING FIRE! for fire frees all

So tonight, tonight,

The Werewolf seems once again lost deeply in the full moon’s embrace
The vampire cries for all the time the young lovers had waste
The Mummy just crumbles remembering her gaze

On this night, tonight,

Please do not forget, my lost ancient kin
Beneath the silly masks
We were all childhood friends.

Autumn Mine

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Advance: That decade of stony discovery
Angle dip with a smile made from golden appetites
The backfill waste of energy loss
The last of the green eyes with combustible claws hides:
…..in the last of the wilderness
Beneficiation running black diamonds and somber fuel pumps
A franchise made of pure crop coal,
but remember eventually the black suits will fade
Shrubs, timbers, and ferns will rise from concrete wastelands
The conveyors will be solar and the wind will guide them.

Audrey Archangel

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Audrey came from the clouds:
She played on the golden
She did not know I slept
She kept vanilla pockets!
And smiled through breakfast.

From her hand a sword:
From the print a star
From the dark a wink
That light, that magic!
She left for the holiday.

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March Monster Poem

Chomped hours and youth.

Adios March monster?
Milleniums dance party?
Chart-topping savings?
The pursuit of Keeping Up?

Youth follows winter’s trail,
Smart phones have prevailed!

Like texting black holes.
Skate or die in summer said Achilles.

You like winter are perhaps unkind.
You like spring are perhaps less blind.

Misfit full of warmth.
Age’s vision is small,

Youth is love and bold,
We grow weak and cold.

Reboot because we no longer rewind.

March Monster by OptivioN

Mellow Draft

Ocean Alex

If you do not find the mellow in the word happy, in the so called present, you might never find it.

Ocean Bridge

Look for a bridge and cross it!

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When you have to stand against the wind, stand tall, but always bend from the force of a typhoon.

Art OptivioN

Dreams are color lightning, ripened glass and solar storms you should always write down or sketch.

Ocean Books

“Books are friends for a sandy foxtrot.”

(Réplique sous la direction de Optivion)

 circa 1914 or 2014?

Muahaha!

Für Elise, The Mermaid.

I have heard the mermaids calling mostly on cold winter days
When you swim in to the current and cast your net in to their nest.

Gently breathing underwater looking for lost treasure chests
Glaring at Atlantis’s warning through Poseidon’s mighty breath.

Old reactors gushing fire as silent dolphins wept
Remembering all the crimson pirates who fell over stormy decks.

Too deep for modern fisherman, sonar scans or  GPS
For only sailors from The last age knew their uncanny dwelling place.

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December’s Tokyo Angel

 

“Painting is just another way to fly.”


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December’s Tokyo Angel   (Oil on canvas)

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Winter delivers strange tokyo angel.
Flight through the franchise.
I saw it, I heard it —>Metropolitan colors vertical,
Masking December.

White calls giant metal rectangles
Float through the neon.
I spoke it, I learned it —>Urban violet spreads,
Masking Reactor.

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Pumpkin Smile Widely

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Never cared to be like other pumpkins-
I tried once, but I grew eyes and waited
And the arrival of the birds painted color
Through the fields and the brush.

Never cared to be like other pumpkins-
I tried once, but I grew fangs and slept
And the taste of the universe hungered color
Through the concrete and the bruises.

Never cared to be like other pumpkins-
I tried once, but I grew hands and waited
And the touch of her coat melted color
Through the whiteout and the harmonica.

Never cared to be like other pumpkins-
I tried once, but I grew orange and slept
And the arrival of the farmers inhaled color
Through the enlightened and the fall.

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February Open

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White Wind is in the open.
Lucky juncture from above-
I daresay, found the falcon.
Persuaded on the reach-
Fierce and candid tone.

The set is on concrete, remember the pipes.

Spring Feathers in the words.
Lantern precious on the keys-
I daresay, in the plot.
Peach on the table-
February and citrus taste.

A Tree of Life

Tree of life

A luminous twisted wood
Chorus pulp of the ancient
In any age experienced-
Rings run endless spirals.

A timber floats above
Cloaked Chapter of the seasons
In any being wiser-
Ruling living scripts modestly.

A structure bound divine
Calling branches of the green
In any sense stronger-
Roaring breath feeds you.

A perennial code whispers
Circumjacent pull of the vein
In any task elegant-
Remnant rush silently regenerates.

September Drone

Drone through the day
(and every one fades)
Laughter in silence
fluorescent mermaids
The drone of the hour
walks by the bay!!
(Perhaps to think
before the spell of dusk)
A moment of droning
it all comes undone:
Navigate
Un-skip
Navigate:
Drone through the day
(in ancient Nippon)
Running in caution
robotic barmaid…
They tremble with power,
Remember Pompeii.
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