Gloomstones Vol 3 part 1

To express emotions with words,
These words are as the stones, Gloomstone,
Piling up like a rough wall around a graveyard,
Not keeping out, not keeping in, just a line,
A method to define what is within.

When I begin writing, sometimes I pick a form to write in,
And then begin writing letting the words carry the subject along.
This is one such:

Darkness Ghazal

Two eyes watch, the movements in night,
Two hearts pound, in passion of night.
The eyes watch, they ready in wait,
Two bodies, so boldly this night.

The souls touch, they anticipate,
Two passions, too soon it fills night.

Two clothes flung, lust abandoning,
Peeling shells, lost in to the night.

Spirits touch, the bodies sating
The eyes watch, from hiding in night.

Three hearts pound, two knives of Darkness,
The sate wait, passion of their Night.

Steel to flesh, plunging in softness,
One heart sounds, two lost to the night.

Blood on steel, dripping in the night,
One soul feels, passions of the night.

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Then there are ones where I see something or here something
And begin writing about it. This next poem is such a poem:

With a Swirl of Darkness

Ash and dust,
Choking light in blends of gray,
It’s the ground
Swirling down,
Catching last moments of day,
With a crust.

No movement,
In the darkness with eyes closed,
Become stone
Over bone
Like a statue poorly poised,
Encasement.

The gods punishing Pompeii.
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Mount Saint Helen’s was in the news of late, but it brought back
Memories of things I’d seen in National Geographic when I was growing up.
I’ve always thought reading better than TV.

Another poem written of late:
Two of Knives

Two eyes, two hands, two feet, two knives,
to move so soft as not to hear,
two knives, two eyes, two hands, two feet,
to creep in dark to stir the fear,
to be so close and not be near,
longing for a lasting beauty
two hands, two feet, two knives, two eyes,
of touch of soul’s spirit set free,
to hide with in the dark of night,
two feet, two hands, two knives, two eyes,
to touch to heart and much too light,
and not to fear visions dark sight,
to thrust so quick and none to hear,
Two eyes, two hearts, two lives, two knives.

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This one will eventually be in my alternate forms section.

And then there is this one which fits into more of my style
Yet to have a Final title, suggestions welcomed


Twilight comes
While the city traffic hums,
Drifts away
For today
Taking the workers to homes,
Leaves the bones,
All alone,
Steel, brick, asphalt and the stone,
Dark grows streets
Evil treats,
Dwellers hides in living tombs;
Just four rooms,
Locked and barred when Darkness comes.

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If you think of someone whom might like these Gloomstones
Either forward them the email you have gotten, of give them my email,
And when they request I will add them to my list.

If you tire of these Gloomstones Dark and dismal nature
Then write me and I will remove your name.
e-mail pgloom@hotmail.com

Although I don’t mind if you forward my work to others
Please do not post my material on public boards.
Thank you,
Professor Gloom