Unspeakable Truth
Your touch spoke with softness I had long forgotten, gentle truths the world no longer understands mysterious truths which were once, so clear and I learned of whispers my ears would never hear when I walked in the light of your eyes, and melted across your soul, in one moment worth more than eternal damnation. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright ｩ 2000 |
Paper Boats
Come with me my freckled lass and we'll set out to sea. All the wonders above and below are waiting for you and me. We'll tame the waves and harness the wind and be home in time for tea. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright ｩ 2000 |
Praying For Rain
We slice lemons in the orchard mouths tingling taste the pulp tongues swell at the aftertaste spitting seeds curved downward cold and bound to barren soil praying for rain. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright ｩ 2000 |
Nightscape
Ridges we can never climb Craters we will never cross Trapped in air we can not breath Battling demons no longer seen In mock existence of forgotten dreams. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright ｩ 2000 |
Dusty Trail
She rode bow-legged and bare back red gown hiked high heels squeezing moments from years covered with dust. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright ｩ 2000 |
Self-Preservation
Our minds bend truth 'till it snaps squarely lodged between our eyes seeing lies, conjured hoping to bury past hurt knowing our vices have fallen short and lack substance our only comfort understanding and acceptance. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright ｩ 2000 |
Distant World
Memories are like a distant world we are allowed to visit. When we get too old to know where we are we take residency in the land of memories. 'Till then, we squirm through life trying not to snag our skin moving around sharp corners. I don't think I will mind when the road ends and earth evaporates into endless blue gliding against my wings. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright ｩ 2000 |
Women Are Fish
Heaven help the woman who's found the perfect mate She'll place herself in bondage like a fish who's taken bait Till fate pulls out the hook and serves her, poached upon his plate ! Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright ｩ 2000 |
Mountain Birth
Her words, played like a fine fiddle mountain madness clapping and stomping conceived in corners where I was pulled butt first and crying while they danced I slept on rough wood. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright ｩ 2000 |
Limited Edition
Passion blown blue-white I'm formed fluttering rounded I breathe life holding you deep, inside shimmering love's reflection forever signed by my maker. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright ｩ 2000 |
Media Hype
Media blazes, cut-throat tales, stripped-down like a hooker, hard-core with no real interest just a smirk, and a fifty left on the dresser. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright ｩ 2000 |
Under The Covers
Night covers our surrounding points of reference, man-made time evaporates, exposing possibilities, ghost-like figures, beyond our grasp. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright ｩ 2000 |
Beyond Sight
Where peaceful waters flow through today, tomorrow unlimited, circles 'round never lost, always found to be a part of everything that was and will remain changing form, beyond sight and beyond our understanding. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright ｩ 2000 |
Reverend Mosley
Add a little Southern drawl to this one. *smiling* Last time I was there I remember hell fire broke out while half the congregation was coppin' zzzzs even Gurty, at 'er organ sported a tripple chin face down in prayer Reverend Mosley figured Clara an' Bell lookin' fat an' sassy fanned stale air gabbin' an' primpin' a bit Reverend Mosley preached a fine sermon 'bout families supportin' eachother said th' Church is family toward sermon's end piety rose ta pass th' plate women-folk forkin' their men ta put a little somethin' in a widow-lady, sittin' alone on society's good graces dropped the fattest envelope Reverend Mosley said closin' prayer shook our hands out th' door and thanked the widow-lady walkin' toward his caddy. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright ｩ 2000 |
Afterglow
Past body and mind wind-songs whisper, forever in cosmic afterglow Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright ｩ 2000 |
Nightingale
To moonlight the nightingale sings soft as dew-drops seeding my mind beading my cheeks to wet my lips for shadow-dreams slow dancing, frame by black marble frame as the nightingale sings to moonlight. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright ｩ 2000 |
Requiem For A Muse
Black ink swirls wind blown broad strokes over dark gray half-formed images seep ooze death lifeless as my palette Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright ｩ 2000 |
Hot Poetry
Slap it down RAW Trim it LEAN Tenderize and season to taste Let it simmer in its own juices Skim the fat and serve it HOT Poetry Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright ｩ 2000 |
I知 Here (dedicated to children everywhere)
I知 here, my little darling Dry those tiny tears Come, snuggle close to mamaw I値l comfort all your fears. I知 here, my little darling Don稚 listen to the sound Mamaw痴 here to hold you As mortars shell the ground. I知 here, my little darling Lay your head upon my chest Your big, brown eyes are heavy So take a little rest. I知 here, my little darling To hold your fragile hand Praying for your safety Until the troops disband. I知 here, my little darling Though blood runs down my arm I値l watch over you, my darling And keep you safe from harm. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright ｩ 2000 |
Along The Way
Many things are fad
reappear
recycled.
Many are hypotheses
fact, today
judged, tomorrow
still others, change
with technology.
We all have opinions
knowledge
of what we think
we know
and we may
or, may not get
where we want to go
but we can
enjoy each other
along the way.
Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright ｩ 2000
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