Author: Lord Bison
Writer’s (Burlesque) Block
Poem You know – the finality that slams doors, vibrates the sound to Stimulate inner ears Where the imagination retires to Change its skin and emerge to Entice, Engross, Seduce Where these canals...
Finally, a Will
Poem So childlike I can’t be like love, like that Strength, yes The heirlooms passed down from fathers To sons like sparks given to an anvil From hammers Greatness laughs As a child,...
Lionize with Care
Poem Never place one foot forward and the other Backward In the dim of the screen’s glare I Dared to dream the quiet texts Wishful boredom Polite, forced attention was for My fifteen...
Do This; Thing
Poem Okay non sequitur The eyes really do contain a sliver Of soul No, no recant at this point is poor form Shows that your manners slink away when the going gets rough,...
Firm Grasp
Poem A flight on the back of a kite Bruise the ego only when no one looks From on the other side maybe the French Way of settling discord Married unwittingly alongside The...
Young Once
Poem Properly, your shoes plant On the ground off that last step Of the porch steps Momma looks on, her unwavering Glance Two things, faith and dynamite Which will be graced unto you...
Demonstration
Poem Ink black Forward, for my taste Sitting on the outside of a brim Forgotten in the pleasantries Dimming the space Drum along in time Music a picture More so a timing rhythm...
Labor(less) Day
Poem A carefully planned trip heads south When the supermarket I go to before Hitting the beach is now a Gutted, renovated shell My trusted landmark killed by progress We started late, uncertain...
To Obtain Consent
Poem Drawn curtains Folded linen Tired, laden with pretense I don’t want you Lie, frustrate thrown across open chasms Really only the foyer and bedroom Freedom is only a doorway From time to egress...
Privacy – Comes And Goes
Poem Who can be the judge Against the rallying cry Of lovers at night? Headboards revolt; pause The ardent groans cause changes In tempo – suspense! Jealousy claims me Their lives hold a completion...
Crossroads
Poem Great job Looks like it, from here Ending-type colored sky That may point to denouement Those ribbons placed for Quality of win Classy, out of place though Life beginning stormy-like An “I...
