It was the eyes that got me, those eyes,
undecided between green or brown,
the transition betwixt and between
a cosmic riot -
galactic nebulae swirls
like pictures from Hubble,
iridescence that caught the light,
played with it like a lazy cat
then loosed upon…
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels,
and have not breasts, and though I have the gift of
prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge;
My lover embraces me today
Takes my hand, pulls me closer
Envelops me in his arms
Kisses so delicious
Tasting his tongue
He licks me
What could have happened
to bring about such corruption
that the human element
is no longer present…Continue
poem © 2012 by Fred Hallman
There was a fish…Continue
In the glistening of Spring
young winds are born,
hatchling mouth gaping
for frozen bits of thermal carrion,
gleaning what nourishment they can
from the keening of last winter’s gales.
Summertime zephyrs are on their own,
casting themselves in currents of warmth,
deciding from moment to moment
whether they will caress or sting.
They move as they must
for only those most fit
may sail forward into Fall.
Late autumn gales dance in…Continue
Added by Christopher Reilley on November 29, 2012 at 9:37am — No Comments
to be read aloud....
A child was born and grew to stand,
in sand-spurred sand, and watched the sails;
of ships from shores of foreign lands-
he grew to wend through tortured trails
his way to those exotic strands,
advising all who might inquire
the origin of this wand'ring male;…Continue
Snow upon a homeless soul
stooped inside a doorway
hiding from the cutting wind
weary from hard times again,
suffering a poor man’s pain,
wondering why rich men reign,
holding on that God will come
and bless his family,
somewhere in a shelter
in this large city.
He regains his feet to move
somewhere down the street…
Waits to be dreamt
Caresses of the…
In The December Grey
after Satan laughs
there will be no Vicodin today
In the parking lot a shadowy figure mumbled a kind of
hello. At first I thought him an hallucination, but with the
sun breaking through the bleakness and codeine deprivation
vice-gripping my brain, I recognized Gary's black onyx…Continue
poem © Fred Hallman 2012
(to be read aloud)
I am Enkidu not Gilgamesh - a native libertarian I am!
While sampling Shamat's pulchritude,
I nibbled round her baited hook,
then swam away as free fish do.
So 'scaped from Babylon I am,
nay schooled nor drooled on her spavined teat.…Continue
A Winter Street
Upon a winter street one day
I saw the empty pockets
on poor man’s face.
Compelled, I asked his business
although ‘twas not my place.
He replied his year was hard;
he lost his job, lost his house
and then he lost his way.
I tried to hand him twenty
and he told me of his Grace;
a daughter ill at only four
This cold autumn day
heavy clouds above
the promise of…Continue
Reveal yourself to me,
I yearn to know more.
Touch me intimately
from across a crowded room
with nothing but your eyes.
Show me the power of your desire.
Tell me how I might grasp your soul
and pull, so sweetly.
Lay with me, teach me to fly,
hold me within your grasp, that I might be free.
Give me a moment of your life
that I might know the infinite.
From where I lie, I see
the landscape of your body
stretching out before…
Added by Christopher Reilley on November 26, 2012 at 3:28pm — No Comments
We wander the edge of uncertainty
hoping to find the path,
looking for guidance as we move
toward the unknown each day;
never the same encounters,
never expected results,
never the best scenario
as we all find our way.
Fog brings an unclear future
as we grope through the mist;
each step a new adventure
somehow not on…
Mittens on the mice this morning
as they dart about
looking for a breakfast meal
underneath the feeder
where the birds have spilled some seed
and the advantageous treats
will fill their early need.
Crystal clear water
After The Frost Subsides
Crystallized dew holds nature in pause
then the radiance of the morning sun
evokes a pulse to the new day
as I watch in awe, all, which is a gift
to my aging eyes
listening to the morning song
of those feathered few who remain
determined to face winter
for another year in God’s garden.