joy

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blazed through packed
pub

on tails of wounded
evenings

unexpected,
engaging.

nabbed my sturdy bowl of
scotch,

bodly took a sip-

adverse to sharing,
I made acception

in appreciation-

you placed digit over
lip.

your name was joy

but it was danger
took my sweaty
hand.

behind fractured panes
of soulless gaze,

hammed up tired
script-

lonely me,
bought into it-

sordid,
bewitched.

sprang up from-
stool

light,
feather scattered bar

to swindle next free
drink.

your kind of joy, tasty
fleeting-

playful,
deceiving.

dissolving into glass of
ice.

cursed your stunning
confidence-

doubted my appeal
and competence,

‘midst clucks
and clutter

from my one man
island

© Anthony Gorman 2017

 

 

1,500 bloggers appreciation

hands in the garden

I just wanted to take a moment to thank everybody who has taken the time to read and support my blog.  My poetry can touch on some dicey subjects and shifts moods frequently, so I am amazed that so many people tune in. I am honoured to have the opportunity to connect with so many talented artists through WordPress and hope to further develop as a writer from this creative enrichment of others’ words and images. 

Keep it creative folks, and words.. keep em’ short. 😉

Sincerely,

GG

will you be my valentine? RESULTS!!

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Well! You all made my crummy Valentine’s day!  I received far more response than I had expected! For those who didn’t tune in earlier, I professed my quest for a Valentine for today’s hallmark love day, promising a custom written poem for the participant chosen as Valentine to this old grouch.

I’ve decided out of my appreciation for all that took the time to respond, that I have written custom poems for “all responders”.  (i hate picking favourites!) Below are the poems along with the names of the participants and their web link.

Thanks for playing along with my lame little game and hope you all enjoy your poems!

  1. Nandita, A Tangle of Weeds.

weaving words
like sacred
silks,

brushed ‘gainst
cheek like
feathers.

weathered
tales
of sun and
storm-

gifts of
sentiment-

forever.

2) Pascale, Pascale’s Healing Journey

age is but
digit-

the hour’s cruel
limit,

cares only
how you choose
to fill it.

sunsets swollen,
plucked from
skies

placed, with
kiss, in browns
of eyes.

such moments,
bloomed and
realized,

in scowl and
swirling hands
of time.

3) Becky, Becky’s Mental Mess

warmth of
heart,

strength of
spirit-

lived so
much,

still here to
tell it.

creative shine,
no one can
dull it,

though they’ve
tried,

she’ll have none
of it.

some days
glisten,

others
dark-

becky,
never without
spark.

4) Deb, Deby Blogs

king of
jungle-

short of
humble

rousing roar,

wakes me from
slumber.

silk mane
caught in
danger’s glow,

soulful gaze,
gentle and
slow-

kind of beast
i’d kill to
know.

5) Stella, sbailey

fondest memory

kept in back
of canyon
mind.

hard to find
through dizzy
chime of echos-

careening off
of cliffs,

humbled.

there you
sit, kind
and cozy-

heart in bloom
for me.

6) Jeanne, Borderline Crossing

unspoken words
of stories
broken-

the fight inside,
where we
collide,

but touch through
thoughts

calms fiercer
tides,

in closeness
amplified

 

WHEW! That was a lot of work.  Happy Valentine’s Day and to all a good night! (until my next poem, of course)

 

GG