Meaningful Phrases

all alone; i am not lonely
i've gotten over missing you
all regret has now abated
and faded from my remember when

no more bee is in the shoe
no longer a dead cat on the line
i came to a warmer place and,
stocked up on feeling better now

it was not hard to start anew
i have done so all my life
all my idle hours i currently spend
building me an i like it like that

the old rings don't fit my finger
the old hat is gone from my head
no longer do i ride in my haunting past
i drive around town in my brighter day ahead

sometimes it seems crazy
all these phases i go through
better to head toward i don't know
that retreat back to i used to do.

Immolation by Ronald S Porter ©2022

 

Oh, the memory of our fiery passion

and white hot liquid lust,

runs like molten lightning bolts

through flesh, sinew and tendon

feeding flames of fevered desire.

It spurns on return to

hot hedonistic hunger

... to lascivious heated meat.

How my profaned frame is seared

neath the blazing sun of yearning

seeking sensual release from

burning remembrance and recall

of the agonizing ecstatic immolation

of our two bodies locked together

in the sweet torment of love.

 

 

 

I wrote a crappy poem, a few years back, in my exercise book. I didn't even bother to title it because it was (to me) a complete failure. It started out okay but became awful after a few lines. I found that poem last night and decided to try to rewrite it. And that explains the title.

 

Rewrite Of A Crappy Poem by Ronald S Porter ©2022

 

I have gathered pain filled metaphors

in this liar's jar (this mind)

and hoarded bleeding similes

in my sin-sick soul

poetic devices , like exotic spices

flavor the taste of my misery

still I can not choke it down

my eyes bleed and i retch

coughing up vile viscous bile

dark desires flow through me

like poison in my veins

i gaze to the sky and wait to die

despair and remorse circle

like raptors, carrion birds wait

to feast on my remains

and i whisper to both heaven and hell

... "See? I told you so."

hollow idols answer "fare thee well"

 

 

 

Untold Story#2 by Ronald S Porter ©2022

 

Story untold-words unsaid

in heart and head they echo

like a copper penny dropped

into a deep dark dry well

songs unsung whisper through

oceans of soul, deserts in mind

And, I find my face trapped in

shattered mirrors and magic spells

i wish i could write or recite

legends of longing I cannot tell

 

 

 

Unanswered, Unsung by Ronald S Porter ©2022

 

I've unanswered questions to ask,

As well as unsung songs to sing.

Did I overreach when I tried to fly,

And rise too high on Icarus' wing?

Did I move to fast, or go too slow?

When I sat to play, did my cards show?

Was I a fool, or just lose my cool?

Where in the world did she go?

Someone please tell me, I need to know!

 

 

 

The Struggle Is Real! by Ronald S Porter ©2022

 

Jesus gave me water, yeah!

Smith's Liquor Store, gave me wine.

I always had a tough way to go

Since I first tried to walk the line

Between profane and divine.

 

At three, I learned "Yes, Jesus Loves Me".

My spiritual journey had it's start.

The same time Chuck Berry hit the chart

And, told me the story of Maybellene

How to serve the King, yet catch a Queen?

 

So many times I stood faithful, right at

The church door but turned back,

All because I saw some brown-eyed beauty

Riding by in a coffee colored Cadillac.

 

 

 

Can You hear Me Now? by Ronald S Porter ©2022

 

Heart of my soul, life of my love:

You walk with me in visions of dreams.

My fondest hope, sincerest desire

You play erotic, exotic, soft songs in me.

You are the shivers that climb my spine.

The soft vice whispering warm words

In my ear as I smile in my slumber

Your touch tattooed heat in my flesh-

You live in my breathe, every sight and sound.

Are you picking up what I'm putting down?

Not what you might think...

Walk with me in early morn...

When the evening sun goes down

Rest your head across my chest.

 

 

 

Been a long time since I wrote a Hobo poem. So here's one.

 

The Hobo's Answer by Ronald S Porter ©2022

 

In the evenin', cold and damp

Me and John Jacoby on the tramp

Sheltered in a muscadine grove

Sat staring at the hurricane lamp

 

Supper was two thin slices of spam

One flat of saltines smeared with jam

One of them little tins of deviled ham

More'n some will eat tonight, got-dam!

 

"What way you gonna head tomorrow?"

That was John's question to me.

I felt a a wave of sadness and sorrow

My thoughts went back to Tennessee

 

I wondered if she still dressed all in red

Did she still wear seven braids on her head?

Oh how I loved her but, love is blind

she said she felt imprisoned in the life we led.

 

So I left her in that little cottage far behind

Hopped myself a train leaving Tennessee

To find what could replace what I'd lost

And see all the sights my eyes could see

 

I thought about John Jacoby's question,

Only a moment, as I scratched my jaw.

With my heart and mind back up in Memphis

I answered with one word- "Arkansas".

 

 

 

 

Jim Crow Danced by Ronald S Porter ©2022

Niggahs put a couch on the sidewalk

in front of Curley's tavern

in 1963, and in 1964

the Civil Rights act was passed

And when I consider if

these two things are connected...

 

I wonder if I should use Tide with bleach

and is it okay to serve Thunderbird wine,

to white folks, at my New Years party.

Would they take the gesture as ironic

insulting or sarcastic.

Or give me kudos for being authentic.

 

Come to me my Alabaster brothers

and, lay yo burdens down.

We don't tap dance anymore

You no longer have to act like clowns

...Ah salamm alekkum, muthafuckas!

 

 

 

Sometimes, I just like to pick up a pen and lose my mind on the paper.

 

My Mini Midnight Mind Dump by Ronald S Porter ©2022

 

Oh Lordy Lord, please take me far away

to someplace that's temperate and dry

where dingoes dance and no mosquitoes fly,

and the bats don't fill up the nighttime sky.

Where all the fields are lush, fresh and green,

and gang-banging gophers are never seen:

A place where little girls still wear crinoline.

I have no idea what crinoline is

But, lead me to the land of '58 Fords

Where the cheese whizz and seltzer fizz!

Let me run barefoot through the trees,

Where Squirrels wears blue jeans and BVDs;

Where pigeons as big as bovines soar

And, towering waterfalls of Kool-Aid roar.

The land where my grandfather's bones are buried!

Let me walk through the alleys paved with silver

Never fearful, fatigued, harassed or hurried.

Climate change fears have many people worried.

Me, I'll just sit and watch flowing rivers.

But, I don't swim because the water is cold

And cold water gives me goose-bumps and shivers

Lordy Lord, set me down somewhere in days of old.

 

 

Windows Wallpaper Settings by Ronald S Porter ©2022

 

Maybe I could get you out of my mind.

It would only take a very short while,

If I quit using your pic for wallpaper.

But baby, you have such a beautiful smile!

There are no bad memories to arouse

When I gaze at the screen as it fades to black

Anytime and every time I see that smile,

The only thing I can do is just smile back!