Half past the nightmare hour
I sit shivering in my room
the doom approaches
no new day comes
wraiths of the dead
stand in the road
graveyard hitch hikers,
ghosts of outlaw bikers
Hell and damnation come
not a single road leads to Rome
The dead are lost,
the lost are angry
All of them are coming home.
The Poet
Monday, May 25, 2015
... And It Was Good by Ron Porter ©2015
she poured me a cup
of golden sun and,
said to me “come drink”
as the wind caressed her curls
like lover’s fingers running through
Her laughing eyes and summer smile
ran like fiery little foxes
through the grassy fields around
and the sound of her voice soothed me
like waves that wash a sandy shore
we spoke of dreams in the making
and the architecture of desire
while upon the surface of the blue lake abutting
white sails of boats that rode the waves
floated by like clouds on wounded wings
of golden sun and,
said to me “come drink”
as the wind caressed her curls
like lover’s fingers running through
Her laughing eyes and summer smile
ran like fiery little foxes
through the grassy fields around
and the sound of her voice soothed me
like waves that wash a sandy shore
we spoke of dreams in the making
and the architecture of desire
while upon the surface of the blue lake abutting
white sails of boats that rode the waves
floated by like clouds on wounded wings
Savor The Flavor by Ron Porter ©2015
Oh, I remember the taste of you;
wild honey, spice and fresh morning dew;
as the scent of hybrid roses, peaches
promise and passion permeated the room
Your lips- ripe, effluvient with heat
red juicy and tart like pomegranate
dripped with nectar, intoxicating and sweet
I was inebriated with your love
drunker on pleasure than ever on wine
the whole world tottered and reeled
and I ate the fruit as it grew...
And, shivered at the thrill as I took my fill
and savored the flavor of you
wild honey, spice and fresh morning dew.
wild honey, spice and fresh morning dew;
as the scent of hybrid roses, peaches
promise and passion permeated the room
Your lips- ripe, effluvient with heat
red juicy and tart like pomegranate
dripped with nectar, intoxicating and sweet
I was inebriated with your love
drunker on pleasure than ever on wine
the whole world tottered and reeled
and I ate the fruit as it grew...
And, shivered at the thrill as I took my fill
and savored the flavor of you
wild honey, spice and fresh morning dew.
Birds by Ron Porter ©2015
birds ride the sky, high and free
they have it so much better than me
summer heat pushes
people from parlor to porch
street corner serenades, a capella
fired by wine and desire
oh to be a bird and ride
so far above these city streets
away from the maelstrom
the heat and weariness
of another summer spent
in poverty and want
when there is no place
you can afford to go
nothing worthwhile to do
(you would if you could)
but birds... they rise
above clouds, in night skies
man! birds have it so good
they have it so much better than me
summer heat pushes
people from parlor to porch
street corner serenades, a capella
fired by wine and desire
oh to be a bird and ride
so far above these city streets
away from the maelstrom
the heat and weariness
of another summer spent
in poverty and want
when there is no place
you can afford to go
nothing worthwhile to do
(you would if you could)
but birds... they rise
above clouds, in night skies
man! birds have it so good
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
March Winds, A Senryu by Ron Porter ©2015
Wind blows hard tonight
Cold front coming; chill in air.
I recall your eyes
Cold front coming; chill in air.
I recall your eyes
That Song By "HEART" ©2015
We loved and laughed all summer long
I thought we had found love real and true
because passion and sex held on so strong
I proved, alas, to be quite mistaken;
How could I have been so wrong?
And, on the radio, Heart kept on singing
If you love me like music, I'll be your song
I thought we had found love real and true
because passion and sex held on so strong
I proved, alas, to be quite mistaken;
How could I have been so wrong?
And, on the radio, Heart kept on singing
If you love me like music, I'll be your song
Let's Look AT The Replay by Ronald S Porter ©2015
Confusion reigns. chaos sings
outlaws control The Bunny Trail
Ain't no Peter Cottontail coming
A different drummer is drumming
The tortoise he sits back and counts
long-shot winnings from the race.
Meanwhile the jukebox starts to scream
and the pool table has gotten hungry.
This ain't no fantasy football league
The bullets are realer than concrete
Cartoon characters hijack trucks
Cigarettes sell for a dollar per dime
The dice are rolling and if
I don't bring nine, there ain't no Jesus, so
Don't do the crime if you can't do time.
outlaws control The Bunny Trail
Ain't no Peter Cottontail coming
A different drummer is drumming
The tortoise he sits back and counts
long-shot winnings from the race.
Meanwhile the jukebox starts to scream
and the pool table has gotten hungry.
This ain't no fantasy football league
The bullets are realer than concrete
Cartoon characters hijack trucks
Cigarettes sell for a dollar per dime
The dice are rolling and if
I don't bring nine, there ain't no Jesus, so
Don't do the crime if you can't do time.
Sweets, Soup and Song by Ronald Porter ©2015
She sang the Campbell's Soup Song
Once she sang it all night long
Doze and sing; sing and doze, it went on
from sometime just before midnight
it ended a little bit after dawn
With us too sated, even to yawn.
I loved the sweet Mocha Chocolatta
I'd bury my face in the bowl
until I had to come up for air
It was a sweet treat from down south
I loved to nibble and lick and suck it
"Til it finally melted in my mouth.
She truly appreciated my appetite
I loved the way she sang all night.
Once she sang it all night long
Doze and sing; sing and doze, it went on
from sometime just before midnight
it ended a little bit after dawn
With us too sated, even to yawn.
I loved the sweet Mocha Chocolatta
I'd bury my face in the bowl
until I had to come up for air
It was a sweet treat from down south
I loved to nibble and lick and suck it
"Til it finally melted in my mouth.
She truly appreciated my appetite
I loved the way she sang all night.
Fire Outside by Ron Porter ©2015
the streets were all on fire
the night, a living, stalking thing
the war zone was closed for repairs
we walked home in the rain
our staircase was no Jacob's ladder
at midnight the ball came to end
we mounted and found the apex
and repeated all night long
nothing was left out or, behind
there were no causes to discern
through the window-a vivid vista
and the streets continue to burn
the night, a living, stalking thing
the war zone was closed for repairs
we walked home in the rain
our staircase was no Jacob's ladder
at midnight the ball came to end
we mounted and found the apex
and repeated all night long
nothing was left out or, behind
there were no causes to discern
through the window-a vivid vista
and the streets continue to burn
Downside Up and outside In by Ronald S Porter ©2015
The trees are telling lies on me-
rain is falling upside down.
I have lipstick on my collar
and, a lucky penny in my shoe.
All that I can think about
is you, you, you!
Car tires hum Amazing Grace
lampposts melt down in the heat
Ice cream cones go flying south
A dime a dozen? I'll take two.
All I truly want, right now,
is a little you, you you!
The streets are rolled up for the night,
the midnight train runs at ten.
Don't panic, the buses are running;
All the red lights just turned blue.
Baby, I'm running all the way home
to get back to... her. Yeah... her.
rain is falling upside down.
I have lipstick on my collar
and, a lucky penny in my shoe.
All that I can think about
is you, you, you!
Car tires hum Amazing Grace
lampposts melt down in the heat
Ice cream cones go flying south
A dime a dozen? I'll take two.
All I truly want, right now,
is a little you, you you!
The streets are rolled up for the night,
the midnight train runs at ten.
Don't panic, the buses are running;
All the red lights just turned blue.
Baby, I'm running all the way home
to get back to... her. Yeah... her.
Odd Essay by Ron Porter ©2015
I stood in the sunshine at midnight
when the moon ran down in blood
all the stars fell from the skies
like crystal teardrops from lovers' eyes.
Like Icarus, love flew too close to the sun
So great the height-so far the fall
Tied to flesh's mast, I did suffer and thrash
Yet lived to recall the sound of the Sirens' call
Medusa's visage turned to regard me
No mirror employed nor, averted gaze
I beheld and was not turned to stone
Tho music of madness sang in my bones
Wars and adventure all became tedious.
Long ago I went out, in good company
Today I a, returned all alone just in time
to reclaim all I thought had been lost to me.
when the moon ran down in blood
all the stars fell from the skies
like crystal teardrops from lovers' eyes.
Like Icarus, love flew too close to the sun
So great the height-so far the fall
Tied to flesh's mast, I did suffer and thrash
Yet lived to recall the sound of the Sirens' call
Medusa's visage turned to regard me
No mirror employed nor, averted gaze
I beheld and was not turned to stone
Tho music of madness sang in my bones
Wars and adventure all became tedious.
Long ago I went out, in good company
Today I a, returned all alone just in time
to reclaim all I thought had been lost to me.
Numbered Days ©2015
Oh, depths of sorrow that rise over me
How I long to be free; unencumbered.
Tell me, if my days are numbered,
What number day might this one be?
How long, chained in slavery...
To poverty, anger, sickness and sadness?
Which number quenches flames of madness
that sear and scorch to marrow of bone?
When, what day, will torment leave me alone;
How long shall misery sit the throne?
Which is the numbered day
When desire and all its frustration,
calamity and strife, no longer hold sway?
What is the count 'til all sins I atone
and, count myself, safely home?
How I long to be free; unencumbered.
Tell me, if my days are numbered,
What number day might this one be?
How long, chained in slavery...
To poverty, anger, sickness and sadness?
Which number quenches flames of madness
that sear and scorch to marrow of bone?
When, what day, will torment leave me alone;
How long shall misery sit the throne?
Which is the numbered day
When desire and all its frustration,
calamity and strife, no longer hold sway?
What is the count 'til all sins I atone
and, count myself, safely home?
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Looking For Danger by Ron Porter ©2015
I’ll be leaving before the new sun come
Away from the ho-hum of your hum-drum.
I’m looking to live me a life of danger.
I’ll run with scissors
and piss in rivers
And, take candy from a whole lot of strangers!
Away from the ho-hum of your hum-drum.
I’m looking to live me a life of danger.
I’ll run with scissors
and piss in rivers
And, take candy from a whole lot of strangers!
The Hungry Street by Ron Porter ©2015
Oh, these ragged streets-this jagged mind
people left behind, now gone or lost
that is the cost of the predatory way
we lived our lives and, the games we’d play
so many swallowed by the hungry street
no body is safe; there is no protection
when the beast of concrete is ready to eat
lives are erased-vanished without a trace
the bigger the rats... the faster they race
the street, ever poised, awaits one more taste.
people left behind, now gone or lost
that is the cost of the predatory way
we lived our lives and, the games we’d play
so many swallowed by the hungry street
no body is safe; there is no protection
when the beast of concrete is ready to eat
lives are erased-vanished without a trace
the bigger the rats... the faster they race
the street, ever poised, awaits one more taste.
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