Month: January 2012

Was it ever Love? [sonnet]

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[For Viva]

When what we think is love does turn its face
towards a nightmare shadowed from the sun;
then tenderness and joy it will displace
with laughing masklike fury’s smoking gun.
For love is not the same as naked lust
(although it sings with mimic tuneful sighs).
The first one gives — the other’s base is thrust;
but power to heal will never brutalize.
How can it slake your soul when fists hail down?
(But yet some strange attraction draws you in).
You’re both his puppet and his random clown
unless you cauterize him from within.
When dust has cleared revealing light above
the question thunders: “Was it ever love?”

© 2012, Alan Morrison

The Party is Over [poem]

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Imprisoned thoughts dribble down my face
while forming patterns damply drowning
like the long-awaited swollenness of
babyfaceless not so darling gentle
crowning from the queen of hearts

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Not Easy going through the Wilderness of this World

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It’s not easy going through the wilderness of this world when one is chock-full of expressive passion. Either it is completely misunderstood, greeted with cringing embarrassment, ridiculed or aggressively rejected. Fortunately, far from negating it, this merely makes the passion stronger, deeper, surer and even more poignant…

Legacy [poem]

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We think we’re so important
in this world of helter-skelter
pitter-patter fleeting fashion.
Do we matter to a universe
our petty lives must bore to
death so much that we create
a yawning chasm resting on
a crutch (earth ash cremate)?

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Learning so Much

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Learning so much. So much to learn. Every day brings dozens of lessons. The old saying “When the pupil is ready, the teacher will come” is soo true. And that teacher can come in many forms: A book, some person one ‘bumps’ into (even for just a minute), a piece of music, a poem, one’s uncanny life process, a painting, a dream or even an actual teacher! Sometimes we have to look for the lessons. If we want them, we’ll get them.

The Dark in your Heart [sonnet]

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You thought me conquered by your silken limbs
and for a while you had me by the throat.
Into my head a thousand acronyms
like ‘false love of a trespasser’ did float.
Bedazzled by your frontlights on my road;
transfixed by mouthish muscularity;
your mountains gripped my membership payload
and drained my horn of masculinity.
And yet you wonder whitely with dismay
how come I through your pantomime did see?
Why not seduced by your sweet cabaret —
your presentation done so adroitly?
Despite your aptitude to hypnotise
I saw dark in your heart without my eyes.

© 2012, Alan Morrison

War of the Words [sonnet]

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The scout returned and broke the wretched news:
The citadel of dreams was breached by those
whose cold prosaic manner misconstrues
the warm Arcadian heart which overflows.
They stormed the walls with ordinary ink
(for that was all they wielded in their quills).
They thought into that city they could slink
with rubber stamps gained from diploma mills.
Yet, though the walls had crumpled from their weight
(for they were legion, marching in a line)
that city they would never arrogate
nor could they its true dwellers undermine.
Espousing shallow intellect in verse
is in this world a sickness and a curse!

© 2012, Alan Morrison