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Silver Love Under a Crescent Moon

O love! This contented night of a crescent moon lie sweetly b' neath a drunken sky, and your hips of round succumb to the dark, the burn of love persuades me to dance naked with imparted lips, the slaughter of my soul...and finger-tips. The tilt of your head as the burn rushes through, the salted…

Villanelle of the Eastern Pond

John G Evans © 2019 Arise, dear child! Walk due East: I have come to greet you, Behold! Our open hearts shall meet. This eastern pond, My masterpiece I’ve spoken words here, created, anew Arise, dear child! Embrace this peace. Through wood, and hill I shall guide your feet Envision this pond filled with morning…

Silence: My Love

Silence, O silence, where has your mystery of union left me? In this midst of an enigmatic cloud of unknowing I search myself, touching, reaching, pulling, always stirring away at my dreams, for who, but I? Am I not in this hypostatic union with the Lover of loves? Why, never has there been a love…

War in ’72

John G Evans © 2019 Ah, poetry! Some do, some don’t. I do. You either like it, or? For me, a splintered soul wounded by the predatorial muse that searches me out in all my vulnerabilities entombs the vastness of these desert skies. Freedom, a word untouched for none owe a guilty price. Or, we…

Desolation

Beyond my darkest desolation I have cried a thousand tears. Music has not entered my heart for decades of not hearing each note and, through each teary-eyed moment I have known but one bliss. And, through this devastating loss I have suffered a magnanimous pain. And yet, this god of Mercy has rendered his divine…

This Risque Night: A Villanelle

Thus, engraved of form within my soul, my words do flow – I shall write from memory days recalled in the absence of soul where each encounter does render its toll. This Risqué Night: A Villanelle John G Evans © 2016 I’ve lived this dark and risqué night, befallen and stroked by this erotic burn…

The Hypostatic Union:

A New Revolution of Love (A Witness to a Covenant of Love from God and a Purely, Divine, Spiritual Ecstasy) NOTE: This article’s primary intention is not to share in argument with theologians, scholars, or philosophers for I have not the mental capacity nor the perseverance and stamina to argue. My purpose is to share…

Ancient Truths of Love

John G Evans © 2019 Stony hearts wait upon a bed of fiery coals, giving the essence of we away freely, with nothing else to lose. We play in the danger zones of regimented minds and melodies from ancient times, as King David, and, the eyes of his barbed heart. We wait in our tall…

Walking toward Mercy

I am the Samurai who draws up courage from the ink wells scribing time, where death is not darkness, but shooting arrows drop by drop for a liquified line, of word, fluid yes, discerning of all said rhymes, or not, but a hunger strikes each hungered note, making it mine. Is life all of misery,…

A Beautiful Mystery

Soulfully engaged with this mystery, I seek Yet, the Proverbs hold the keys to a good life With a woman, I say, beauty, be it vain, that runs off the roof As of a late-night desert rain, charm as deceptive as a mirage of food On a plate lost high upon the rolling vast plains,…