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,…
Dearest Judith
Whitman: A Word Cloud Poem
John G Evans © 2019 Poetry translate experience life cynical lack of trust injured as a child humanity factor vision of hope the still woods naked in all my truths Plant you permanently within us insatiate minsters sour death To experience the translation of a poet, why, it makes sense. Though life,…
Oh, This Erotic Burn
John G Evans © 2017 I am fire fanning the flames of crucified flesh unduly forsaken – I am the hot, red, hallowed blood that burns through guiltless veins – I am the sacred night that burns for these mystic curves – Ignited by a smile, a word of comfort, or …
Distant Shores in a Four-Bedroom House
Pacing - four walls I call home is not easy Cutting a rug to distant shores I see a Samurai sword, a painting of a junk rig, an iron peacock, a woman warrior, and a Hindu Holy man photographed by Joey L. I appear to enjoy the journey It appeals to my…
John G Evans & Paavo Oso Arts 