Praise the Holy One! For from out of man he has created a woman. Woman, to a man is a Thing of beauty, grace, charm, evident of her slow and melodical walk. He is in love with his own mourning, as if she will paralyze him all the way to his death. So where is…
Rape Is
Why, the act itself, naked before me Burning away micro-atoms that lust, It’s an endless pit of excessive worry. My soul left to die in this fiery dust. For we who have experienced a rape – It shifts and lingers as a bad odor, By the nape of rape, I cannot escape. Our dimensional windows…
Reading Rilke’s Book of Hours Upon Awakening During an Early Morning Freeze
Your poetry begets music, but only to the poor. The poor hear each note of hunger upon their wanderings; whether city, or fields, or highways off the desert roads, the poor shall always hear these tattered tunes laying threadbare, frayed at the heel of existence. Your Russian journeys lead you to God, unbeknownst, an intimate…
Reading Rita Dove’s Boccaccio: The Plague Years
Each day, each night, upon the southern island that reaches out to the Gulf of Mexico, the clapboard beach houses raise their tunes of flying fish, slapping hard upon the water’s edge. I was two, perhaps, younger. My memory slips into a time of a golden astonishment, white sand that stings as a round, translucent…
A Favorite Poem of Mine
I very fortunately had my manuscript edited by a PhD Poetic Scholar named Annie Finch where we worked for several months exchanging thoughts, ideas, and the art of language into a small book of poetic compositions, poems I had discerned the writing hereof from experiences from a Bavarian experience, life in the military, and a…
A Heart with Many Rooms
From the heart remain many rooms As lightning fingers from God Singing different melodies For love unearned, I cannot explain, nor comprehend its depths, But as I feel, I know Of many hearts along the way A separate happiness each note shall play. Please, speak to the eyes …
Silver Love Poured Tea
Silver Love Poured Tea by John Gregory Evans © 5/17/2020 3:12:52 AM Your smile, breathless, Ponderosa Pines harvested your voice, Kisses that shed an earthly attire, While Sleeper’s and Pullman’s steal the night, yet Silver love poured tea. The moon breathed deep tonight, Stars gathered Inebriated by the broken silence, Only the darkness smiled! Silver…
Walking Alone in ’81
Walking Alone in ‘81 by John Gregory Evans © 5/17/2020 2:53:22 AM How many rides, were you offered today? Met a stranger with a heart full of compassion? One I’d say, but, other than that It just ain’t happening! These foreign guests within an illusory homeland of hope? Was there one who lifted you in…
Blood Rain
Blood Rain by John Gregory Evans © 5/17/2020 1:58:19 AM Rhythmic seasons arrive by way of violent crimes from within the darkness, as we digest encounters with black and bloody sinuous renegades, of branch and vine. Tiny minnows and tad-poles thirst upon a solitary descent of a complacent pain, as dragonflies carve out their stellar…
Silence Prevailed!
Silence Prevailed by John Gregory Evans From: Vehemence: In Silence We Weep The bus driver knew. Harsh reality set in. Angered by brazen words from English speaking kids, insolent tongues sing of a lady in France. The German sun bit into the driver’s eyes. What did these kindred know of France? And the killing of…
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An Internal Slant Rhyming Ballad from 1972
An Internal Slant Rhyming Ballad from 1972 A Former US Marine [1971-1972] ~ by John Gregory Evans © 5/14/2020 8:00:23 AM (5) 11 Line Stanzas, (1) 5 Line Envoi, the last line for each stanza a refrain. Envoi ddedE and the lines rhyme scheme = ababceddedE Stanza I I am fire fanning the flames of…
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