featured in the poetry forum August 9, 2018  :: 0 comments

I am the past,
I am the present,
I am the future,
It is the time I am living
A fruit of: my KARMA.

I am the WATER
Blood in my veins
By the heat, scalding.
I am the AIR a moving spirit
I breath. I am the EARTH,
An elemental dust
A flesh to decay.

I am the SKY,
A lurking void
Of the universe, to unite.
So, it is not me,
What I am saying “I”.

I am a product
Of a FIRE, empty
Like a living smoke.

Smoke! Smoke!!
And Smoke!!!

editors note:

Where there’s smoke… – mh clay

Red apple

featured in the poetry forum June 10, 2018  :: 0 comments

In a nightmare,
I awake.

In the unconscious
Hours of sleep.
A thought in me
Was eager
For: beauty.

Her face is:
A red apple,
With a juicy bite,
I realize.

editors note:

A midnight snack for an apple a day. – mh clay

Nocturnal juice

featured in the poetry forum April 6, 2018  :: 0 comments

Depth of night
Where your shy lips
Were shivering
But the smile
Was attractive.

I fondle you,
Your coy smooch;
Attacks tenderly.
As you huddle me,
A pair of clementine,
Ask me to peel.
They were
So soft.

A sweet,
Juice of night
You serve;
to my thirsty

editors note:

Ah! Sweet, surreptitious squeeze. No juice fast for me. – mh clay

The shine on your face.

featured in the poetry forum January 25, 2018  :: 0 comments

A hook in the eyes,
Fishing a dream.
Enthralled, pulling: a rope
To net your mute beauty
Unmatched, climbing high
To harvest on eyes.

In the vacant horizon I play,
Reading every silence.
Find you are my life, when I am alone.
There you stand in front,
What is that of you?

Unreserved, planted deep,
A memory; missing: I cry.
Recurring dream of a foreign beauty
Haunted deep flying high.
I walk alone,
In a lonely street.

Tickling my roots of:
Involuntary sleeping nerves,
rubbing on a flint you spark.
The fire of: your beauty,
That you ornament and
The shine on your face,
Paralyze my mind.

editors note:

The bliss of a fish afloat in muse waters; delightful paralysis. – mh clay

Evacuated brain

featured in the poetry forum November 16, 2017  :: 0 comments

In a vortex,
Flour of my mind,
Dough, and spin.
Loosing free the skeins
Of: a thought.
Experience ink.

Memory of the day,
Like Hydra walk.
Looking for veins to suck
Needle my skin.
Stranded I walk bleeding,
As you ravish me
On the way.

That coagulates
On my feet, slimy
and slippery, I end:
With spindle yarn
Of leeches: a rein
Controlling my
Evacuated brain.

editors note:

No brains, no headache? No matter, everything is empty in the end. – mh clay

Destitute dreamer

featured in the poetry forum September 19, 2017  :: 0 comments

Is gonna think?
Her vague presence
Buried in the
Womb of silence,
And I weep for
Her beauty.

Got drunk,
In my madness,
Spinning her dream;
In the haywire.
Loitering in the streets
In search of poetry,
Collecting sights
To stir, in alleys.

On a temple porch,
Pondering night,
Did not meet any thought.
Melting by the temperatures
Of: emotion, kissing whose
Unkissed lips.
You create a current,
Oh! Volatile.

Dancing with
The caressing breeze
For the droplets of dew
Distilled tonight.
Surprise of a turn
With sericeous head
And seductive smile
Disappear within a wink
Flying to the world:
Of nymph.

And as a
Destitute dreamer,
Staring at her flight
I wait for an
Early plane
To catch.

editors note:

Another flight of fancy. Boarding Dream Air, now! – mh clay


featured in the poetry forum July 24, 2017  :: 0 comments

Flocculant wool,
Weaving a gravid

A blunt tip,
Blindly forged
Into a furnace
Of a brain
To sharp.

A sharpener
To pencil a thread of
Wired inkblot

Yarns the knot,
Giving shape to
A textile she

Beats of a heart
In a line of yarns
How I got

editors note:

From yarn to yarn; words woven into a tale. – mh clay


featured in the poetry forum May 18, 2017  :: 0 comments

Into silence

Stock hold
Of energy scalding
Invisible here.

A thought,
Vague utterance
Of the vast;
A thunder.

The flash of
A current of
Brain wave

Ember liquid
Golden rim of
Volcano wearing
Crater on my paper
waites the rain.

To become
A lake, where;
I can swim
So deep.

editors note:

Pen pulls poet into paper crater; fire and water ensue. – mh clay

The seine

featured in the poetry forum March 19, 2017  :: 0 comments

To fish
By the shore
I spread, the seine
Intertwined string
The knots.

I let
My sinkers drown
Loosening the rope
Waiting for her sight
Occupied with
Similar job
Other side.

How long
Do we live
Face to face
Opposite banks
Dissemble not, please
To embowel in arms
Come into the waters
I will pull ashore
The seine.

editors note:

The original network; before FB, fish. – mh clay

Paranoid scream

featured in the poetry forum January 13, 2017  :: 0 comments

Dark of the night
Silence creeping
Dead is alive.

Rattling among the bones
Cracked ribs I hear
Nibbling skin, rats are enjoying
Smoking kiln active
Invisible fireworks blasting.

What a celebration
When life is in transit
The bridge is needed to cross.
A thread of hope is blinking
Far ahead the phosphorus flame
The grave is shining, a ghost
Emitting phosphorus
Enacting to live.

And I, as in dream
Terrified and
Paranoid, scream.

editors note:

Even with the bridge in sight, it’s a terrifying unknown. – mh clay