Poetry Visualized

Cactus Gems

Here is an audio clip story of the book Cactus Gems.

Your Immortal Beats

Poem by internationally acclaimed Indian poet and author Nikhil Parekh; music from Justin R. Durban of www.justindurban.com; movie edited by Chuck Kluesner.

thinking writing, visual poem

thinking writing, visual poem
by peter

Empty Words

Empty Words
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Empty words splayed on a cover of a magazine,
a sexy exhibition refined to define your time.
Appealing to the lust and envy of mind…
Hey Mister, gotta quarter, gotta nickel, gotta dime!

Poets of commercial and priests of profit, golden politicians
painting gray mornings with the red of glorious dawn.
Follow these empty words they’re so bright and shiny.
The words are clean, the words are mean, entertainingly obscene.
Empty words absorbing empty minds, supple flesh caressed and
sexed with contention, empty words laced with desire.
Shockingly numb, mind bogglingly dumb … oh what fun!
Hey Mister, gotta quarter, gotta nickel, gotta dime!

The world is upside down, the moon is wearing a frown,
for a nickel we’ll expose the queen, you won’t believe where she
wears her crown. Dimes will list the crimes of enemies of the state.
For a quarter our empty words will sex up the pole and gyrate.

Gotta quarter, gotta nickel, gotta dime?
Empty words filling your plate.
Still hungry to fullfill your dreams?
I got your empty words… ya just got to swallow the cream.

Brain Food

A page from my paranormal comic.

SLEAZY (left in a returned paperback)

How dare you? You thought, no, you assumed I would... because you did that I might too. And if I don't? Just because you flirt at bookstores, wander the library stacks, scan the trade at swap meets, finger, even buy on occasion You think I'd be interested too? Hope you enjoy them. I guess when done or bored (or challenged) you just pass them on. I don't take such things lightly. I seek, crave, experiences, committing time and effort. I risk. I trust. Each time I allow myself to be surprised, teased, tricked, touched, even shocked, hurt, but never cheated. No matter what the outcome I expect to learn, see the world anew, feel, meet at least one other soul. Frankly, you don't know me well enough. Sorry, Thank you I DO thank you, but, please, no hard feelings, just take back this book.

LIKE A VIRUS

On shelf or counter they will latent lie. In supermarkets, boxes 'neath the stairs, or from a friend, through ear or eye, the sly contagious germ will enter unawares. And once infected no help can you find. First you'll deny it, try to carry on until the fever bans work from your mind. Your hands are hasty. Appetite is gone. You might as well give up. Go home to bed. Take phone off hook. Turn heater on or fan. Put coffee at your side. Lamp over head. For, though you'll toss and turn, you're quite resolved to end the mystery novel while you can, 'cause you can't function till the murder's solved.