Poetry by Serge Gurkski
Leonid Afremov “Rains Rustle”
is proud of his expensive suits and sparkling smiles.
He hands out ball point pins as souvenirs once he signs on the bottom line.
He smiles a toothy grin slanted to the right, he is shrewd.
he’s taking names, counting numbers, adding to the columns.
His hands push the sinking boat out to sea.
His conscience rests on a bed of lies, beats its chest, waves its flag.
His mother named him Carlos, such a strange name for a Welshman. Perhaps she loved Spain. We said goodbye by a bed near a window deep with winter.
Summers heavy cloak hung
over fields of Goldenrod,
their long limbs reaching
out to mesh with spiky
leaves that sheltered
bundles of marmalade florets.
Their invasion of the meadow
met with merciless machetes
that hacked through unwelcome
invaders who hadn’t the courtesy to
extend a pleasant fragrance.
The trail led to an arbor nestled
in a stand of trees to a brook
trickling lightly through a trellis
where never ending appendages
wound and weaved through a
dense clusters of bulbous
translucent nipples
clinging tenaciously to their host.
The scent of peppery earth stung
our nostrils and attracted white tail deer
that ravaged the vines of their treasure.
The old man snaked a garden hose through
the lattice to frighten them, a guise…
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when I think of you
I become a waterfall,
a glimmering chimera of color
cascading over peregrine walls where
I am so afraid to fall.
Powerless to hold us back
I immerse in the labyrinth of
your eyes as rare as silken tongued shore birds,
slivers of the setting sun that echo
us out to sea where we are more than an
epoch of bones and the blood force rushing
through our veins is the the breathing air of lovers,
as gentle or fierce as the press
of your thigh on mine.
This appalling action of separating children from mothers and fathers at our southern border must stop now. Please visit the original. Comments closed here.
I have tried very hard in this blog not to be political. I have extremely strong views, but I have attempted to keep them out of this site. I no longer can.
The United States of America, which has been the beacon of hope to the desperate of the world, now have become the nation that rips children from their parents. What is happening at the southern border is inexcusable. No American, regardless of political leaning, no matter if Democrat, Republic, or Independent, whether liberal, moderate, or conservative, should accept what our government is doing.
Attorney General Sessions used The Bible to justify these actions. I suggest he actually consider the lesson that Jesus gave in Matthew 19:14 “But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” The action of the government, separating children…
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While Fox (Faux) News (Opinions) reported on Meghan Markle’s off-the-shoulder dress, here’s what actually happened, and matters, in our country (and to the world) this week ~ —————————————————————————————————————————————– Week 82 of this presidency: Experts in authoritarianism advise to keep a list of things subtly changing around you, so you’ll remember. June 9, 2018 https://medium.com/@Amy_Siskind/week-82-experts-in-authoritarianism-advise-to-keep-a-list-of-things-subtly-changing-around-you-so-e77db1301d3b This week […]
via POLITIKS OF GRAFFITI 83: CONTINUING TO DIVIDE THE COUNTRY — TOKIDOKI (NOMAD)
Tracing my fingers
across your skin
is like drawing
a bath:
the rushing water,
the stampede
of your heart.
The way the water
pools and swirls,
the lines
in your knuckles.
The quiet stillness,
a fountain of safety,
a lake
creamy and pale.
The light bouncing
up onto the ceiling,
the sparkle
in your eyes.
My reluctance to leave
once fully submerged,
stroking every side
touching every curve.
Your goosebump relief
sinking in, to be swaddled
in my bathwater arms.
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