realist poetry
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These days, these long summer days, that swoon to offer memories in fistfuls. Each moment, a bright and blissful jewel of ecstasy, etched effortlessly, into the time-keepers kaleidoscope stone. Luscious and lustful, the sun gives a heady smile, grinning at the first sight of June.Tripping blonde rays over green pools of fresh cut grass – and us, laughing, while small birds gift their morning secrets. It is here, Read more
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Gaza’s dark earth drinks the blood of it’s own as dog-toothed bombs bark across an amber sky. Mother’s bring their rage to burst through the rubble – pulling pieces from doom-colored dust, blossoming green hints of hope against burning bricks of destruction. Each mouth a sepal. Each eye a petal. Each limb a stem. Every Read more
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I quit on a Thursday.Left my key on the old woman’s desk.She used to email me saying, “There’s a stone on the RUG.”And test me, leaving dimes in strange places. It wasn’t her fault.Everyone grasps at power.Hers came out in small ways.Like emails and dimes. After two weeks, I went back.“We’re glad to see you!” Read more
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What is there to say? Chaos is nature’s true name. Man has forgotten the sun and Taken for granted the golden rays. People murder each other in the name of gods. Clinging to their rosary beads and books of myth. Afraid to whisper the truth, no god wants this. Read more
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I had just done 30 days in the madhouse and rented a room for $500 at a halfway house. the room next to mine always smelled like piss. I tried to scrub the door down and the floor in front of the door. it didn’t do any good. one day, there was a sign in Read more
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“Why!” cries the hero, looking down upon the crowd.All the restless souls standing gather round.“This!” he speaks so surely,Never rushed or in a hurry –“Is the purpose of existence!”Ever more, he is insistent,On sharing the good news of Reason,Sure to spark the flames of treason.As the people nod, agreeing,In their insufferable lust for meaning,Lifting up Read more
C.L.LLOYD 