CAMELOT FANTASIES

Dust in the stomach,
i would confuse her,
But i think i tried
I will say,
You're a lie,
I will die!
For you,
Just Complete that clue,
!000 days,
Are you saved?
Smile anyway,
Will not scare me away,
Though I'm still losing you,
Beat me down,
Make me sorry,
Take a bow and wave,
Carried away,
Brave,
But I might need her,
So I gaze in the sun,
I wonder,
Break this spell I'm under,
We were carried away,
So I gave...
Haze that i'm under,
Can I take it off?
©

Dust in the stomach,
i would confuse her,
But i think i tried
I will say,
You're a lie,
I will die!
For you,
Just Complete that clue,
!000 days,
Are you saved?
Smile anyway,
Will not scare me away,
Though I'm still losing you,
Beat me down,
Make me sorry,
Take a bow and wave,
Carried away,
Brave,
But I might need her,
So I gaze in the sun,
I wonder,
Break this spell I'm under,
We were carried away,
So I gave...
Haze that i'm under,
Can I take it off?
©

fascinating prose general BirdOfPrey.

Why ty Sir Clay ! I just write straight non stop if i take break it backfire usually about 5 min to write ..Love that poem you left would make great song

Bourbon Street Moon


 

She kissed me in the doorway
 of a Bourbon street bar;
 she tasted like black licorice
 and spiced rum.
 The band in the background
 played Sweet Georgia Brown
 as the streets danced
 with summer rain.

 I’d met her at a juke joint
 where a zydeco band
 was throwing down
 heart-thumping cheer
 behind a heavy accordion.
 She smelled like
 three day old, pressed roses
 and smiled like the world
 had already passed her by.

 We danced a sawtoothed jig
 until our feet were raw
 then told stories of
 pirated love affairs
 over iced sazeracs
 in tall glasses
 where our dreams swam
 in moonlight’s reflection
 naked and cold.

 I didn’t know her well,
 but I knew what she wanted.
 There was a full moon
 pushing the rain away
 and she wanted to howl.

Hurricane drinks and doorway kisses
 fueled the moon-glow fire.

 We climbed the stairs
 that the night had built
 ascending toward the promise
 of moonlight’s bliss.
 We surrendered to kisses
 in the ripe hour of need
 removing the shadow
 of loneliness
 until the moon slipped
 from view.




DFS
 7-1-13

 

Ty Sir Clay definitely magic

what a magical place this general BirdOfPrey's Bourbon Street Poetry Stand.


wonderful prose everywhere to touch one's soul.

One Night On Bourbon Street



 - Poem by Adam Jeffries




Shallow is the mind of the collective masses. Gathered here to hawk or to gawk, friendly elixirs numb the body of despair. Cloaking their spirits with the hunger for bones and flesh, decadence knows no boundary save the next benchmark to cross. Yet no amount of debauchery will change the reality that arrives with the morning dawn – that most of us are still wanting what we do not have, or have what we do not want. The crude crowd attracts the unknowing, searching for distraction, craving the satisfaction of a breast exposed, an award of appreciation bestowed, from the soul of the collective mass. With each seduction of our nobility comes the loss of that which can never be regained: Innocence.