Not The Rockefellers

having you beside me carves a river through my catastrophe  Rene-2015 Image:   Old Bank Street, Manchester, UK by R.A.D. Stainforth ( via Magpie Tales )

photo by Elena Kalis via Magpie Tales she was light and magic, springtime laughter woven through her hair i found her world cluttered and noisy, a place where logic frowns ambushed, my heart leapt when i heard a bird call, her breath of life she was a singer of hymns, a joyful, patient sentinel i was a snare drum, ready to snap at the skip of a beat i now find myself leeching to the choir, waiting on her voice she was my cloudship, an ocean, a free spirited ticket to ride i gnawed away at my tether, she became my new life line i hold, needing like a child, the loose end of her crimson thread Rene ~ 2013

Drawing Hands, 1948 by M. C. Escher via Magpie Tales from across the table the world your words meet my eyes and stir my soul how easily they reach across latitudes and oceans across mountains and time across cities and down herd paths how urgently they wind up the streets of my heart and marrow unlocking doors and lighting fires from across the table the world your words expose the infallible gods of lost hope as astronomical frauds Rene ~ 2013 For Him and Her

whoever can speak  without disturbing the peace  whoever can walk without stirring the past  whoever can listen without divining wisdom whoever can love without embracing scars whoever can think without considering the future cannot ever truly  entirely be Rene ~ July 2013

my love  runs on banana peels and deadlines  scribbled on toasted origami matchbooks  then tossed  in a junk drawer until crunchy it's an acquired taste Rene ~ July 2013

Waking, Walking, Singing, in the Next Dimension? 1979 by Morris Graves via Magpie Tales dawn is a feeling warmth that spreads from shoulder to cheek freedom means boundaries landmarks of habit indicators of progress  voices are familiar songs  each new generation produces its convincing covers life is smelly but you'll always know you are home Rene ~ June 2, 2013 For Randy Pierce and The Mighty Quinn

"Ponytail" by Last Exit up from the soles a restless silken quake this life this absolute death a serenade unapologetic Rene ~ May 26, 2013 For Magpie Tales

whisper to me the story of your flight your curious days your sacred nights whisper to me the story of a life you wish for the world to hold and I shall place it like dandelion seeds neath the mouth of forever Rene~May 11, 2013 Photo by Rene  Magpie Tales image by Togan Gokbakar

one last broken word one first bite of skin let heaven and free will ring emancipation thunderclap mistress thirst obscene lips parted full dripping sunset nectar the moon is gold my eyes are green the world is radiant jasper the ceiling endless aquamarine i have bled into the river weeping it knows my name Evangeline Rene ~ May 5, 2013 For Magpie Tales Young Woman Picking the Fruit of Knowledge, 1892 by Mary Cassatt

she was beauty ripe golden, delicious in a place where life has teeth and apples are hard to come by she was the siren in the salty song of the lobsterman and sunrise on the tip of an artist's brush she was a slice of time come of age here, on Monhegan until, without signal she was gone painted into myth like the hermit of Manana Rene ~ April 21,2013 For Magpie Tales "Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look to another land. There is no other land, there is no other life but this." - Henry David Thoreau Image: Monhegan's Schoolteacher, Jamie Wyeth, 2004

bed headed dandelion sunshine freckles spill out from  hole-in-the-bucket  cereal bowl daydreams tripping on shoelaces  winding gloriously green eyed  and untied jungle vines tangled up and tugging fists full  of nobody's home  knock knock jokes giggled  to a  monkey playing matchbook  love songs on a tinker toy  piano close your eyes and sing along unbelievably  off key    into the stracciatella  cirrus sky let it go kick out all the tent pegs and let it flow  Rene ~ 2013

such a grand old fear that one  the empty page unlit by a new moon fresh times  of dark realization of who and what we truly are we are  holes furiously burned into blinding white paper that no amount of wine prayer,charm or pleading fill so we fuck we fuck to favor our gods and kill our darlings We fuck to free worlds ! worlds like wheels spinning 'round and 'round great expectant moon sanctuaries built on body heat and dirty work we fuck for the thrill of pearls charmed from snakes and silk purses we fuck  for letters from unfaithful muses we fuck for one more midnight enjambment  one more  psalm of inspiration in a keening fuck moan  Writers. Fuck. Rene~2013 Woman With a Towel, 1898, Edgar Degas via Magpie Tales For 100 Word Song This week's prompt "Dirty Work" by Steely Dan For the love of our words We are fools

it started out well enough toast and jam, and ring a ring o' roses but then, out came the lanterns shining, burning the daylight down to grey my soul tugged, called to duty to learn every little world wonders name what is it that makes them so these truths beg to be witnessed every day do you not see what I see? a lamp in every laugh, cough and footstep irresistible journeys forgive me, as I must be on my way Rene ~ March 24, 2013 For Magpie Tales Image: Not to be Reproduced, 1937 by the Belgian surrealist René Magritte

my first kiss, huh? Hah! is that why you're here? is this what you want to talk about? (oh god!) it was dreadful! not so much the kiss but my reACTion towards it... i just didn't know HOW i was...i just, i didn't know how IT was???? done!!! ^~^' i made the mistake of looking ^Q^ (it was all lips and TEETH and~tongue~) oh no! -i wasn't afraid- i was just too young ^=^ Rene~March 20, 2013 For Poets United REACTION

Today I will let go and trust in Jesus, myself, and tomorrow Armed with faith hope and love I will do impossible things boldly Rene ~ March 2013 In Memory of Jack Donaldson I just noticed that "Jack's Prayer" is my 333rd post :)

Picasso, faun-horse-bird, 1936 she sang you in like a sea serpent charmed i'm sure once on her lips a lifetime on your knees begging your once limber tongue now tied in despair poor thing such a pity tempted by that pretty sly bird worse than her song was her empty reward silence and now you dream of diving black horses screaming dragging you down under a shameful sun drowning so easily you surrender your grip freedom Rene ~ March 17, 2013 For Magpie Tales

unsprung kick the bars down set on fire the grey sails scream technicolor,wake the skies riot bright Rene ~ March 14, 2013 For d'Verse Poets Pub - Form For All~Cinquain

Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall  you are the morning sun on my neck and the moon over my shoulder am i the maddest hot magician of your rogue imagination you are my true astrological high and the puller of my tides i ride the waves of your affection balancing physics and nature you are an unfinished blood sonnet a night song a prophet of rhyme i run without stopping to breathe in catching you as you turn away you remind me with the truest eye such great love is not a given i stand tall in the force of your truth kiss your head and leave you to go Rene ~ March 10, 2013 For Magpie Tales , 100 Word Song and d'Verse Poets The 100 Word Song prompt is "Better Dig Two" by The Band Perry and is my d'Verse Poetics: InterActions song choice

Image: ( via Magpie Tales ) TheFoxandRaven     what i made of her: a pouty lipped wringing wet pre-coital national velvet era box top version of liz taylor i left behind in the attic with her narcoleptic libido and her a&p bags  full of half finished coming of age dime store beach trash she a dark secret, a red sash heart murmur, a wicked invention of an adolescent  ouija board imagination she now screams blue,  dripping wet and seething  down my dream halls how DARE I leave! how FUCKED UP to remember! pillow flipping off her midnight power surge i drown her out  in buckets of tidal sweat good lord, girlie go the hell to sleep go to hell to sleep Rene ~ 2013

Venus de Milo with Drawers, Salvador Dali, 1936 make me the keeper of your trinkets your dirty little thrill bits your moustache wax your un-pressed slacks load 'em up here daddy bring me your holy psycho laundry slip me the honey in your locket lemme be the hamper for your pocket the bureau of your shame the strongbox for your flame just scoop 'em up sugar fill me with your sacred goods and plenties i can be your safe house Aphrodite or Venus, more politely the cocoon for your treasures chiffonier of your pleasures you can finger me rightly with cocktail stirrer charm nightly spill 'em all out baby your wicked riches are safe with me i'll be your lover your junk drawer your doctor your drunk whore your casket of faces your keepsake oasis go 'head and file me someplace where you'll find me my drawer's always open your need is the key Rene ~ February 24, 2013 For Magpie Tales