LPTrendsHotPoeticVoices. Tennison Long and Philip Larrea. We know some are not into poetry. But this poetry will change your mind. And in the spirit of bringing even those anti-poet lovers great poetry, please find four to warm up your prose juices for next week, one a bit erotic and the other gentle lovelies, for when we let loose the poetic genius of a group of poets who gathered this past Spring to try and make a poem every day.
For now, may we present Interlude, Commitment, Emily’s Garden, and Locke’s Box.
BY TENNISON LONG
at the interlude
I walk alone
I want to sing along
to this aching heart
beating to the rhythm of your soul…
my affection you stole
each night a little
leaving me worse off
no mercy for the brittle
your love rains
down on me
so hard it feels like a monsoon too soon
for the Spanish armada delivery
of gold in the form of your smile
the loot brought to the king…
that I see through the rays
of the light of today
the treasure map of your backside wanting
me as much as I want you
your silhouette as god’s canvas
you slowly slipped from my grasp
be free my dear, at last
from the edge of this man of faith’s leap
I beckon from within me from the well as deep
the clouds between us split
the sun-ray lightshow lets
us know where we are
while lost inside these corridors
these windowless rooms with too many doors…
you’ve intrigued me beyond whispering angels
frozen my tracks with the softness of your breath
our love makes clocks stop ticking
our kisses build castles from the sand
your scent is all the perfumes of Eden
your skin glistens like captured moonlight
transforming rainbows into seasons past
each moment with you is a mythic journey
above the silver lining and just below heaven
taking us so high with the magic of your presence
and the sparkle in your eyes
you, my goddess of love and beauty
enchanting beyond enchantment
my most divine as radiant as morning sunshine…
by Phillip Larrea
My hat says,
With this band
I am bound
To hat hair.
Worse for wear,
Still- I do.
BY PHILLIP LARREA
I once supposed I was a speck
In God’s cumbersome plan.
Too small for me.
Emily, for the sin of pride,
I beg your pardon.
We are, in fact, each a
Secret plot, with grubby worms,
Hidden roots. Why deny it?
Enough with the digging,
Can we just sit for awhile?
There are those this could never satisfy.
Who’s every ‘what’ must have a ‘why’.
They’ll want to know how we are occupied.
“Why, an earth salute to the blue, blue sky!”
BY PHILLIP LARREA
I plan on
So I keep
My good stuff
In Locke’s box.
Not worth much,
*Tennison Long is an entrepreneur, writer, and lover of erotic form.
Phillip Larrea is a syndicated columnist and wealth adviser in Sacramento, CA., U.S.A
His poems have recently appeared internationally in Outburst Magazine, The Poetry Bus Magazine and thefirstcut #7 from Issuu.. In the U.S., Phillip has been recently published in Decade Review, FourPlay, Nostrovia To Writing, and the Brooklyn Voice. Both do great work. Phillip.email@example.com