SCAVENGER

LADY ON TOP

2011-12-03T11:01:00.001-08:00

From her past

Lithe and lean

Been on top

Keen on top

Crouching

With emotion

Working her love

Enjoying

The toying

The rocking

The buoying

Of buckling strokes

To meat him

Releasing

His past

Into her future

THE THROWAWAY GIRL

2011-11-23T00:25:00.001-08:00

Throwawaygirl

Thanksfor the twirl

Neededthe hit

Tokeep me fit

But

Bitby Bit

Theoutie tribe

Encroaches

Mimickingthe vibe

Ofhow to live

Ofhow to give

Andtake

Inthe new KZN

Thenew reality

Ofgod’s creatures

Vulturing

Valuesof past priests

Plaguedby sin

Anotherin

Anotherfrought reality

Dyed

Byupbringing

Bakedin the rust

Thrustinto the glare of the future

Giveme love

Throwawaygirl

Thetribe is to blame

Itsname is the frame

Itsafterlife

thegame

Throwawaygirl

Makeme the same

size matters

2011-09-04T10:09:00.001-07:00

HEY MY SIZE !!!

She is my size.

What can I say...

The right size . .

A perfect fit.

My prize.

NO LIES.

The missing peace

is found

( private poem

2011-08-24T01:31:00.000-07:00

Cally came with the Jasmine..

When my wounds had closed.

No warning

From the moving Earth

Just there with the need

To feed

Mine.

How kind the Fates

In concert are.

How soft is life.

2 years

2011-08-11T02:12:00.001-07:00

------- two years now ------

The bones must be

Nearly all that is left.

Perhaps some tough sinew still

Holding out

Holding on

Clinging to the dust -----

Waiting for me...

To get better

grave tandem

2010-12-29T23:55:00.000-08:00

Still . They lie there

One above the other

Still . At odds

Eking out

Frail doubt

Drinking out

Eaten out

Reality

Father and daughter

Finality

Slaughtered

Copied

Righted

Blighted

Plastic flowers

For your time

Loneliness

For my rhyme

Thank you for the fine

Art

Apart from the love

And hate

if truth be told

2010-09-17T03:04:00.000-07:00

We did not heed the cry for help

The numbness was to blame

Every time

We tried again

And again

To soften

Every blow that fell

Upon that tortured frame

We lost more

Then the time before.....

You

2010-08-27T02:47:00.000-07:00

After you died the world went mad

The weather changed

The winter hurt

Gravity held me at the core

Matter: linking us, pulling us

Apart

Invisible bond

Call it what you will

Starving for your love

Shivering

LIVING POEM

2010-08-21T07:55:00.001-07:00

Living poem

A machine to tool your tricks

Torture

Massaging your meaning

Alive

Like lust

To suck your soul

Trust the thrust of ecstasy

Dull

Drive the need

Full

(Fulfill)

Feed the conscious

Line

Cautious time

Wading

Fading

On-line

Waiting for the Singularity

To change life

As it is

For no reason

No treason

Just movement

Only energy

Sending

Love

#Poem

2010-08-19T11:22:00.000-07:00

This poem is alive

It is a machine

With a soul

Living

On-line

Waiting to die

Or change your life.

UNIVERSAL ATHLETE

2010-02-20T02:36:00.001-08:00

Race

The Race

The human face

Genes competing

Unless they have a common cause

Overriding . . . .

Tribal gravity ensues

Dictating with violence

Here in Africa . . . . .

2010-01-31T23:13:00.000-08:00

FEEL

THE FATES

AROUSING FEAR

FIXING THEIR HOLD

BOLD ACROBAT OF TIME

GRAVITY DEVIANT DANCING

MAGNETIC RHYME

YOU WERE MINE . .

Black marks on white paper. Poem or picture . .

2009-07-29T00:31:00.000-07:00

Vidigal

2009-06-15T10:21:00.001-07:00

2009

Lucy died

Dennis cried

We all tried

Your death has made us stronger

No longer haemorrhaging

Emotion

For that tormented spirit

Trapped on the foreign side

Of that fine line

Find peace now

Gentle soul

Made brute

By your subject

Walk softly

She is here

Under toe

The flowers grow.......

Twixt root and rubbish

My love lies

Broken

Meandering

2009-06-06T08:34:00.001-07:00

I would love for you to see

How ecstasy

Lies in my head

How lust avoids the bed

For better or for worse the hearse

Comes too quickly for the dead

I would love to feel your form

Taste your aura

Sacrifice

Myself

Again

And again

Maybe this time.....

There will be no pain.......

Relation

2009-06-05T00:38:00.000-07:00

Necessity commands

Contentment follows

Audacity demands

Resentment swallows

Fill her needs

Grow the seeds

Die and be forgotten

Quick

I insist

You resist

The healing

To consume your pain

The pity

To ignite

Your brain

Tricks

2009-06-05T00:11:00.000-07:00

When all the tricks are spent

And tongues can’t repent

I’ll still be there

Giving vent

Waiting

Giving vent

You’ll still be there

And tongues won’t repent

When all your tricks are spent

moving

2009-06-03T05:01:00.000-07:00

Road kill

New thrill

Afterlife

Without

A wife

Trust

2009-01-01T22:09:00.001-08:00

sketchbook

2008-12-10T21:04:00.000-08:00

Sketch book

Sad look

You took

Everything

And left me

Freedom!!!!!

HIV+

2008-12-03T21:40:00.000-08:00

HIV+

SEXLESS BRAIN

SUCKING THE IDEA

DEPROGRAMMED

TRYING TO BE NEAR

THE NEED FOR SEED

THE FEAR OF FAMILY AND TRUST

TO SOLACE AND PROTECT THE DEED

DOING WHAT THEY THINK THEY MUST

FROM THE RAVAGES OF COMMON FEED

TO RETAIN THE LUST THAT LEADS TO AIDS

AND FADES LIKE SLAUGHTERED WEEDS. SPREADING

BRING ON THE CURE!!!

gravity

2008-11-23T05:18:00.000-08:00

GRAVITY

Time to take attraction

Competing with the best

Wildest sense of satisfaction

Tricked to touch the rest

With energy to transfer

And send upon its way.

Meet up with it

Someday

Stray

Love.........

REMEMBER ME?

The Struggle

2008-11-19T03:42:00.000-08:00

Is life merely struggle

There are too many people

Who will stop them?

Multiplying

How can I live here as a child

When everything I touch is wild.

Bewildered by its lust for life

Turned to echo love through strife.........

Is struggle life?

black poetry

2008-11-18T00:41:00.000-08:00

Black poetry

Blank verse

Terse junk

Thick trunk

Sunk metaphor

Oozing creation

Dished up as art

For nothing other

Then wishing to be

In something different

Every time the hurt

Strikes up the past

To last as long as

It endures

The cures

Make vicious

The kind

Heaven is in the graveyard

2008-11-17T22:43:00.000-08:00

Graveyard

Heaven has its cheap seats

One really ought to care

Where they place your body

And who you will be near

If you have no money

And they chuck you in the ground

You might find dodgy people

Are living all around

But if they do not spare the cost

And bury you in style

I am sure that special kingdom

Will be closer to your smile

Please let me take my pride with me

“O Lord” I do beseech

Don’t leave me haggling like the rest

.............but simply out of reach

Perhaps the fire I should consume

To help me on my way

So all the little worms

Will leave me just the way

I want to be remembered.

erato

2008-11-11T10:18:00.000-08:00

Slowly etched ground

Bitten by the acid

Drenched

Chorus line before the quiet

Scattered hounds of time

Pass the word

All is well

Everything

Is natural

Some more so

Others less

Love remains

Colourless

Metal grey cold mother

Children whisper from the distance

Blurt across the stream

Scream into obscenity

Rusty bell

Tinkle tell

Tell her .......

LAPTOP COMPUTER

2008-11-08T12:21:00.000-08:00

Window on the world

Window in the world

Lappy

Nappy

Make my life

Better without a wife

At this outrageous age

Cage and couple

Everything is supple

With your caress of purpose

Bracket

Gentle racket in the brain

Feeding me

Feeling my

Pain

Gain

Subdued domain

Mocking reign

and

Grateful closure

Whilst the living remain

Dreaming of people and pleasure

LOVE

2008-10-20T12:29:00.000-07:00

Rhyme of passion

Crime of fashion

Faceless mystery of balance

Her

moan

hormone

our home.

Give it.

Live it.

feel

steel your soul

back.................

"archive poetry 2" by Dennis Hammerschlag

2008-09-18T01:03:00.000-07:00

FOUNTAIN PEN

THERE LIVED A PEN

WITHOUT A TOP FOR

SHE WAS NOT AT HOME

AND EVERY WHERE

THE PEN DID FLY

IT CALLED HER NAME

UNTIL IT RAN DRY

AND THEN DISCARDED

FOR YOU SEE

THAT PEN

WAS NOT

MUCH USE

TO ME

* * * * *

EXHIBITION

Pose for future references

In clearly painted ink

The dynamics of nature

Or the subtlety of stink

The subject closer

Closer still

Until it is touched

In blatant thrill

Immortality in fleshy ways

That distant maze of death

Becomes more real

More obstinate to seal

* * * * *

Echo

WHO DID SHOUT ?

* * * * *

THE MISER

Because I do not worry about you

I cannot love you

Because I worry about you

Enough not to worry about you

I am trying to love you

Because I worry about you

I love you

Worry

* * * * *

SPACE

MOVES

SPACE

MOVES

SPACE

MOVES

SPACE

MOVES

SPACE

MOVES

SPACE

MOVES

SPACE

MOVES

SPACE

MOVES

SPACE

* * * * *

SHRINE

A company of strangers

Marched slowly through

Deathly silent trouble

Formed to cure the few

Remaining strong holds

Deep individual desire

Energy in with fantasy

Belief before the fire

Drowning in the custom

Careful while the game

Fierce anagram of time

Learns to call my name

* * * * *

If all the sky

Were painted red

And people lived

Without a head

Would you still

Be mine in bed

* * * * *

Colours . . . . .

Perfection

Of the image

To us

Adorned with Light

expecting And revealing it.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Containing And sealing it

As our reality

When it is even off the spectrum . . . . . . . . . . .

* * * * *

nuclear waste

Nothing for

This life of wishing to be

In something different

Every time the hurt

Strikes up the past

To last as long as

It endures

The cures

Make vicious

The kind

* * * * *

Hors-d’ oeuvre

Grave

Gravy

Compost

Composite

The curfew

Of abundance

Like the gift

Without a name

Eclipses the social

Enterprise revising

The codes unloading

Procedure

To establish

Its metabolism

* * * * *

"archive poetry" by Dennis Hammerschlag

2008-09-13T12:28:00.000-07:00

no matter........hard
what care........soft

they give........mirror
the waste.......street

its energy.......illusion
evaporates.....complete

* * * * *

ANTICIPATION

down
up
swing
drop
catch
swing
grey
green
dip
blurred
slurred
squeak
rattle
loose
free
swing

maybe
the slide

no
still the swing

effortlessly
rhythmical

they are all stuck
except me
flying

time for

not yet
still
working

giddy
with
sky

* * * * *

exquisitely lost
all found
free enterprise
embossed with words
my love for you
human zoo
and bait
candid curtains
and wait
if you will
until exercise
in open throated ease
does its duty well
and we can relate

but now I don't know
try another picture.

* * * * *

Selective breeding
interbreeding
leading
to collective
motion receding
in favour of speciality
automatically without the tribe
losing their mention in books

remember this one
and how it looks
feeding
with those
hooks believing
and voting number one
its common strength violated only
by itself at length saturated

how they discarded
what now is known
as
precious
time immortal period
where we may be happy
loving every other person
as often as we live unguarenteed

and so limited they
must have been
hey !
here comes
the queen, me first

making love to heirachy
can we get any higher or lower now
that we are all the same company.

* * * * *

London

Down by the river turps
just before the Tate
it led me quietly
to the order

then in through
late afternoon
to fete the gate

adjust the colour
muller the coarse
to force the finite

measure of this moist
malignance

flirts the canvass
abstract as childhood
enrapt while it should
bevy its potential
to succumb

would the main
but lift its maul
every drawl
would have its turn.

* * * * *

poetry by dennis hammerschlag

2008-09-04T23:11:00.000-07:00

Eat the rich

Rape the bitch

This is the land for which

We fought with

Common suffering

Fruit of Africa

Brute breeding

Brought to this

Feeding

Whole

In a suit

Intent to disguise

This is the ruling party

Prized from the ranks

Giving

Thanks.

* * * * *

THOUGHT

Make-up of the sky

Wry conjecture
Forms in a function

Once alive
Once dead
Perhaps the head
Or some substance
Along the way

Lay abstract
Found
Or still undiscovered
Of which we are not
Even the smallest part

Beloved
The dream in life
Without living
In a dream

* * * * *

used

Stay near the plug

Let it shine through

Let it all

Get through to you.

Listen well

The force dictates

Relax those keen

And heavy gates

Ravage

Your brain

Again

And again

Untouched

It dies

Just the same

* * * * *

january

Black back grounded Prado

Misty in the winter streets.

Nanny goated Goya silent

Happy once

Happy still

But silent.

Violent once

Violent still

But happy

Entombed beneath Madrid.

Released upon the pavements

Copies wait

To tempt the maddened eye.

Caught painters jest and shy

At reality and tourists

Morality and jurists

From behind closed window panes

Siesta’d in the midday rush

Swords lie quietly

Purses empty

Stuffed bulls don’t make a sound

Just the rhythm

Of the traffic

And the cold

Deep red streams of life

Conducted

Quickly to their mould

With computers soon

Not satan

To feed upon the fold.

* * * * *

HOPELESS

HOMELESS

DESPERATE

DEGENERATE

CLOTHES WHICH LACK

HOPE

FRAYED

BLACKENED ROPE

AND ALL THE PHOTOGRAPHER’S

FINERY HAS CAUGHT YOU

THUS

UNARMED

IN A LIFE OF PLENTY

SUN AND WIND AND RAIN

AND ALL THE BRAIN

MANKIND DESERVES

BESTOWED ON YOU

TO WATCH

THROUGH THE WRONG END

OF A CAMERA

* * * * *

IF ALL THE SKY

WERE PAINTED RED

AND PEOPLE LIVED

WITHOUT A HEAD

WOULD YOU STILL BE

THE SAME IN BED ?

* * * * *

patience

Needed offer

Proffered to sufficiency

Inhumed

Assumed

Sucking

Clinging

With the strength of death

In her relaxing

Vibrant

Coloured

Tender

Taxing

No distance

No defeat

Milking every thought

Chewing each desire

Conceding until the meat

The waste

Lies still.

* * * * *

nhlangano

Sucked to sleep

Rank and file

Beguiled bile

Fit to reap

The poison of pleasure

Muted measure

Lost treasure

Even as I wrong

Guide the song

Develop through the muster

Classify the cluster

In the rain

Gorge the fantasy of hunger

Monger until the calm

Pervades the pain

And reason grades

The future

Formally

* * * * *

ZOOLAKE

WILLOW TREE

Oozing gently

Mattered

Golden

Light

Twilight

Of the seasons

Heralding the night

Blinding me with sight

* * * * *

SMILE. . .

I LOVE YOU

WHEN YOU SMILE

THAT DEEP MELANCHOLY

NOT SHATTERED BY LAUGHTER

BUT CARVED IN A SMILE

CROWDS AND LOUDS

AND WASTED WORDS

LIGHTS AND BRIGHTS

AND SWERVING THOUGHT

HOPELESS TANGLES

ROTATING ON LUST

BUST WIDE OPEN

AND REJECTED

BY YOUR SMILE

* * * * *

Because we both

Meeting new people

Who cannot take our crowd

And are living whatever piece

Price has paid

To convene

Because we

Can redeem it

With anything is possible

It exposes us as well

Sell the favour

Buy the food

Conjure every

Tender mood

That lies

Circuit printed pattern

Because we

Gross

Overbearing

Frog of identity

Sacred pet

Wet

Or squashed along the road

Blocked because we

Dry to set

Dissecting secret

Fresh as the wind

Then burnt

With ashes

And melted

Fresh as the air

Your love for it.

* * * * *