SIZE MATTERS

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 )

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

------- 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

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

We did not heed the cry for help

The numbness was to blame

Every time

We tried again

And again

And again

And again

To soften

Every blow that fell

Upon that tortured frame

We lost more

Then the time before.....

YOU

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

#

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

This poem is alive

It is a machine

With a soul

Living 


On-line

Waiting to die

Or change your life.

UNIVERSAL ATHLETE

Race
The Race
The human face




Genes competing




Unless they have a common cause
Overriding . . . .




Tribal gravity ensues
Dictating with violence




Here in Africa . . . . .

FEELINGS

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 . .

Vidigal

 

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

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

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

When all the tricks are spent

And tongues can’t repent

 

I’ll still be there

Giving vent

Waiting

 

Waiting

Giving vent

You’ll still be there

 

And tongues won’t repent

When all your tricks are spent

moving

Road kill

New thrill

Afterlife

Without

A wife

Trust

sketchbook

Sketch book

 

Sad look

You took

Everything

And left me

Freedom!!!!!

HIV+

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

Echo

 

Echo

 

 

Echo

 

 

 

Echo

 

 

 

 

Echo

 

 

 

 

 

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

Worry

Worry

Worry

Worry

Worry

Worry

*     *     *     *     *

 

SPACE

SPACE

MOVES

MOVES

 

SPACE

MOVES

SPACE

MOVES

 

SPACE

MOVES

MOVES

SPACE

 

MOVES

SPACE

SPACE

MOVES

 

MOVES

SPACE

MOVES

SPACE

 

MOVES

MOVES

SPACE

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

*     *     *     *     *