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  to breathe once again

  their heated passion

  swirling on the dance floor

  Back To The Top

  *****

  My Melting Thoughts

  Children at play

  concourse companions

  for awhile

  ~~~~~

  Remember

  We have forgotten,

  the world we live in,

  is populated by more than just us.

  Our wants,

  are not what everyone else wants,

  our needs,

  are not what everyone else needs.

  We all,

  want to be happy,

  we all,

  want to be free.

  ~~~~~

  Too few greenbacks

  slips through my fingers

  into someone else’s pockets

  ~~~~~

  My lonely bonsai

  sits outside

  drinking deep from the rain

  ~~~~~

  Sleeping babies dream

  a wonderland in their head

  unaware of the changing world outside

  ~~~~~

  One minute you are there

  the next you are not

  sometimes impermanence sucks.

  ~~~~~

  The sands of time

  slip through my fingers

  and splash into a puddle of tears

  ~~~~~

  One More Time

  One more spin of the 45,

  one more night to stay up late

  one last dance we learned on the TV

  one last song to say goodbye.

  ~Tribute to Dick Clark

  ~~~~~

  Sharp Needles

  I know quite a few people who have diabetes. One friend in particular, Angela, has had some struggles with it so I wrote two free verse Haiku for her.

  Needles injecting, pain

  liquid drug spreads

  life for another day

  ////

  Blood, life's carrier

  Needles, sharp pain, sustaining

  The cure can be found

  ~~~~~

  Pink and purple sky

  dawn breaking in the east

  shared with a little bird and I

  ~~~~~

  Oceans of dark blue

  carry us to foreign lands

  sea spray hide the tears

  ~~~~~

  Memories of Old

  Suck in, hold your breath

  exhale, smile.

  suck in, hold your breath

  exhale, oh yeah.

  suck in, hold your breath

  exhale, Doritos and bear claws

  suck in, hold your breath

  exhale, close your eyes

  world starts to spin

  suck in, hold your breath

  going to spew

  run for the toilet!

  ~~~~~

  It’s that time

  to tell a little white lie

  do you believe?

  ~~~~~

  Jesters and jokers

  the fools and the fool hardy

  it’s a great day to be a prankster

  ~~~~~

  Reflective glow

  your form casts shadows

  evening slumbers await

  ~~~~~

  The stars glistening

  in tears rolling down her cheeks

  heavenly sights above

  ~~~~~

  An angel sings to me

  sounds lure me to ardent bliss

  vows of pleasure gained

  ~~~~~

  For Our Freedom

  Of gods and despots

  making us walk the line

  strait into oblivion we go

  The meat grinders blade we feel

  and for their benefit there they feed

  on the our flesh as if it were their own

  Salted and tenderized

  they beat us into submission

  and they pick us off like old crusty scabs

  We march in formation

  strait in to their gun sites

  for our freedom we go

  ~~~~~

  The clock wound down too early

  we should have had more time, but

  your happiness will live on in each of us

  ~~~~~

  Tears reflecting stars

  a single breath creates life

  the void becomes filled

  ~~~~~

  The blue sky darkens

  as the sun sets on your life

  leaving my heart empty

  ~~~~~

  Just as the world spins

  good fortune returns to us

  happy birthday to you as well

  ~ for Tetsu

  ~~~~~

  Buddha on a lotus

  blissful calm

  in a pure land

  ~~~~~

  Ghostly light dawns

  drowning out the darkness

  bringing life of a new day

  ~~~~~

  Pages crackling, old

  cover worn, dust floats away

  I love a good book

  ~~~~~

  Sweet incense burns

  my eyes sees a golden light

  shining a path to you

  ~~~~~

  Many leagues have past

  my thoughts of you never fade

  sailing home some day

  ~~~~~

  So sad as the sun glows

  so far that the road goes

  so long is the wait to see you again

  ~~~~~

  Early morning mist

  lines cast off, ship underway

  horizons we sail

  ~~~~~

  Saffron robes he wears

  a lotus he sits upon

  the earth is witness

  ~~~~~

  Beacon in the night

  greasy food, a chance to sleep

  interstate truck stop

  ~~~~~

  Lonely windmill waits

  to pump a dry well

  ~~~~~

  Old windmill waits

  for a gust of wind

  ~~~~~

  The motor purrs

  Strap in for a ride

  Let’s Rock n’ Roll

  ~~~~~

  Steel strings vibrate

  blisters on fingers, bloody mess

  Power chords reign

  Back To The Top

  *****

  The Beauty of the Beasts

  This Night

  Unearthly pumpkin glows

  rising into the sky, chasing

  wants to consume my soul

  casting long dark shadows

  green eyes stare me

  this night makes me want to scre.....

  ~~~~~

  Ancient beasts arise

  invading sacred dreams

  consuming

  ~~~~~

  Rusted skeleton

  waits

  sickle arcs

  death

  blood moon

  howl

  beasts’ feasts

  us

  ~~~~~

  Failed midnight scream

  beasts pound at the door

  they want to take you to hell

  they want you to be the star of their show.

  Perfect angel you have been

  now that blood was shed

  you are now ready to be the thorn

  that protrudes from inside my head.

  ~~~~~

  The Erotic Nightmare

  Beasts chasing, snarling, screaming, hungry.

  unseen, running

  looking back, afraid

  don't want to get caught.

  Into the dark haunted house I go,

  is it safe?

  lone light shines down the narrow hall

  sanctuary?

  Seductress, beautiful, naked

  "Fuck me until my belly button pops off" she
says

  evil siren

  this is no time for cock play.

  Can't resist, must taste her,

  monsters and nightmares approach

  salivating to feed on flesh

  goddess in front of me

  Please don't stop....

  Bolt upright, startled scream, muffled moan

  sweat dripping down

  heart beating loud

  stickiness too

  was it just a dream?

  ~~~~~

  Cloud covered moon glows

  eerie light darkens, pitch black

  the wolves howl no more

  ~~~~~

  Full moon glows, blood red

  beasts give chase, victims scream, die

  better you than I

  ~~~~~

  Black cat stares, wolves howl

  witches cackle, cauldron boils

  frights for girls and boys

  ~~~~~

  Dark, frightened and scared

  monsters are under the bed

  safe, dad tucks me in

  ###

  Back To The Top

  *****

  About the Author

  Duffy, who currently resides somewhere in Northern Colorado with his family, not only enjoys writing poetry, but loves to listen to music and making some in his spare time as well. Amongst other things, he has been an amateur actor and director in local theater and he is pretty good at his job as a security guard. He would like to thank his wife Lori and their two daughters for putting up with him all these years!

  Duffy has been heavily influenced by traditional and non-traditional haiku, Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouak, and Lawrence Ferlinghetti and he hopes that you will check out some of this great work for yourself.

  You can find Duffy on the web at the following sites:

  Facebook.com/duffy.laudick

  Twitter.com/duffyman23

  Thesurrealpoet.wordpress.com

  [email protected]

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