Archive for Surreal

  1. AN ILL KEPT TENAMENT • by L R Humphries 19 Comments

     
    His moist lips purse to kiss the amber rain,
    and catch the final seeping of its deluge,
    as gilded fragments of a winter’s sun,
    that glimmer through the darkness of the day.
    And as he steals along the nectar tarn,
    his eyes pause upon a square of shade;
    where, through the haze of a pale blue smoke,
    her outline taunts the concord [...]

    Surreal

  2. I AM THAT IS YOU • by Rumjhum Biswas 10 Comments

     
    I am the carrier
    of epidemics. I pass
    through time with my load. I walk
    until I find a willing soul. I know
    I cannot be loved in return.
    My fee is hate.
     
    Hate is my fuel.
    Men need the likes of me.
    I pass through time until I find
    a willing soul who will unburden
    me. Become me. See?  
     
    See here I am now. [...]

    Surreal

  3. XIPHOPAGUS LUST • by Christian Avery Bryant 7 Comments

    In younger years their
    needs were cool
    Not yet ripe to want
    the Fruit
    But older now the boys
    are wise
    To lusting of things
    in and outside
    Belly to belly
    one for woman
    lusts
    Cock to cock
    the other for man
    desires
    This the reason why
    the lover
    of fine women
    fights his brother
    with tooth, nail
    and
    separating blade
    in seeking freedom
    from his brother’s
    downward groping
    hands
    Christian Avery Bryant is a Los Angeles [...]

    Surreal

  4. SHADES OF GREY • by Scott Neighbour 3 Comments

    Sunday driving
    A rain grey day
    We happen upon the fallen
    I’ve told my son
    Help your fellow man
    When you can
    The man I thought to be a drunk
    Is anything but
    “Look away”
    But the damage is done
    I move to the man I know to be dead
    Two bullets to the head
    His blood pools in his nose
    Gutter waters red
    Crimson flows
    But he’s not dead, [...]

    Surreal

  5. UNTITLED • by Greg Schwartz 3 Comments

    time machine–
    munching popcorn while I watch
    Custer’s last stand

    Greg Schwartz is a copier repairman, horror writer, and haiku poet. Some of his poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Niteblade, Modern Haiku, Talebones, and the 2008 Red Moon Anthology. He is the staff cartoonist for SP Quill Magazine.

    Fantasy, Other, Surreal

  6. MOROCCO • by Alexander J. Allison 4 Comments

    heat blaze bathed sun
    soaks the supple evening skin
    of shining surfaced afternoon.
    that afternoon wind which winds
    ‘tween souk and medina streets,
    the muttering retreats
    where sea winds creep
    still slowly breathing, breathing.
    planned music shines loudly,
    strangely,
    a noise to fill the boisterous air
    harmonized by seagulls cry:
    a light resemblant of morning.
    sea fresh fumes whip and heat
    meaty flesh and set it burning,
    as five o’clock [...]

    Surreal

  7. AN ASSORTMENT OF MOLECULES • by Hena Pillai 10 Comments

     
    It struck me one day as
    I struggled over this and that,
    I am just an assortment of
    molecules held together
    by quantum physics and
    a twisted code that makes

    cells make more cells.
    One thing led to another
    until here I was frustrated,
    struggling over this and that.
     
    Every thought I think
    is just those moleculues
    glueing themselves into
    elements, then cells
    that schooled like fish,
    on [...]

    Surreal

  8. PERCUSSION DAWN • by Nancy Wilcox 8 Comments

     
    Pavement at my feet
    smeared with pulsing streaks
    of red and green and amber,
    like oil slick over black water.
     
    Can’t keep step to
    dumpster riffs,
    techno rain.
     
    Denim pulls across my shoulders,
    fists shoved into empty pockets.
     
    Empty streets.
    Empty day comes
             through asphalt clouds.
     

    Nancy Wilcox is an internet poet of long-standing.  All this time, and still no one offers her a seat.

    Surreal

  9. THE DOME OF THE GUARDIANS • by Roberta SchulbergGoro 23 Comments

     
    The guards upon the wall of circumspection are fitted with telescopic controlling devices,
    And cannot be seen by those subjected to their beaming stare.
    Martially positioned,
    They envision themselves as hidden images of masterfully muscled motion,
    Salience rendered in avant-guard synthetic laboratory colors,
    A glowing film of transparent shadows expansively projected against a vast silver screen of sky,
    Intrepid steersmen –
    Standing [...]

    Surreal

  10. PONDROUS DREAMS • by William Dexter Wade 2 Comments

    pot-bellied chinese lions ponder infinity with mismatched dreams of opulent infinity

     
     
    William Dexter Wade is a Senior Scholar in linguistics. Turning to fiction in retirement, he has published two short stories. During his thirty-four years as an academic, he published five books and monographs, ten chapters in books, twelve journal articles, and numerous published abstracts, and book reviews. He [...]

    Surreal

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