Silver Love Poured Tea

Silver Love Poured Tea by John Gregory Evans © 5/17/2020 3:12:52 AM Your smile, breathless, Ponderosa Pines harvested your voice, Kisses that shed an earthly attire, While Sleeper’s and Pullman’s steal the night, yet Silver love poured tea. The moon breathed deep tonight, Stars gathered Inebriated by the broken silence, Only the darkness smiled! Silver love poured tea. Stares from a destitute dawn, Like a brown paper bag That feeds an army of poor, Your soul lay bare, Silver love poured tea. The lunar moon snips away the dusk As desert succulents grow. The scarlet butterfly, adjourns his ills Comes … Continue reading Silver Love Poured Tea

Walking Alone in ’81

Walking Alone in ‘81 by John Gregory Evans © 5/17/2020 2:53:22 AM How many rides, were you offered today? Met a stranger with a heart full of compassion? One I’d say, but, other than that It just ain’t happening! These foreign guests within an illusory homeland of hope? Was there one who lifted you in friendship? Or, do women merely come and go? Life is not fair. What voices lay in ruins of a dead man walking while inhaling square upon square, friends, strangers really. In ’72 one spit on me back from the war. How many congested thoughts, of … Continue reading Walking Alone in ’81

Blood Rain

Blood Rain by John Gregory Evans © 5/17/2020 1:58:19 AM Rhythmic seasons arrive by way of violent crimes from within the darkness, as we digest encounters with black and bloody sinuous renegades, of branch and vine. Tiny minnows and tad-poles thirst upon a solitary descent of a complacent pain, as dragonflies carve out their stellar paths of thirst disdained. A mirrored silence, an environmental trepidation, why as a child, bitter echoes that cannot trust these sacred weavings for the night, a lunar moon and depth of darkness minus the night. Dear earth, know not the wounds of everyman, with transparent … Continue reading Blood Rain

Silence Prevailed!

Silence Prevailed by John Gregory Evans From: Vehemence: In Silence We Weep The bus driver knew. Harsh reality set in. Angered by brazen words from English speaking kids, insolent tongues sing of a lady in France. The German sun bit into the driver’s eyes. What did these kindred know of France? And the killing of Jews, and mixed alike? What did they know? Where, I think, did they learn this shit? I remember the lunch my mother served me in a brown paper bag. A sandwich, chips, and a pear. I can still smell the excessive mustard. The bus ride … Continue reading Silence Prevailed!

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An Internal Slant Rhyming Ballad from 1972

An Internal Slant Rhyming Ballad from 1972 A Former US Marine [1971-1972] ~ by John Gregory Evans © 5/14/2020 8:00:23 AM (5) 11 Line Stanzas, (1) 5 Line Envoi, the last line for each stanza a refrain. Envoi ddedE and the lines rhyme scheme = ababceddedE Stanza I I am fire fanning the flames of crucified flesh ~                                                             Unduly forsaken, hot, red, hallowed blood flow                         burns through a teen’s guiltless veins upon the cervical mesh,                                   I am the warrior drawn of courage ink wells scribing pains,                                        where death is not darkness but shooting darts, drop by drop for a liquified … Continue reading An Internal Slant Rhyming Ballad from 1972

A Ballad of Leo Tolstoy: War & Peace, Introduction

A Ballad of Leo Tolstoy War and Peace Introduction by John Gregory Evans © 5/13/2020 3:26:38 PM Stanza I To whom be known of Russia’s plight? Siberian snow’s wilderness, Decembrist’s Tolstoy’s wit does write, Natasha and kindheartedness playful and  lasciviousness – Gentry and peasant’s feelings grow A Mother Russia’s wispy tale, Keeps warm her nape through snow and dance, bells of victory thus do toll, Schon Granbern’s march to Paris, France. Stanza II Does Tolstoy’s nerve run deep from bony sights? Prince Andrew and Count Pierre, regis royals, INK’g Tolstoy through the bitter nights, regal integrity, thus finesse’ Russians march … Continue reading A Ballad of Leo Tolstoy: War & Peace, Introduction