Thursday, 4 December 2014

DECISION by Bob Paris (A Snippet of Prose Poetry) (c) 12.4.2014


"We arrive on the scene at a flutter of indecision. Picture it. 

















Here he is, paused upon a moment of great import. See him teeter along the edge of things. Neither flute nor oxen, nor paw-paw pie. Between and beholden. He can feel it, there in his chest, gnawing a lung and shoving a shoulder against his ribs. He knows that turning back would be simple. Like switching off the stove. Like brushing dust off a shoe. Like saying goodbye. Until next time, perhaps. But here’s the thing. In spite of this lukewarm handsaw wind, he chooses. He steps forward, through the door marked ‘Do Not Enter.’ The circling hawk calls out that nothing will ever be the same again. And that makes him very happy, indeed. Oh, indeed. It’s thus decided."


DECISION by Bob Paris (A Snippet of Prose Poetry) (c) 12.4.2014

Friday, 31 October 2014

Hallow Eve

Wind down all these days on a duskscape
Sung out along hilltops yet dreamt
My heart feels naught but a whisper
Cross clouds filled with moments yet spent
On a dust gathered hallow before me
I search all around these remains
On this eve when departed come calling
Cry thee well my soul’s fullest name
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Hallow Eve by Bob Paris © 2014 all rights reserved

Wednesday, 24 September 2014

ELUSIVE by Bob Paris 9.24.2014 © all rights reserved

Them millions of lights flick elusive
For here my gut feelings reveal
An orbit pulsed through
By a sure thing
Won’t wriggle away as an eel
Yea that’s right
You read right
A glittering shimmering electrified eel
That million gazillion megawatt eel
Glides over the brim of us worldly
Deep under the waters in there
And I can see tail flick and vanish
As a whisper trails an echo
Which leads me to wonder
And ponder
And wonder
In ragged and curlicue loops
Which is it what is it
This life we be sweating
Each movement each gesture
A fret or bloodletting
Be it heaven or hell
Or a purgative wash
All over our bodies
Away down that gulch
Does it matter at all
Will it flick yet a jot
There it is there it goes
As the eons do tumble
Here we go yet again
Do discuss 

ELUSIVE by Bob Paris 9.24.2014 © all rights reserved

Saturday, 13 September 2014

THAT VELVET MIDNIGHT by Bob Paris © 9.12.2014

This midnight realm above
Like scattered diamonds
Tossed by a reckless goddess
Over a departing shoulder
Burnt by late summer sun
To fall hither skither
On that rumpled bedspread
Of black
Velvet
That we call this night sky
 
 
Around these alien parts
Forever separated
Forever together
Where Apollo fleets
And Diana quivers
Down to the underworld of Pluto
And away to the far reaches of Aries
Of always and beyond
Under the stern and squinted gaze
Of
Remind me
Again
I forgot which day this is
It happens
 

 
Which era
Which lamb are we to slaughter
What alms shall be offered
In deference to pregnant thunder
To threat of everlasting retribution

Avert the flame alighted
This ripened fruit that bursts upon
An exacted altar
What song doth please
The ever shifting realm
Which passage true
Which false

No matter
For above me spreads a diamond scattered
Rumpled cloth
Black velvet yet a moment
Then peach and violet at each edge
Then spectral
 
And my heart beats on
As does yours my darling
As does yours 

THAT VELVET MIDNIGHT by Bob Paris © 9.12.2014 all rights reserved

 

Tuesday, 19 August 2014

TIES THAT BIND by Bob Paris

 
 
There once was a man and his dog.
Together, days n’er were a slog.
Be they young in spirit,
Sands fall and they feel it.
Eternal, this bond cuts the fog.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
TIES THAT BIND by Bob Paris © 8.18.2014

Thursday, 14 August 2014

AND… By Bob Paris © 8.14.2014 all rights reserved




Hickulous dickulous splay
Field mouse sprints
Right down the fray 

Am I just another
Soul here sent asunder
To live out this herckus array  

Of day upon week upon month
Each year it does tally to sums
That leave me all breathless
And here I pause to catch this
Dear moment a minute
A lunch 

Yet in this I'm thinking
Each heartbeat here pulsing
A fleeting it gives me such pause 

For if I should leave soon
I will make much more room
For those who come after and
Pulse 

And carry on forward
A shadow of genus
Of yesterdays
Rolled on in style

So … 

Hickulous dickulous slay
This ghost of said field mouse displays
Complete understanding
Of life in full standing
Here for a moment  

And …

 

 

AND… By Bob Paris © 8.14.2014 all rights reserved

 

Wednesday, 6 August 2014

BETWEEN by Bob Paris © 8.6.2014


Noble heart yearning soul
Quickened by longing requited
Calmed through acts undertaken
Moved with force as if amplified
By crackling strings that run
To stars and firmament and faraway
Ground of ties to the space in between
Molecule and movement
Wave and particle and arcing light
All that weaves in mighty quiet
These laneways of shimmered stillness
In transit of a single knowing smile
 

 
BETWEEN by Bob Paris © 8.6.2014