(This poem belongs exclusively to John Patterson)
In Treasures
by
Coyla Coblentz
Indeed
In treasures
In places unknown
Beyond the doubt
Of realism's thrown.
Twisting sorrows
Beauty's delight
I won't get much sleep
Dreaming tonight.
The Here
by
Coyla Coblentz
Time flies in thoughtless misery
And boneless pain
Through skinless decades
And empty same.
The here
The how
Who's hopeless now?
Golden People
by
Coyla Coblentz
Climbing unbidden by fate can be a dangerous ascent.
Rising above the narrows of earth and rock and reality.
You've been blinded by the glitter of the golden people,
And you won't be falling free.
Off center, off your way, off the mark of amour propre.
It turns into horror now, an ugly muse of nothing.
Untouchable sorrows and dreams and flameless reruns
And you cannot farewell as one.
In the Manner of Tin Hopes
by
Coyla Coblentz
Cold fire radiates inside you like tin emptiness,
Hoplessness,
I think you find joy in tasting poison leaves.
Saltiness.
Or the euphoric tingles of an impending death.
Foolishness
You'll drowned yourself in your need for quenching,
Licentious
Gorge yourself on half-worthy foods,
Giddiness
Kill yourself in your need to live.
Just to be Clear
by
Coyla Coblentz
I think I was born in a hurry,
But I've always been late.
Pride moves me forward
In fear I hesitate
Flannel politics pushing self-esteem,
That message was never meant for me.
Beauty is the art of what we love to see
To feel,
Thriving in the comfort of pleasure
Sensation
Call yourself the patron of open-mindedness
Still you've excluded the best.
More to come!
(Above poems written and copyrighted by Coyla Coblentz [October 19, 1999])
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