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all the blue things
baby blue. she used to call me that.
kind of an unheroic sobriquet for a ragged, banged-up
ex-soldier. polite society calls it a term of endearment, &
that makes it okay, I suppose.
a dame will do that, reduce a man to a simple trinket,
something she can carry around in her pocket. I was
hungry, hungry like the wolf, & she offered me a banquet
of naked passion that I couldn’t resist.
amorous notes heated with the blue flames of seduction;
intense, sweaty nights we spent, all tangled up under a
blue moon.
there was a melody in her verses that sailed like a country
ballad, & I knew too well the sorrow that lived in her heart.
but if I had to make her a song, I’d get the lyrics wrong.
so I ponder all the blueness surrounding my vague years:
blue skies, blue stars, blue poems. the blues in the night
that you’re left with when a lover runs.
even the blue script that stains the page, like the life-blood
of love, spilled & abandoned.
you’re out there somewhere, baby,
and all the blue things won’t let me forget.
she’s my gone girl, a thief of hearts;
she took the last of my love…
(Art: Emmanuel Sougez)
Published 3rd May 2016
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3rd May 2016 11:18pm
I loved this very much Johnny...
heartbreaking though...
((((((((((((((((((John))))))))))))))))))
I Love you xoxoxox
Jackie
heartbreaking though...
((((((((((((((((((John))))))))))))))))))
I Love you xoxoxox
Jackie
4th May 2016 00:09am
ah John you feelings painted a lovely shade of blue today..
inspired by a beautiful woman and poetess..
love this shade on you..
love Crim
inspired by a beautiful woman and poetess..
love this shade on you..
love Crim
4th May 2016 00:21am
A noir man for a blue lady, a familiar tale given new life here.
"a dame will do that, reduce a man to a simple trinket,
something she can carry around in her pocket. I was
hungry, hungry like the wolf, & she offered me a banquet
of naked passion that I couldn’t resist. "
She may have made this offer at her peril. That trinket can become a weapon very easily.
"a dame will do that, reduce a man to a simple trinket,
something she can carry around in her pocket. I was
hungry, hungry like the wolf, & she offered me a banquet
of naked passion that I couldn’t resist. "
She may have made this offer at her peril. That trinket can become a weapon very easily.
4th May 2016 00:45am
"she’s my gone girl, a thief of hearts;
she took the last of my love"
Ahhh . . . The blues are forever and everlasting
present within the words of this heartbreaking
poem, John. You have penned a sorrowful poem
of love and deceit. Goes on every day to someone.
True love is very shortsighted . . .
she took the last of my love"
Ahhh . . . The blues are forever and everlasting
present within the words of this heartbreaking
poem, John. You have penned a sorrowful poem
of love and deceit. Goes on every day to someone.
True love is very shortsighted . . .
4th May 2016 1:15am
4th May 2016 2:51am
'neath the blue veil of night she longs for him, - his blue script, flame, and even the slice of his steel blue kiss. In the presence of all the unholy maladies the flesh awakens, your blues is savored by me, and so many others. Tis always a pleasure experiencing your ink, John (Baby Blue). - warmly, blue angel
"I was hungry, hungry like the wolf, & she offered me a banquet
of naked passion that I couldn’t resist.
amorous notes heated with the blue flames of seduction;
intense, sweaty nights we spent, all tangled up under a
blue moon." .... - burning sweetly for this ink!
"I was hungry, hungry like the wolf, & she offered me a banquet
of naked passion that I couldn’t resist.
amorous notes heated with the blue flames of seduction;
intense, sweaty nights we spent, all tangled up under a
blue moon." .... - burning sweetly for this ink!
4th May 2016 7:32am
Your blues left me speechless, sir. *sigh* Somehow I feel like whatever I say will not be enough for your beautiful words...
4th May 2016 3:05pm
Neil Armstrong once said that he didn't feel like a giant, he felt very, very small
when his thumb blotted out the pretty blue pea of earth from space. Love lifts
us to giants that can conquer worlds, but reduces us to a helpless small against
it's power of vacant emptiness when gone.
Your poem is as immense as the pretty blue dot of earth, and as small as it
becomes compared to the Universe.
when his thumb blotted out the pretty blue pea of earth from space. Love lifts
us to giants that can conquer worlds, but reduces us to a helpless small against
it's power of vacant emptiness when gone.
Your poem is as immense as the pretty blue dot of earth, and as small as it
becomes compared to the Universe.
Anonymous
5th May 2016 00:38am
Sir John, ones like this get the "eeeesh" escaping from my mouth...this steals breath in its heartache...With love always - Taryn xoxo
5th May 2016 2:39am
Aah John...so poignant...love all of it but in particular the last 3 stanzas...beautiful
Anonymous
7th May 2016 4:24am
You know I can't breathe when you
douse me in your Kerosene.
love but why?
douse me in your Kerosene.
love but why?
8th May 2016 7:22pm
20th Jun 2016 6:38pm
I really enjoyed all the musical and other allusions woven into the poem with such great effect - it reads like a tapestry.
24th Jul 2016 4:37am
