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GrimmlingsEden

I am the serpent, and she
Is my Eve
Her skin more pale
Than life-in-death,
Hair black, fuliginous
As Newcastle coal
Lips redder than a rose, or
So they say, and
She bleeds alabaster and
Exhales empty, for she
Is reality only
In a mirror

* * *

Glass

I am transparent, a
Porcelain doll they
Hope to shatter,
So clear that you can see
My heart, my
Ribs, and break them
Should you wish, for
How can glass
Escape itself, caged
Within its own fragility,
Running one-shoed
Upon a sole
So clear that
Water is put to shame
Beside its purity

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Crimson Ivory

I am the red sister,
The coiled spring,
So beautiful and stGrimmlings5 years ago in Mini Chapbook Contest

Pompeii under your eyelids5 years ago in Mini Chapbook Contest

Z.I.N.E. of dreams5 years ago in Mini Chapbook Contest

Poems From My HeartGood-Bye
My BSU
Friends
The time
Has come
To say good-bye
To spread
Our wings
And fly
To remember
The memories
Good and bad
As we
Part our
Ways
To remember
All the
Fun times
We had
I hope
That all
Of you
Receive
What you
Want out
Of life
And always
Remember God
And the BSU
At JD

Secret Feelings
All dressed up
In heels and a dress
Make-up on and hair
Swept up
Looking like a
Princess
But shy
And scared
Cause I’m
With you
How to
Do this
You look
So handsome
But how
You perceive
Me is all
I wonder
For I like
You and
Don’t know
How to tell
You don’t
Know how
Poems From My Heart5 years ago in Mini Chapbook Contest

Tending the Marigolds5 years ago in Mini Chapbook Contest

Of Human Nature and MeA Storm

Storm rages
wind blows
tears fall unchecked
rain.

© 2008 A. Rivera

Cry

Crying, weeping
sorrow streams down my cheeks
don't you see
can't you hear me?

Desperate for your attentions
I cry, weep for you
quietly
don't you see
can't you hear me?

© 2008 A. Rivera

Wait

Tomorrow fades
in cold light,
the morn comes
with a soft sigh.

Wait for me
by the light of the morn
with held breath and soft sigh,
by the light of the cold morn
with a sigh

Tomorrow fades
stories told, scars healed
Today comes with the sun
expectations arise.

Cry for me
if by twilight I come not
but wait my love
for come I must.
Of Human Nature and Me5 years ago in Mini Chapbook Contest

glanceslook of nicotine ice

they have river rock eyes
clouded by nicotine
smoke that blends into
the air by a frozen STOP sign,
a pause, a puff
a stare from blue-veined ringed
eyes that stare with defiance
“you think you’re better than me?”
as the neighborhood stretches and moans
and their rainbowed lips purse.
two of them stand next to a
yard, a slide and jump ropes,
multi-colored windows and a happy face sticker to
match with bruised paper skin
and adhesive color fingertips,
harder than the fissures in the road,
silver and gold flash in morning light,
just walk on by. recognizing one,
ringed rock eyes watch,

faglances5 years ago in Mini Chapbook Contest

Masks for the VoidLillith

A wind when you’re wandering
piercing through your cotton coat
under the white crescent listening
to the sound of gears not revolving.

That owl that trails
the rustling of trees,
Lillith, better known as the first banished of Eden
(though we’re all exiles from there),
the one who pursues
those who outwalk the furthest city light.

The alleyways you only notice with the moon,
her course leads to the shades
and all who follow the serpent
become part of the million eyed creature
known as the night.

Heaven’s Gate

I laughed at the citrus juice suicides,
that mixture of adolescence
and half-blue barbituratMasks for the Void5 years ago in Mini Chapbook Contest

This Adroit Tongue5 years ago in Mini Chapbook Contest

DefinitionsDay

The tree is sleepy,
Cradling its birds in a low lisp.
Restoring the colors
Of an aged world,
The dew washes the dust off.
The sky turns orange,
Surprising the speechless street,
As the city, quite and chilly,
Steals 5 more minutes of sleep.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ….
Dreams slipping away.
The Earth has opened one eye,
Admiring the universe.

Sun

Somewhere in the blue room
Waiting for the fortune teller
A golden globe.

Lightning

Fire scourge punishing
The disobedient,
Zeus has judged.

Thunder

Deafness stroke everyone
Confusion marked its place
You better shout.

Earthquake

Fears escaping rationality
Reach out in greaDefinitions5 years ago in Mini Chapbook Contest

Three English TeachersI Am Engrish Teacha!

Teaching Englishee velee haard
It does to dlive-us away the baard
Especiary when styoo-dunt says eet best
that "praying sportsu relieves my stless"

You cannot-- cannot-- make to laugh
As teacha, must to do not make them cly
You must leally help your styoo-dunt leahn
Even dough you feel like die

(Oh so solly Teacha, "Die-ying";
"Feel like dying")

The onry thingus keep you sane
When listuning Engrish cause you pain
are fact daht styoo-dunts are your fliends
and, daht "soon" is when bad rhyming ends

ESL is a priestly vocation and
you ain't alone in thinking this--
Us ESL teachers need a long vacation.

* Three English Teachers5 years ago in Mini Chapbook Contest

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