Poetry From Newest Collection -- Luminaria: New and Selected Poems

My newest collection of poetry was in the making all year in 2014. The verses have come sporadically as I was able to intuit my muse at various times better than others. The overall theme, after noticing how it runs through numerous verses, is light; hence, the name Luminaria. This latest collection will release later this year or early next year. The sample poem relates to my having found out that the boy I helped raise is not mine but who is the progeny of my college pastor.

PARAMOUR

southwest dennison avenue

So claimed he stock of hierophant

—hapless ruse & empty font of decadence

Fast-tongued, soothsayer

filled with charismata

Rightly? Divide!

Copiously, the words flowed from

the medulla oblongata

so dropped his load,

the stevedore

of kind which makes progeny, the more

procreating a child yet remains loveliest of

endeavors to be named

when Nathan reminded the Monarch of iniquity

he fell on his face, repented. count’nance

formed of proper quiddity

when our impious stevedore was told

“your seed grows in

your high school paramour”

swiftly did he move, more aptly than a Sidewinder.

twisting serpent. a snake. “Accuse the young man whose

soul the LORD gave to me to care for chrissake!”

think of love in all the wrong places

then surmise his wont to copulate

Caustic, green with envy the stevedore

Of a young man blest of God who precociously

managed skills of life with sports-like agility

ergo, the planned deception of outright lies spawned in

darkest devility.

“This plan of ours so heinous,

falsify the report!

Our wicked souls are monstrous,

so we’ll deceive the court!”

An uncomely pallor to arrest the sight

masculine energy propelled to new heights

more cunning was he in chicanery

than he who first filled the empty seats

so lead his wife to a secret place

where tabooed passions ignited fall from grace

amidst moans of love, no estrogen

cost him the rostrum to one so thin

his spirit drew men from can’t hardly to plenty

chirpy presence, tinny masculinity

wears mannish airs a fictive mane

what forerunner desired—one and the same

the passé stevedore and green paramour

met secretly b’hind closed doors

tucked away and safe from harm

lay on the floor “to play jacks son”

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