Ox Blood Leather Couch
Gifted by Judaic Soul
Babcia Remembered
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Poem: Born Again
A supportive soul
Compassionate with good ear
Enduringly helpful and friendly
Supportive for the most part
Flexible yet not breakable
Approachable to the end
© T. Altman 2017
Poem: April Fool
Open heart and open mind
A cassim leaping into the unknown
Childlike expectations increase as you go
They think you foolish
Trusting in your fresh start
Pure newness on the increase
Things are on the upswing kid
© T. Altman 2017
Poem: Alternative Currency
Some say its better than love
Some say its better than money
Some say its worth much more
Than being lonely
It sells more than anything
It makes more than anything
Its valued much more
Than everything perishing
Is it kindness?
Is it trust?
Is it loyalty?
No…its simply lust.
© T. Altman 2017
Poem: A Chance To Shine
I wish
I could go back
In time
Appreciate you
Know you
Be you
Faultless lunacy
Yet upstanding
Source of radiance
Silver Goddess
Your shine has dulled
Your twinkle has gone
Your spark rays dismantled
Light captured
Shared
Eternally emblazoned
Memoriam aglow
© T. Altman 2017
Why I Write: National Day on Writing
20th of October is the National Day on Writing.
For me writing is a form of therapy…it helps me get all the stuff churning in my mind on paper which is extremely freeing.
Don’t
Something I wrote in light of current events…
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Holding Out The Branch
Holding out the branch to me
Planted her for me to see
Connection to roots of old
Bound by blood ties he told
Of knowledge, peace and victory
This beautiful bounteous tree
Dedicated to Athena the Wise
Crowned over virgin guise
Hard core and bitter flesh
Just like memories I thresh
An eternal evergreen first track
Turns time and is bruised black
Golden source of the Old World
It sings to me of tragedies unfurled
Yet supplicants my feelings at odds
As it’s a gift of nature from the Gods
© Image and Poem: T. Altman 2017
The Taste of You
Compulsively staring at the semi occupied mason jar
Dissecting with critical eyes its lurid contents
Tapping the lettered glass whenever I pass
Occasionally lifting to shake and peer –
Unable to rip away
Heart breaking and bouncing with every vibration
Vinegar water steeped to a furious vermilion
Thirsty for the twist – lift – pop
Take you down
Pervade the depths of me
Quench my thirsty resentment
Sinisterly sinew was the expectation
Smooth Saccharine the surmise
© T. Altman 2017
Poem: A Tribute To The Prioress Part II
Hollow-checked whore
Grappling for more
Pinched and prodded
Bled but not bothered
Heart perpetually a stone
Will inevitably end up alone
(C) T. Altman 2017
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