Category Archives: Poetry

Gorgeous Eyes

The eyes are the windows to the soul.  ~  Shakespeare.
In what distant deeps or skies
burned the fire of thine eyes

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you have fallen, deep and wide, into her exotic eyes

with promises blue and wide as distant skies

and so you drown, in her lovely lies

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

some women would love to have those eyes

Wilderness Remembered

The Earth has music, for those who listen.  ~  Shakespeare

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haunting music of the wind

drifts over the wilderness

the only roof, the stars

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalknet

 

the desert is bleak and beautiful

a fine place for outdoors living

not as comfortable as a patio

Psychedelic Fire Serpent

She who is possessed by carnal desire for the serpent is lost.

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Dawn, and smell the sulpher from the dragon’s breath as she purred

Her Life is a journey of imagined adventures, so lie back and enjoy the ride

Eat a marijuana cookie explore the inner Cosmos to see the rainbow serpent

Experimenting playing with psychedelic substances has always been her forte

Smiling as she watches the kaleidoscopic mordant rainbows melt and change

Reality is an illusion, real life is what she thinks in the strange deranged moment

No angels in bright, white raiment there, only darkly amorous vampyres play

At night, cats are black, vampyres are dark, except for the ones you mirror watched

Lazily, indolently, intoxicated, she dallied with a dulcimer as my heart was shattered

Venus was breaking, creating lust; then she said with laciviousness falsely enamored ~

if you want to prove your love, then bring me the head of the mirrored dragon

Or dead red roses in the hard midnight rain

Why think rationally?  Common sense never had fair maiden

and fear never won the day

Neither in her canopied bed, nor even at the dismal end of a misted swamp

Bitter better man never gets chance to play with carnal women and absinthe

She’s beautifully dangerous, I desire her this moonlit night, and she is not patient

There are never certainties, nothing a man can ever trust, there is only useful myth

It could be worse, if the iron dice roll, may the Goddess help me

When she fails, take me back to Liars Bar again, finally

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

a vampyre will always bite

dragons burns, and women lie

et une belle biche, elle est gratuit

Lover’s Moon

The moon is but a pale reflection of the love in your heart.

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he took her in the moonlight

her eyes sparkling silver bright

her hair black as the sable night

their caresses, hard kisses excite

desire ignited hot in their hearts

entwined bodies sexually inviting

moving with simultaneous delight

until at last their passion was spent

and they lay under the cold moonlight

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

for the cold light of the moon is love’s softly warm kiss of adieu

Wants, Needs, and Desires

A self-confident woman is not, by nature, a virginal muse

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I learned that

women have wants

needs desires and lusts

elegant enigmatic as any cat

extreme sexual sensual she taunts

yet all men should learn she also trusts

understanding cherishing supporting accept

her deep sexual sensual wants needs desires lust

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

confident women seem to like sex, romance, love

and a little bondage

wilderness imagination

The clearest way into the Universe is through the wilderness mountains.

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leave the city of your comfort

travel into the wilderness of intuition

walk upon the hot virgin dirt

and let free your deepest imagination

no more pain degradation hurt

and your soul is one with all creation

deep in the lonely barren desert

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

go, boldly go

toward the mountains of the moon

Expectations of Desire

Desire is the consolation you have when you can’t have love.

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expectations

dreams and desires

crushed into the desert

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

a sad and lonely little man

The Red Rose Bites

A single red rose celebrates love’s joyous triumph.

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love is a rose

soft and ruby-red

the petals finally fall

but dead thorns remain

while a forlorn love bleeds

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

tasting the rose of love

while ignoring the thorn’s bite

Golden Skies

A golden sky above a lonely road in the far west.

break away

to a lonely road

under a golden sky

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

pictures by the girl riding shotgun

 

she destroyed my soul

three things cannot long be hidden; the sun, the moon, and the truth  ~  Buddha

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under this bohdi tree

things are bad being me

as dire as could possibly be

look around and what do I see

that at least I knew and loved thee

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

I see the moon

smiling down on me

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