Airports
You can always tell the staff from travelers
by pace demeanor and dressing
those leaving
bright bouncy beaming
effervescent 'thusiasm bubbly
arriving disheveled disoriented
discombobulate relieving
Stranger still are sorted strangers
best chum company coordinating
mindless conversation even sounds interesting
...anything for entertaining
But I like the bar
with it's wide window view
runway traffic take-off terrific
And my by far fantastic favourite
what surely sends me airborne claps
...are the skycaps:
smart slinky uniform stewardess
those to whom I ever tip my hat
bearing 12 o'clock mile high blasting-off
belligerent boisterous beaming smirking brat
Air France has me arriving
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A Poet Should Be
A poet should be romantic as spring
chocolate and cherry
mellifluous honey
drinking day-lit blossoming
Yet a poet should be
suspicious jaded wary
deepest indigo sour wine poison
ice blister winter night scathing
A poet should be loving
beyond bewildering
passionate so jealously
A poet should be spiteful
boisterous unbecoming
belligerent as unseemly
A poet should ever enjoin
engage the reader
emphatic empathic
paving pathos
ever so eternal
most intimate
enduringly
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Futureale Magazine June 2009
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Saltimbanque
She is under the canvass canopy
big top spotlit starlet she
disco ball dew bed sequined
spinning water for wearing
rays of rental borrowed beaming
rays of rental liberate lending
She, Promethean Princess
my souvenir showgirl
Slinky shining offering
lioness princess limber lining
She maneuvers mirror ball bouncing
balance-beam tumble tossing
juggling three-sixties
acrobat arching
form fluidic fantastic finessing
She rays rental beaming borrowed
liberate lending for this morrow
She, Promethean Princess
my souvenir showgirl
She fantastic for compliment she
So mementos pose she
Side show stealing ripe revealing
captive crowds poise perfectly
She toys malleable mutable magnificent
trinkets, tightrope she toys trading
toys she toys between these rings
pleasing crowd crescsending sings
pleasing her fair so
immaculate spectaculate pleasing
She trades platinum for trinket tinsel
Saltimbanque dazzler diadem gem crowning
Crowned contortionist curvaceous
limber luminous limelight luschious
Gracious sublimest slinky surreptitious
Nimble, the natural how she carries
And I am hers for fumbling tumbling
I am hers for tumbling trophy
I am hers for such trophy tumbling
stumbling illusionist orator jester
carnival smoke blowing big top barker
My smoke and mirrors mimic inadequate
her spot sharp shine splendour spectaculate
My mirrors clumsy jitter silver
bouncing balance beam beauty
She fantastic gymnastic she
feast of feats splinter splitting spinning
radiance to rainbows refracting
Mon fleur de leis fantasy
She is under the canvass canopy
big top spotlit starlet she
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Window Shopping
you have ever adored the cut
colours pattern fabric
it is love at first sight
ages long anticipated
marvelously materialized
serendipitous simply fantastic oh
how imagination runs rampant
miraculous mannequin's
machination dressing
you enter
try it on
the fit provides precious little comfort
with wear far the less flattering
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Veux Magazine 2012
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Beautiful Game
These shoulders
almost wide enough
to play the hand
fountain quill fanning
talon wingtip splayed
My God;
You The One So Beautiful
we the airborne glide drawing
cards laid
tenuous tempest
hearts and spades
hearts in spades laid
tessellate tightrope
clawing down-wind
downe betraying
light with shade splayed
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Shadow
Your body's warm but you are not
You give a little not a lot
It could be love until we kiss
You're all I want but not like this
I'm watching you disappear
But you, you were never here
CHOURS
It's only your shadow,
Never yourself
It's only your shadow,
Nobody else
It's only your shadow,
Filling the room
Arriving too late
And leaving too soon.
And leaving too soon.
Your body gives but then holds back
The sun is bright the sky is black
Can only be another sign
I can not I keep what isn't mine
Your laughter, it lingers on
But you, you were almost gone
CHOURS
It's only your shadow,
Never yourself
It's only your shadow,
Nobody else
It's only your shadow,
Filling the room
Arriving too late
And leaving too soon.
And leaving too soon.
How can I tell if you mean what you say?
You say it so loud but you sound far away
Maybe I'll have just a glimpse of your soul
Or was that your shadow I saw on the wall?
I'm watching you disappear
But you, you were never here.
CHOURS
It's only your shadow,
Never yourself
It's only your shadow,
Nobody else
It's only your shadow,
Filling the room
Arriving too late
No, no, no
It's only your shadow
It's only your shadow
Nobody else
It's only your shadow
Arriving too late
And leaving too soon
Oooh.
It's only your shadow.
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Steamen
Thunderstorm welling swelling
fluid for flowers cooling
relieving renovating rejuvenating
pollen plume pillow billowing
Breeze a 'bundant bountiful
blowing blowing blowing
...off
stamen
steamin'
steamen
summer storm showering
copyright R. Resh 2007
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Strange Eels' Orchid
This indigo night
wildest orchids
Strange twisting eels
we becumming
aquamarine
moonlit burgundy
we twist swim be
'tween such twins
we braid bathe conducting
this terrific beloved
spice breath pulse
thunders beating
we grasp gasp
slick electricity
fumble tumble
lost long searching
explore plunge spin entangling
depths of breath
thunder pulse wonder
we exchanging
we are sharing
we are melding
the current our pulsings
prayer beads muffle
seep sweetest of sweat
unashamedly so the lovely
electro magnetic
magnificent magentic
explode rapture
dissolve
We are swimming
Airborne mine Love
heavens below
crying mortals wallow
fantastic flow for follow
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Bikini
She is now in her bikini
for the past week
I've been waiting dreamy
She buys two:
one white, other black
Which one first?
my august choice
white smear knuckle spit sticky slick
models under over view
She is even asking my preference
I am overcum with honour,
sincerest gratitude
(knowing my taste in texture, colour)
It is lace; skirt extending convertible
far beyond my fantasies' measuring
inspecting delicate fit becuming
I am lost with wonder, marvel
sculpted wear cut of contour
She is elegant, fit for form
statuesque classic beaming
face radiance ripe from raining
searing sea foam frothing
She fills form as the finest model
she mermaid, fantasy French Maid
She has been to the gym
my slack-jawed mouth open
Salivant drips drooling
I of gleeful pride
lascivious
blush flush smirk slick slide
my glass is now want for waiting, panting
plead her pleasure fill for flower
stamen seethe for flowing
spend mine most intimate reaction
complement
in most moist manners arriving
squeeze the sunscreen shooting violently
lotion liquid shear half wineglass
filling
I gush flush ferocious
share slick stick spill trading
my tan for hers
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Still This
Still this
quiet sense of resignation
...remains...
raw gnaw
unnerving
I wrestle with sensibility
provokes propels
it plagues me
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Scythe Magazine 2011
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Breathing
So I write her a poem
like her
myth magical
it's
very own lines write
between
tacit sight texture tactile
intangibles
we
meet
imagination
blowing breathing beat
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Romantic
Isn't it romantic
how the chrysalids land on the ice cubes
in our drink to wink
with sunlight and time
for the dawning double blind
Isn't it romantic
how wings unborn
are worn to be torn
from our aesthetic interpretation
Isn't it romantic
that we should be so kind as to blind
as to bind each other
belieing bespeak betraying
Isn't it romantic
that we should drink such potion to spite
foreknowledge of death
innate insecurity feigning
Isn't it romantic
how the oils shift smudge to smear coupling
seething suppling searing
precious delicate contours
How I miss your words
tender as tobacco
upon mine morning, mourning throat
how I miss your voice
stillborn butterflies in the ears of compassion
unsettling clouds dim-lit dawning
drawing painting...
But how the butterflies
defy and fly
how the butterflies
in the face of formal
whims and wanton whys cry
Isn't it romantic that
we could be so superficial, civil
in lovingly lavish clasp 'lusive grasp
Isn't it romantic
that we were so resolute
in absolute
pressing persuasion
and parched for passion
that we might seek such vision of void
head-long and strong that we might belong
The chrysalids are daimon diamonds
The chrysalids are daimon diamonds
Isn't it romantic?
copyright Randy Resh 2006
Skyline Magazine,2006
Gadzooks (online) ,2009
Futureale Magazine,2010
Scythe Literary Journal,2011
Veux Magazine,2012
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Daisies
I have daisies
for Misses Murphy
soft tender sheets
finest felt flannel
the meadow stains white
white dusking contour
white the colour
our silhouette shadowed
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The French Maid
She is cleaning again
feather duster in hand
Uniform tuxedo
fanning flourish feminine
She wears fishnets black
lacing satin spic 'n span
Skirting sleek stilettos
with delicate depurate diadem
She dusts lust for fuchsian
florid fine and flourishin’
Disinfecting drains unclogging
impeccable spotless sanitary she
We clean the floors doors walls
with window crevices uncovering
Reach revealing mirror ceiling
pristine sheen for floor board squeaking
She has me knees and hand solution
wash white knuckle squirting
Sweat succumb from such scrubbing
recovers numb of our rage reaching
Spot scrub smudge fastidious sponging
mine meticulous love
Immaculate spectaculate
cleaning lady consummate cathartic
Rigorous grinding intent for finishing
swipe smudge smear clear her
Surface sheen pristine polish shining
glimmer glisten glittering gleam
We are Mister and Misses Clean!
Lover's sanitation fresh
supernatural sparkling breath
I wipe her back neck perfect precious
mine lips her hips' lips
throat heart stomach
Mon chambermaid cheri she
magnificent as such mess undress
Arriving mirth meticulous Frenching
made of our own making
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Skycap
SKYCAP
She has her wings
hummingbird jet fuel nectar
tightrope technician
clear for departure
highest altitude aeronautic attitudes
fly-by-wire chaos manager
She the honey bee beauty
airborne ambassador emcee referee
Count-down compression
her constant companion
as the clock tick slips with
pressurization
Hmmm...
it is never-ending...
Yes,
we have some things in common...
Bedouin baggage bent to tent
jettison superfluous accoutrement
hair line dry clean streamline sheen
twenty four makeup pristine preen
Mine raw hard ware heavy gear so
sixty pound solid-shell sonic cargo
mutual mandatory three change clothing
functional uniform shadow camo
And She dances the aisles
like a movie set Boom Operator
overhead carry-on characters jostling
plasticine tetricine jigsaw juggling
turbulent turbine travelers travailing
Pitch rolling fuselage flurry
- no worries
airborne asylum and then some surely
She be hummingbird
honey bee beauty
pivot roll gyro dynamo bearings
Our axis taxis ridiculous logistic taxes
slot machine schedule
sleek streak sailing
weather not forecasting
...waiting...
Hollywood hour standing-by
insane call-time
flight-plans waving bye
Stereo hotel channel surf local
deadhead departures with layover loco
Nonetheless
we live largely in passing
far too as so fleeting...
Thirty thousand feet below
we are running our celluloid show:
I hear twenty seconds before
cast with crew
one hundred and fifty so
I call plane on set
...and we all hold the roll
Speeding seconds slowly winding
nail-biting timing
The First AD trembles tremors
ulcerous stopwatch inches pacing
- he is now profusely sweating...
I subversive so discretely
break hold with camera ever so neatly
(there will be the slightest of drift
from wake of her heavenly hummingbird shift)
...all to capture such bee-line tone
propulsive contrail catapult home
None less than I await the sumptuous
shoot day's circling window-take voluptuous
stellar runway waving wake
Skycap siren scene-stealing slate
I wink to my Director and whisper
thru confidante's comtek
secure channel monitor:
'I have now come to respect planes during takes,
acquired a new found appreciation for...
My blood no longer boils when I hear them
- but mine heart-rate even more doth surely soar...'
for KM
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Neither here nor there
Coming together is interesting
Going together is comforting.
Staying together is straining.
Parting away is relieving.
Neither by oneself nor in company
Can a man live and hence shifts
02.12.2007
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Cornered
OK- you have me now
between these angles
perpendicular
not one square
to make for escape
I the feral for your devour
fore fitting willing
love in lieu of
convention's
stalemate swilling
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Immortalize
So how shall we immortalize?
I ask her with this face
School-boy gleam giddy
Talent, potential
augmented with
her very own, “perhaps”
dangles for follow
Text
draw or paint for sculpting?
intimate as evasive I
literate searching
tug tension tearing
tension indecisive
lends word for earing:
She the Master ever in training
(dare I steal her word for ask?)
“Let us keep this moment for last,
suspending perhaps... “
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Spring versus Summer
Spring is slowly leaving
And summer is swiftly arriving
And for me that really matter
Because the days are getting hotter
I love spring but mostly I love fall
That's when I really have a ball
That's when the days are just kinder
By reminding me when days are just better!
I hate to see spring go,
And for summer to my door just to show,
I don't like to feel all the heat,
Because that's when my body takes the beat
I prefer much better the cold weather
But I like it more when we are together,
Lots of rain and winds start to fall and blow,
Spring is about to exit and take her bow
Spring is slowly leaving
And summer is swiftly arriving
It makes me sad to see spring go
And for summer to my door just to show!
May,7,2007
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Love And War
Splaying fingers part
Peace Sign over lips
Breaking the seal
I
Thumb my tongue
With you at war
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Taomonte
+AOMON+é
Empathy
intellectual understanding
resonant equity/in mutual identification with/concentric equivalent
compassionate emotional
sympathy
© 1998 Randy Resh
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