John G Evans © 2019 Arise, dear child! Walk due East: I have come to greet you, Behold! Our open hearts shall meet. This eastern pond, My masterpiece I’ve spoken words here, created, anew Arise, dear child! Embrace this peace. Through wood, and hill I shall guide your feet Envision … Continue Reading Villanelle of the Eastern Pond
Beyond my darkest desolation I have cried a thousand tears. Music has not entered my heart for decades of not hearing each note and, through each teary-eyed moment I have known but one bliss. And, through this devastating loss I have suffered a magnanimous pain. And yet, this god of … Continue Reading Desolation
Thus, engraved of form within my soul, my words do flow – I shall write from memory days recalled in the absence of soul where each encounter does render its toll. This Risqué Night: A Villanelle John G Evans © 2016 I’ve lived this dark and risqué night, befallen and … Continue Reading This Risque Night: A Villanelle
John G Evans © 2019 Poetry translate experience life cynical lack of trust injured as a child humanity factor vision of hope the still woods naked in all my truths Plant you permanently within us insatiate minsters sour death To experience the translation of a poet, why, … Continue Reading Whitman: A Word Cloud Poem
Pacing – four walls I call home is not easy Cutting a rug to distant shores I see a Samurai sword, a painting of a junk rig, an iron peacock, a woman warrior, and a Hindu Holy man photographed by Joey L. I appear to enjoy the journey … Continue Reading Distant Shores in a Four-Bedroom House
Here I am: Standing naked of earth and sand – To rid this dusty land of legacy and rotted out bones, bleed ashen words upon this page of virgin tones. My youth, thus, desecrated – imprudence awaits, a trust and an unknowing glance from a sleepy boy’s eyes, Why, is … Continue Reading A Nostalgic Bruise
Lost! Within my thoughts to write a poem never to return from the land of metaphor, or from the earth of the dead. Many thoughts have crossed over into the ancient storms of life where my best, thus perform in words and anecdotes, or from the seas of the dead. … Continue Reading Thoughts, Anyone?
Inspired by Walt Whitman John G Evans © 2019 As I sing of myself, I sing of one greater than I, for there remains further to know than just me. There remains a knowing not yet yielded by the earth of insect and worm, but sing, as of, yet – … Continue Reading Sing, as of, Yet – thus, Sing!
40 Days Plus John Evans © 2019 The wilderness awaits my tentative presence. I am here. A reflective tenure. One minute before midnight. The room is black. Quiet pervades. I am still. The Word is near. Truth. John Evans © 2019 Three Days to Wait, Ponder, Deliberate: Sunday – 3rd … Continue Reading 40 Days Plus
John Gregory Evans Native dust of flesh and bone where the blood of the humanity factor is red as red as if all are cloned. Why, an African man once saved my life…a gesture of humanity offered only through the kindness of his heart. His fight was not with me … Continue Reading The Indigenous Enigma
I am the warrior by word who brings peace to regions of the desolate, barren, and hopeless. Always, living on the doorsteps of death, I managed to survive, even as an infant, premature with all my dogmatic faith, I stood to tell the myth of how I survived. Based upon … Continue Reading Sonnet IV