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    A Poet's Passion
    A Poet's Passion
    A Poet's Passion
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    A Poet's Passion

    By Jim Traylor

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    A Poets Passion: An in-depth versification of one man’s life. It is a compilation of forty years of life events in rhyme and recollection. The emotion of this poet’s passion smoothly assimilates into the mind and heart of the reader. A Poet’s Passion: a wonderful and fulfilling read for the true poetry lover.

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    ~~~Megalopolis~~~

    Metallic click and buzzing hum
    From neon metronomes,
    Syncopates the yellow eye
    Of winking traffic lights.

    Half a page of Wednesday’s news
    Escapes from litter jail,
    Then skids off through the flashing night,
    Like some stumbling, drunken gull.

    Slender, stunted Cyclopes
    Stand their red-eyed watch,
    Awaiting copper snacks that start
    Digestive ticking from within.

    A timid dog slinks slowly past
    With tail between its legs,
    Then fades into black alley shadows
    In search of garbage cans.

    From afar a woman laughs,
    Then a car door slams.
    Squalling tires and engine’s roar
    Fade slowly into distance.

    A chill has crept into the night
    And brings warm beds to mind.
    At last the thoughts of sleep appeal,
    Even without you.
    ~~~***~~~

    ~~~War Plane~~~

    The blended shriek and thunder
    Is swallowed up in distance,
    As the grave and dreaded Azrael
    Escapes its concrete nest.

    Angrily arching upward,
    On a black and fiery tail,
    A gruesome manmade Griffin,
    Gone to eat the sun.
    ~~~***~~~
    ~~~A Poet's Passion!~~~

    Passion! Take me into your arms,
    Embrace my eager body.
    Guide me through my brief existence,
    That I might know
    And have
    And be
    All that life does offer.

    Passion! Fuel my thirsty soul
    Seduce me with flaming fury.
    Light my path to prosperity,
    And the lusty madness of amour.

    Passion! Intoxicating elixir,
    Give me drink your magic potion,
    Whet my appetite with ambition,
    Strengthen my drive and resolve.

    Quick, my passion!
    Ignite my craving, my desire.
    Look! The sky grows ashen gray,
    The sun will soon be setting.
    ~~~***~~~

    ~~~The Slicer's Nicer~~~

    Snip, snip,
    The censor’s shears
    Have come to cut off
    Both your ears!

    Back in the ancient days of yore
    They’d end the mucky, foul rapport
    By snipping ears off by the score.

    Splash, splash
    The acid flies
    Into your face
    To blind your eyes.

    Virtue they personify
    With oil of vitriol in the eye.
    One tiny drop to purify
    The lusty sights you must deny.

    Stitch, stitch,
    The needle zips,
    Through the flesh
    To seal the lips.

    A better man you are this way.
    No more vulgar things you’ll say.
    ‘Tis such a minor price to pay
    To keep you pure for Judgment Day.

    But progress has now changed the scene.
    The censors have a new machine,
    That quickly ends all things obscene.
    I think it’s called a guillotine.
    ~~~***~~~

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJim Traylor
    Release dateJan 30, 2013
    ISBN9781301151240
    A Poet's Passion
    Author

    Jim Traylor

    Jim Traylor lives in Chandler, Arizona with his jewelry designer wife Louise and his Pomeranian therapy pup T-La. In addition to writing, jim enjoys music, RV Travel, Guitar and visiting children's hospitals and elder-care homes with T-La. The Monkey Soldiers was his first novel, followed by Regena Guitar and Other Short Stories, and A Poets Passion. and Siam Song is a mystery romance novel. His latest novel is The Spud Gristwall, a Southern story He is a Vietnam era Army Veteran with nine years’ service. A more detailed Biography and information on works in progress may be seen at www.jimtraylorsbooks.com If you wish to contact Jim, please send your email to jim@trayloronline.com

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      A Poet's Passion - Jim Traylor

      A Poet’s Passion

      ***

      By

      Jim Traylor

      ***

      Copyright 2012 Jim Traylor

      Smashwords Edition

      ***

      Acknowledgements

      Cover Design

      By

      Ramona Lockwood

      ***

      Other books by Jim Traylor

      The Monkey Soldiers

      Regina Guitar and other Short Stories

      ***

      All Rights Reserved

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. It may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please go to smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work and intellectual property rights of this author.

      ***

      Disclaimer

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

      ***

      Note: This work is intended for mature readers who are not offended by sexual themes, profanity or deviant behavior.

      ***

      Dedication

      ***

      To my beloved wife Louise

      Forever

      My Inspiration

      My Passion

      ***

      Table of Contents

      ***

      Love

      ********************

      Dedications

      ********************

      Just Poems

      ********************

      Humor

      ********************

      Hardcore Sex

      ********************

      Sociopolitical

      ********************

      Lyrics

      ********************

      About the Author

      ********************

      LOVE

      ~~~***~~~

      A MEMORY

      Upon my back

      In boardinghouse,

      With fire escape for scenery,

      I look upon your face

      Held in photograph,

      And drift into the memories

      Triggered by your image.

      A shadeless bulb

      With pendulum’s swing

      Gives the shadows dance

      Putting powdered moths

      In frantic flight

      Of dizzy, endless chase.

      Muddied boots of cowboy style

      Stand tall in shadowed corner,

      With course or miles never charted,

      Except those walked with you.

      Up on one elbow to roll the joint

      And listen to the traffic trumpets,

      The buzzing neon signs,

      The wailing siren’s cry.

      Then swim in smoky thoughts of you

      And ride the sleepless waves of night.

      ~~~ ~~~

      COMPROMISE

      Compromise?

      I think not!

      I think there will be none now!

      There was scarce little before,

      And there surely will be none tomorrow.

      Burying years of tears and discontent

      Is futility at its height.

      They will again rise up

      From their tomb of bleak depression,

      To haunt and taunt,

      And call out in the

      Blackness of the night.

      Compromise?

      I laugh!

      And my chortles and my chuckles,

      Guffaws and giggles feigned,

      Echo through the stillness

      Of my cold and lonely solitude

      ~~~ ~~~

      DAWN

      In the stillness of the early hours

      Before sunrays wake the sleeping flowers,

      I search the sky of stars iced blue

      And wonder if it could be true,

      That life is real,

      That I have you.

      The echo of my footfall greets

      The silent homes and empty streets.

      And as I walk this lonely way

      My thoughts are of the coming day,

      The way you’ll look,

      The things you’ll say.

      From black to gray night shadows grow,

      Pale yellow now the street lights glow.

      And from beyond sun’s warmth grows nigh,

      To wash away the darkened skies

      That hides you there

      Beyond my eyes.

      Then as we meet here in the dawn

      The world awakes to stretch and yawn.

      Your touch tells me the night is through,

      You whisper words I know are true.

      You make life real,

      I do have you.

      ~~~ ~~~

      DEEP IN LOW

      Too bad we couldn’t make it,

      But I just couldn’t fake it

      Any more.

      I loved our highs,

      When things were good,

      And hope would fill the air.

      But then we’d plunge

      Right back in,

      To that abyss of black despair.

      And it was those lows,

      God in heaven knows,

      Those brain fogging lows,

      Bone gnawing lows,

      That damn near ate my soul.

      ~~~ ~~~

      FREE TO A GOOD MAN

      I gave you away,

      Knowing that I was doing it!

      Knowing that you would like him.

      Would want to be with him,

      Would shift your affection away from me.

      I schemed for you to meet him

      Connived, contrived and conspired.

      I plotted to introduced you,

      Praised his perceptiveness,

      His sensitivity,

      His good character,

      His belief in love.

      I watched you drift away from me

      And I heaved a heavy sigh.

      Why?

      Because now I’m just the emissary,

      The matchmaking go-between.

      Your lover never more.

      We were not meant to be, I say,

      But I wish I had you back.

      You were the only one,

      I think,

      Who accepted me as I am.

      ~~~ ~~~

      HARD TIMES

      Here comes hard times

      Knocking at my door.

      Go away hard times

      I don’t want you

      No, no, no

      I don’t want you

      Any more.

      Here comes last goodbyes

      Tearing my soul apart.

      Go away goodbyes

      I don’t want

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