-
Recent Posts
Archives
- December 2019
- November 2019
- October 2019
- September 2019
- August 2019
- July 2019
- June 2019
- May 2019
- April 2019
- March 2019
- February 2019
- January 2019
- December 2018
- November 2018
- October 2018
- September 2018
- August 2018
- July 2018
- June 2018
- May 2018
- April 2018
- March 2018
- February 2018
- January 2018
- December 2017
- November 2017
- October 2017
- September 2017
- August 2017
- July 2017
- June 2017
- May 2017
- April 2017
- March 2017
- February 2017
- January 2017
- December 2016
- November 2016
- October 2016
- September 2016
- August 2016
- July 2016
- June 2016
- May 2016
- April 2016
- March 2016
- February 2016
- January 2016
- December 2015
- November 2015
- October 2015
- September 2015
- August 2015
- July 2015
- June 2015
- May 2015
- April 2015
- March 2015
- February 2015
- January 2015
- December 2014
- November 2014
- October 2014
- September 2014
- August 2014
- July 2014
- June 2014
- May 2014
- April 2014
- March 2014
- February 2014
- January 2014
- December 2013
- November 2013
- October 2013
- September 2013
- August 2013
- July 2013
- June 2013
- May 2013
- April 2013
- March 2013
- February 2013
- January 2013
- December 2012
- November 2012
- October 2012
- September 2012
- August 2012
- July 2012
- June 2012
- May 2012
- April 2012
- March 2012
- February 2012
- January 2012
- December 2011
Categories
Meta
Author Archives: chester maynes
The Falcon Heart
Complexities. Those daily complications sprung from little conflicts in the minds of indifference and the judgments of prejudice. The ranting and bickering. All malicious acts kept creeping inside the closet. Leaving a room of refuge for the thousand unforgiven demons. … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
2 Comments
I Am Gentle
I am gentle while you are wild. You injure me in my waking hours. The moon can’t hide my outrage and nightmares. No medicine can cure a wrecked ship. 2019
Posted in Poetry
2 Comments
Midnight
Everybody sleeps, you and I are wide awake. Making these hours special as we wait for the dawn. Our toes are sharing the friction while the dust on air spell the letters of love. Rush in a matter of surprise, … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Leave a comment
The Layers
Layers at home,they’re upgrading, increasing. From down, there’s pain going through. At a time when hearts are at worst, nights become less and the beds are empty. The wheels don’t stop turning. Energies keep on burning. Failures don’t stop them … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Leave a comment
Autumn
Here we sit at the nearby fireplace. Warming ourselves and with two or more rapid stories. Our figures of speech and idiomatic expressions are random. We hire the crickets to break our noise late at night. Suspicious, our discreet dilemma … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Leave a comment
old, warm summer
dandelions are better than gossips. where is my old, warm summer? the streams are drying, no more rain. i linger in my heavenly dreams, laughing and free. 2019
Posted in Poetry
Leave a comment
Golden
Yesterday has a picture of us. Tolerance is green as a grass. Dreadful, we avoided their lust. Falling at the feet of a perfect vast. 2019
Posted in Poetry
Leave a comment