everyday i see you and you
second day i see what I see you
I see everyday, that you see
then i see me seeing you
ever see of me is curtains for you
I see something of you, now
something fierce great, rehearsed plagued
and then that scarab of an alarm awakes me.
© Adam Blewett 2016
An unclouded light
phosphorescent unchained and beaming
A drop of incandescence
radiant in every direction
An embrace of the unseen
channelled and expelled
A neon glimpse of a fractured shot
noncandescent in a screen shot
My drowning zero
try as i might
There is no recoil
of a once brilliant and extreme light
© Adam Blewett
2015
A second~
In with caricature
you of sticky honey
bleed’s with scribble
drawn from a Manuka funny
bent rulers saw my eighties
at lengths paper cuts for phonies
your riddling mess all bolstered
this grieving honeycomb exact
saturated for actor’s forgotten News.
2017. Adam Blewett ©
© Adam Blewett
2016
time static white noise loupe caught my thought cradle in dismay projected before disarray rejecting retort bringing talisman bold and impertinent truth in a blend this static time tell lateral thought; voices through pigment view in many a hue salient colour in manner gathered canted skewed window cells of static draw impaired thought ready to impel A question or retort looped in static disarray
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alas i deal with introspect
and in respect
i find
mind mine
little suspect
abate soul-mate can you relate !
© Adam Blewett
2016
O thief
I caught the 10:11 to metro junction
Bandaged feet
Swapped at junction square
A hole the heart
Walked on beach
Lost despair
Found your cuttlefish
A trail
Razor bear
You flew from where I held you tight
Just because I cuddled you as a mite
Now you’ll have a fight
Oh blight
That Cuttlefish site
© Adam Blewett
2015
A land
A committee
Transposed architecture
Aqueducts erected
A currency detected
The circle expanded and morose
Bereft the king
A committee
Scarred land
Propriety immediate
For the queen
Shelter for our means
Dreams of mirth
Connected to Mother Earth
A committee at dusk
A rise to concur
The driven lust
Neglected currency
Proprietary to the founder
Pavement
Housing for the elect
Banishment for the defect
Waxed inlets
And the expanded circle of the morose
Shadows of a hungry sky
So filtered to the naked eye
Our indefinite night
Such a pity
The constant grind
From the committee
© Adam Blewett
2015
The cold of the dark
The frustration of loss
Then the recollection of past
A wish for the future
A demand for power without domination
A standing among the still of subordination
Then an echo
The sound of solemn
A cry for warmth
© Adam Blewett
2015
~Written 1999~
It’s heavy but I’m sold
every voyeur has there dream’s
so give it up to you
for he became the man who-
sold the world
I fashion this poem
open the open
see my world
and hold in awe
the girl
who i adore.
2017. Adam Blewett ©
meshed in red beautiful love lit sky risen with hue in expelled frivolity trailing in a dramatic display full of body and loaded in my beat cathartic
© Adam Blewett
2016
One player two works
three close four time
five used six you
seven love an hour or two
© Adam Blewett
2016
Miniscule
Radical
Lost the world
Archive the loss
A little town
Right off Lan Drive
Granite mouth
smothered sleuth
Poly tooth
Twice at seven
Penned at five
Loose at six
© Adam Blewett
2015
Poetry is by motion not by sound
To accompany can be hard
To accommodate is so easy
Sound it is a reminiscent dash for the past
Why not speak
Seek the pen and immortalize
To be silent non speaking
Not making or accompanist by any sound
Is sad.
© Adam Blewett
2015
~Written 1999~
Close the eye
and it will all disappear
lose your sight
and you will smell
be blind
and you will be deaf to all
© Adam Blewett.
2015
Sweet clean cupids dance quickly
hastily into the forbidden place of unknown return
past the tempest
and into the kingdom of matrix
Enveloped by the sense of love
much greater then that of blue it self
to be surrounded by the passion of a cupid’s arrow
That will paralyze and cure the nervous system
and view an escape that can release the passion
of ecstasy from this matrix
© Adam Blewett.
2015
~Written 1999~
I was living with zeal
Youth behold
I was zealous in nature
As you see me old
So zeal
A zealot you can control
Zealous be zeal
And never grow old
2017. Adam Blewett ©
mega
Arctic’s frozen curse
apostasies sheet of ice
in retreat, my summer rain of foliage
sold to the scuttle for there peat,
haema for my wealth
and omega for my soul.
2017. Adam Blewett ©
Finding the truth in lies
Seated in luck for films best
Bird they view the mind click slow
In a last minute prance hope is exhaled
Do close the lid in mid flight
A chair bare filmed with grizzly delight
In plain sight the bird flew within near
Holding on tight eyes open left blue air
A flutter not in keeping broad strokes sent fleeting
Heard reaper ruffle through charred air
In bloom proud as sight wings air to land
and help fight looming expulsion black on lean
Phantom flew not i care to fear
Hasten with report full flight no man’s thought
Cut high and profound my chest beat strong
as you were left fond i luckiest muck of them all
Adam Blewett
© 2016
Twas Sunday, wind humid and at play
six bell at a time ‘n rolling fog
Met with Japanese Gardens my loathsome body
many a thought about a see of the cove
A snippet of this a clipper of that all wrapped in a mat,
my paling skin ‘ Valery Spice ‘ had to chance her forebode
Lovely shade of purple you wear today, remember me
to brother’s Al and Kim!
I find the chill against my haste i slow to help
the breeze upon my face
Now rosy cheeks did speak to “Howe” who never ran afoul
always about his daily weather report
A chill bitter for my atone was the reply as i flinch to grab
‘ the sack off my pack, ‘ oh of how I’d like Howe’s pail of fish.
Were here; the light house fog shot through like a ghost
as most filling i savor the spray
Morning so still the day yet to hatch as i unpack upon the knoll
and ostracize my view an chance a line cast through
to the sea below falling, not sure, of what come first
lead upon lead or death upon horn.
© Adam Blewett
2016
I have the sentence
And I have the words
Frustrating, points of view
Pen is set though not meet
With abundance I cannot write
A fight so be it registered
Though not what I suggest with you
It’s my view
All I want to do is repeat the words
Like a poet
But the words are in time and space
I meld ink on paper
The juxtaposition at home I will dwell
Production like seduction
Is only seduced by the meld
© Adam Blewett
2016
The world is round, but i am square
My sphere is empty, but full of remnants
My life is still, motionless
My love is anxious, lifeless
The view is not through a window
But through given time
Time will not give memories
But the motion to pursue another sphere will
© Adam Blewett
2015
~Written 1999~
Veiled by fallen stars
I gather beneath your curtness
Its incomplete superficial verse
So special is the chosen terse
It is rhythmic in a concerted tout
A visible melancholy starring me
Thoughts welter to and fro
Interchanged and adjusted
A incomplete verse
Moguled by a living hell
What will I shell and cast aside
To rebel among the fallen and fell
© Adam Blewett
2015
Misspent youth
Bemused ambivalence
Record divorce
Holy deeds
Fast stedship
Slow future
Equipment to boot
Praise the fruit
© Adam Blewett 2015
~Written 1999~
SHOULD OUR MOMENT
GIVE IN MAGIC
HOLD TRUE LASTING
OF YOU ENOUGH
BLUE MIGHTY BREEZE
2018 Adam Blewett ©
SUPPLEMENTARY BLUE
SWIMMING TURTLE GIFTING FUSS
AQUA BLUE A MIST HER METRE
SINORITA SHALLOW MOON LIGHT
STARRY LEAPS HER MINKE WHALE
AND OUR MOONLIT REPERTOIRE
DISAPPEARS TO A FATHOM OF OCEAN
2018 Adam Blewett ©
Ciao
Of the infinite
every language that teach
every word beseeched
every stolen colour
there is only one word
that is warmth of heart
and that word is mine
2017. Adam Blewett ©
Be teeth that grin
I eat frog legs
Their membranes gleam
Salient mouthfuls extracted
Delectable chews
Intelligible bites of opera
Housed beneath my teeth green
Such suave remnants
My crib of happy hold
2017. Adam Blewett ©
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© Adam Blewett
2016
With these words of vain
I grieve with patter
Unable to necessitate
Your prize were to complicate
Then we rest full of cheer
As those reflective words patter
My lips are sown
My soul finds you eternal
The voice of life
That echoes within the veins.
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Winery!
I’ve been to the binary
You mean winery
No; I’ve been to the binary
had fine dinery
I meant winery
No; you’ve been to the binary
had fine dinery you drank China’ry
Oh, shut up Siri
You’re drunk’r then,
I am
© Adam Blewett
2016
Removing the drape
The falchion did escape
Pronouncing nape agape
And to take upon penalty
The drape did provide, for
the underscore
© Adam Blewett 2016
Lemon yellow everywhere
Envy marigold ,sunsets
Truly thread to through
Set fire blue sky
© Adam Blewett 2016
An up side down tree am me
In a soft cell window below
My lineage is a gantry of tillage
For I have no knowledge of my foliage
For I am truncated from the ground below
© Adam Blewett
2015
It’s a rainy day
Fast sheltered away
Saved and spent
And very bent
Heavens above
Precipitate your love
Wash out illness
Dry out bentness
Nevertheless, your love is best
© Adam Blewett 2015 ~Written 1999~
The night is very cold
As I am slow to rise
My bones begin to ache
Itching to see the day
i lay, listening for thy Sun
© Adam Blewett 2015 ~Written 1999~
I was at a place called Quick
Where nobody talked in phonetic
To state a fact you need a gin and tonic
Only then you could talk in sonic
Then in Quick you are skilled in logic
© Adam blewett 2015
I am a star
too large for life by far
rats I am a star
look at my finger its worth a million
a greeting from me is no more then it can be
a performance from me is an act of sanctity
my perception is a weapon
my grace is a tool
and to take advice from you will only make me a fool
© Adam Blewett.
2015
~Written 1999~
you know insipid.
you know intrepid.
colonial you know.
vapid you know.
© Adam Blewett
2015
Ready set go
The cannon is off
Blast it
I am surpassed it
Ready set go
The cannon is off again
Fractured air
Spent past
Unsurpassed
Noted difference
Chafed indifference
Packing heat
An indescript heap
The geese weep
Stop it’s a loose cannon
© Adam Blewett.
2015
~Written 1999~
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