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The Unspoken Word | Jim Bellamy

It’s an unspoken word at the base of the brain that everybody deserves
just what they constrain; an unspoken word that children suffer time: O
it happens world over, but no-one seems to mind.

It’s an unspoken word in
the centre of the dust that each of us perverts just what consoles our
lust; an unspoken word that misery is fine: O it happens world over, but
no-one seems to mind.

It’s an unspoken word in the swirling of the sun
that nothingness accords just what we’ve never done; an unspoken word that
life is merely crime: O it happens world over, but no-one seems to mind.

It’s an unspoken word in the wastelands of the womb that everyone is
stirred by the madness of the moon; an unspoken word that tyranny must
shine: O it happens world over, but no-one seems to mind.

It’s an unspoken
word, a deadly word between us all that emptiness conserves our only
clarion call; an unspoken word that poets seldom rhyme: O it happens world
over, but no-one seems to mind.
i espy time?

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The Ballad of Davy Jones | Jim Bellamy

February 6, 2024 / Best Poetry / 21st century poetry, heart-spoken poems, jazzy poems, poetry websites, song-like poems / 1 Comment

standing in the fathomless ocean, trying to find the davy dark,
u know the
depths of the endless oceans were darker than the ark,
and though the fish
were singing, nobody came around
to console the coastal choirboys, nor any
muse was drowned.

the diver said a sermon and the seamless waves sucked
up, and then was seen the sight of mister davy luck.
with umbrella underhand and a timepiece undershroud,
down, down, down came davy jones
the proud.

with umbrella underhand and a timepiece undershroud, down,
down, down came davy jones the proud.

the diver said a sermon and the seamless waves turned round, but nobody would scorn to see just how
drowning sounds, and down, down, down came davy jones the proud, and down,
down, down came davy jones the proud.

davy jones, davy jones, no man here
could break the stones, neither could the sun in space save us from the
human race. davy jones, davy jones, no man here could break the stones,
neither could the golden one save us from the river’s run
O time’s come to eat the burning sun?

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Thru a Glass Darkly | Jim Bellamy

December 10, 2023 / Best Poetry / jazzy poems, lucid poems, modern poetry, poetry websites, read poetry online, real poems / Leave a Comment

And no-one can deny
That love is more tedious than lies
Seeing the mirror of the third
When fearing time’s cries
Creates behaviour a mind can’t stir

I have slowed in my swagger to find
That death cannot ever ride
The waves of its occidental sea
The nut-strewn road and its cavalry
Refine lust and its plans.

Coins in hands work for a life
And regal banks are sworn
Dead by a majesty of man-and-wife
This thurible holds intense
Incense; so too, starved tears

Weep from their command
A mute space sears the bent
Cities are altogether shent
And no-one can deny
That love is more tedious than lies

The blind fo’csle inside this brain
Must swear till death dies?..

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Demurely, Night Must Swallow Day | Jim Bellamy

November 26, 2023 / Best Poetry / 21st century poets, cool poetry, jazzy poems, lucid poems, poetry websites, real poems / Leave a Comment

they must rise, make for the strange rooms
where madmen dandled with
the sadness of the coke-filled wounds
which sang and sang all night

and the mad must appear salved
by those old-type native foolish things
which don the jeweller’s hocked
and sin-beleaguered rings

and the scene was direly set
to feature fools who should not
dive in the pools (once called the lakes)-
the stage was cold and would not
darken the faces of death’s cot…

demurely, night must swallow day?

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Musical Whorl | Jim Bellamy

October 1, 2023 / Best Poetry / 21st century poets, jazzy poems, lucid poems, real poems / Leave a Comment

Still going, all of it, still crowing!
(Ears to speakers, that sound of
The sky when it meets the sea!)
Tamed by noise, enormous airs
Grasp at a strangled voce machine.
A final tune, rigidly bangs where
The pleasures of music burn.
Still going, all of it, still flowing-.

The groups, the skiffling hands!
I search for sand and find a
Seaside pearled with purple tones.
The clear water smooths pebbles
With proud tunes roving from
The tunes of a dune-moon. Is it
Sense to find a radio attuned
To the shriekings of jazz-rain?

Still going, all of it, still going!
(Ears to tweeters, the woofers
Of a sky which sings for clothing.)
Raised by tongue-fire, gigantic strains
Drum aside drakes and break
Opened opuses at fragrant drains
O the pleasure of musics storm
The buttons of pure pain. Ahh!!!

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‘I Neglect Nothing’ | Jim Bellamy

December 12, 2022 / Best Poetry / jazzy poems, lucid poems, poetry, poetry online, real poems / Leave a Comment

I neglect nothing –
Your furled scent, the bitter tea,
The merciless maxims spurting
Diamate into the fire.

I conclude us both, like a Will –
The one impressed is me,
And you are filigree wrought,
Your stare as kvetch as desire.

(Now you must own no friends –
With your head howled back,
Like a sightless toy, like
A figurine, you must seem closed.

Childless, your mouth is contorted,
Splintered, epileptic – mine
Is an ovum, disposed
As an idol on a grave).

You placed a cigar to my lips –
I, laughing, put out the fire,
Congruous and calm. Yes,
I recollect babies and flowers:

A slap about the face of death.
And then you quietly rocked
From side to walled side and moaned
Like a gale of sadness starting.

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The Lost Hilly Traveller | Jim Bellamy

December 11, 2022 / Best Poetry / comment on poetry, jazzy poems, lucid poems, poetry, poetry online, real poems / Leave a Comment

The lost hilly traveller unwinds into bedazzling fields,
Woven inside wept wolves and cat mien,
And the sodden sides of a green mind
Fellow fawns with watery beer studded
Drunk hostesses—
Here, under stars, a mortal wolf
Show-reels steeds where blue dodderers
Claim candy crowns from
Dizzy wives whose yelping
Shoots the scars of bound
Bully bums…

We may well marvel at renascence art and we shall
Interline garlands with lineaments of skulls
And we may well unravel for heeled
Evil dells in muted midnight wards,
But, o, as gritted cuts drape dram-loaded dolls
Then a mighty knighted trainyard
Lays blue waste to Peace?

Underneath focal gardens, balls
Dance, dance
Forever- and steely swarming diamonds
Suffer suns as starry signs
Stop flown flowers…

uh…amen

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