Poem Press

Welcome to Poempress.com

Johnnie — Sat, 11 Mar 2006 07:50:50 +0000

Hello and thanks for checking out poem press. This is the home of poetry to be published by John Chester Lewis. His first collection has just been taken hot off the printer and is now available for purchase. ‘Templo De La Luna and Other Poems’ was completed over the past 10 years as John continued to strive towards his goals in writing. Most of the book was written in the past three years of 2006-08 but there are many pieces that date back to when he was throwing most of his poetry in the trash. Those poems that he kept from long ago were the inspiration that kept him going and continually writing.

Journeys

Johnnie — Fri, 24 Feb 2006 08:36:00 +0000

Against time & death
O’er mountains & glacial kin
through manzineta & her burgundy silk
of thorns, camouflaging the languid
anointing of urushoil oil

Three generations
Somberly congregate
with megaphones discretely wrapped under
bushels of golden grains
Trails of argot drift
descending slowly through the floorboards
as the trio
Commiserate in their gross
misconducts never
speaking a word
Hothouse visions & a
monument to the past from the future for
the coming of the past future

Asha envelops the room
individually
descending upon the
later generations to
bestow her eternal simple truth
Sleep, Feast, Festivity
joining together again
for the placement of the
consecrated inao

Fish like cobras swim
through the air while
the faithful offer up
dance to the house of song
Pages turn the seasons
as the sacrificed partake
first rites

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Haiku

Johnnie — Fri, 24 Feb 2006 08:36:00 +0000

Shadow of a cloud

Glides along the sea

Above it all

Gentle breeze

Swirling

Cup of tea

Lone monk

Reading before the Buddha

Daily sports page

Drifting

The falling leaf

Finds a creek

El Largo

Volcan Arenal

Candalunas

Sunset beside an island

Slowly turn…

…Full moon

Musicians

Breaking down the stage

Loitering fans

Rose petals on wind

Dry koi ponds

Empty house

Butterfly

Drifting past banyan

Drops from view

Love birds chasing

Open air and tail

Flickering light through clouds

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Semantic Eulogies

Johnnie — Fri, 24 Feb 2006 08:36:00 +0000

Crystalline segments of intention
lay lifeless in the open grave
of abandoned execution
while the assumptions
of in-communication
soar
into the blackness
of night
sterilizing fecund energies
with an impotence
that rains down
on the DNA
of connectivity
neutralizing
the advancements
of profound discovery
by cloaking ratios of gold

It’s the thirst of a giant cactus
rotting dry and barren
abandoned of its weapons
standing lifeless
in its open air grave
like a blackened crystal tombstone
buried in the sedimentary eulogies
of its own intentions

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Priorities

Johnnie — Fri, 24 Feb 2006 08:36:00 +0000

Drifting terrace
a river stands still

The wind echoes
a stability of unbalance

Conversations un-finish themselves
at the intersection of points not made
articulating de-clarification
beyond a permanence of intention

Pendulum theories tend to sedate
through the assumption of a fixed fulcrum
while the erosions of water
are rarely witnessed by the naked I

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The Thread That Binds Us All

Johnnie — Fri, 24 Feb 2006 08:36:00 +0000

No matter how perceptive
No Matter how in tune

Life is bound to trick you
And it happens all to soon

It isn’t that we couldn’t know
Or that we didn’t care

It’s always cause we trick ourselves
That’s something we all share

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One Mouth, No Ear

Johnnie — Fri, 24 Feb 2006 08:36:00 +0000

In a city
where all the words
fall to the ground
to knead themselves
into ashes
& sun baked motor oil
while gliding,
. floating
& careening
through the creeks,
streams, fields, rivers
& waterfalls
in the baptism of fresh rain,
that cleanses our gutters and sewers
giving those words the opportunity
to be born once again
into the mouths of prop guns
which haven’t the intent
nor velocity
with which to suggest
impact

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Jasmine

Johnnie — Fri, 24 Feb 2006 08:36:00 +0000

Off white patches decorate the weathered orange canoe
pointing across the river at a slightly tilted & raised

dock resting under the young willow. A man & woman
row by abandoned of expression passing a covered spotty

lime green dingy held one extra step from the bank by a
series of bamboo ‘bumper’ stakes reaching deep into mud

and air. A woman walks past with one hand holding the
leash of a Deutshound & in the other the hand of a little

girl. Resting on the woman’s back is a bag overflowing with
jasmine in such abundance that she instantly transforms

into a living Diego Riviera portrait flowing with the scent
and sexuality that belied the masters greatest achievements.

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