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FEAR THE POET - 5 AM

Kategori: Poetic Sundays

Poem from 'Fear the Poet'. BB Nielsen (c) 2012

FEAR THE POET - Starry Walls

Kategori: Poetic Sundays

 


I woke up this morning with glide in my eyes
and bones portruding from my temples
looking like a defaced Monroe
the moon seemed to whisper in my hair
'the rockets are ready for the launch
and the sandwiches we made were left on the counter
forgotten'
 
I can hear empty triangles
and the ink glittens in the dark
lighting up the ceiling
 
you are sweating next to me
breathing slowly sound sleep
I am watching you with one eye
the smoke coming out of your nostrils
almost visible
 
and with a kiss I steal from you
I go back to my pillows
sinking into the dark side of a starry wall
 
so full of secrets
 
 Poem from 'Fear the Poet'. BB Nielsen (c) 2012
 

Fear the poet - Underwater

Kategori: Poetic Sundays

 
 
UNDERWATER
 
laying there
submerged
staring at the waves above
stars coming into the water
strikes of light piercing my toes
nailing me to the reefs
where the breathing is easy
and the mountains purple
 
where I can be and no apologise
for wanting you, for us
 
tangled hair floating towards
other kingdoms growing faster
faster, faster
faster
 
electric skin that you cannot touch
there is no flesh
no bones for you to lick anymore
and with a knife
you get my kiss
 
(c) BB Nielsen 2012 - from Fear The Poet 
 

Fear The Poet - Somehow Daytime

Kategori: Poetic Sundays

 
SOMEHOW DAYTIME
 
thick snow falls this spring
from here I can see the thieves
gambling your wishes away
amongst sparkling golden lamps
incandescent
inside your left hand
trying to scratch it out
 
you live nowhere
you need nothing
and they are angry they cannot touch you
why do you still feel you have to be on the run?
they can not touch you
 
don't need to pay for living
can't afford to survive
and in every corner
the youth falling apart
shaking their heads
staring at the cards they got
the house always takes it all
 
and I stare into the neighbourhoods of my night
and the city lights trap me in
 
if I was any better at lying
I would tell you
that I can't fall in love with you
 
(c) BB Nielsen 2013 - Fear The Poet
 

FEAR THE POET - Vignette

Kategori: Poetic Sundays

Here comes Sunday. Instead of leaving the week with one of my poems I thought I would introduce my ways of poetry with a vignette. My words are uncomplicated and automatic. Short stories and poems mainly, 20 years later I have compiled around 200 pages of poems in a book titled 'Fear the Poet', which will be available soon.
These are my daily charms. Verses from Neruda seem to always sneak through my daily crevices. There are a couple of bracelets, one given to me by my family a few yules ago, made with Mauritanian stone beads, which I had as a necklace I never took off as a kid. What I love about those is that no matter how (if) you crack them, the inside follows the outside pattern throughout. It's not just little ripples, it's bright coloured full circles, stars, rhomboids and dots and parallel lines, all perfectly made by nature, which sort of explains how I see inside my head. The other bracelet was given to me by a friend of mine I very much admire, the brains behind Soze Gallery in dtLA, the bracelet is by Onyx and Chains and everytime I glance over to check my non existing watch, it reminds me that it is 'Time to Shine', as her favourite saying goes. A green beetle in my pocket, allegory to the Heart chakra and my link to California. His & Hers 'soulmate' rings and my golden double necklace holding a sparrow, a clock marking 10 minutes to 2 and a feather. The latter for the pagan/native-American beliefs of connection to the skies, the spiritual plane, the sparrow as a homage to the first poet (Gustavo Adolfo Becquer) that got through to me (at 13)) and saved me from 'undying love'. The poem rang true because I could see sparrows out of my bedroom window and his opening line referred to how they would return year after year. Glad I was only a teenager for a couple of months. And finally, the clock. It points exactly my time of birth, which was whole 5 days later than scheduled.
And down the rabbit hole and forevermore, 'I shall be too late!'