Poetry

‘In Sequester’ and other poems by Fred Chandler

By: Fred Chandler

In Sequester

When the lone eye
Caught those children
Bowing their heads
In a blur of a shadow
It was of some sign
Of an equinox passing
No squeals or laughter
Just silence of sleeping
In white beds still made
Still birds frozen flowers

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Intense Ingredients

When chance glances become much more
To be of magnetic beams in a steady stare
Revealing there will be this lust before love
There was once music and a hypnotic song
Hard pressed kisses suited heavy breathing
Absent was any worldly sound for their ears
As strong masculine fingers spread a womb
And slender feminine ones guided the entry
When their closed eyes opened in affection
How sweet was the union greeted in smiles

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From Opal Blood

Oh I felt the worn leathery book
With thin old pages & golden edges
It felt like I had the church bible to me
On the very first page were cryptic words
Dancing around in a hidden foreign mystery
To be landlocked & unknowing I saw the sea
Ear marked that opening page for all eternity
Sly are mystics of transcendent words & keys

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Irrelevancy

Feeling instant reverie
Now isn’t that absurd
I just dropped my keys
Before an unlocked door
Left the damn keys there
And I just turned around
In a revolving walk away
To escape in my freedom

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Surrendering Spirits

Naked we always were
When I gently touch you
How deep does it dare go
When you boldly touch me
It is the folding of a universe
Your eyes are largest of hearts
And mine swell larger than souls
In the withdrawal from our climax
Comes waves of endless yearning
Yet you embody more by everything

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