Most Commented Prose Poems (416)

I had Matisse around for lunch
square white linen under a blue sky
I said "I rather fancied Woman with a Hat"
we watched the ants in the cracked bark of the plane tree
"it brought me joy" he said
he left
I thought life should be tangelo

I look in the mirror and what do I see
Surely that image cannot be me
My eyes are still blue and my hair is still blonde
Of those little wrinkles I'm not very fond
Oh mirror mirror on the wall
Tell me my looks are not fading at all
Lie to me loudly and make be believe
I'm not getting older I've nothing to grieve
I think what I'll do is just turn out the light
Oh, how wonderful I look - everything's alright!

A light within that glimmers knowingly, yearning for the night
To take an aura of presence within the air, as the owl spreads,
Her wings, eclipsing the brightness of the moon, we know
That the world around us as we know it is ending soon
As the pangs of sadness wash over us, as we stand together
In the same light that yearns for the setting sun, we know that
Together, the world's conclusive internal battle will indeed be won
Our world, my friend, is not as you know it, yet, the twirling tide
Of emotion shows the way forward is lit by golden flares, of
A fiery glance of defiance by the one that silently dares, to try
And with the owl's vision, we will make it, beyond the battle of fools

And the disillusions of an enchanted vow, that spoke volumes
Of a silent frown, that enveloped the world in a sense of doubt
That made us all wonder what's allowed, allegedly, the control,
of a fearful reality that has been reborn into existence,
where love holds no boundaries except in the distance, where there is but only resistence.

My friends, who are reading this may not always see the crypticness in riddles of what might be, but guaranteed,
All you can do is be the change within and to make that light glow with warmth that stands true to you, show them your strength of who you are too,

be the warrior that is seen as the best, know in yourself that you are no longer fearful but fearless, to try and shine a light in a very dark world, even when, at times

You want to wade through the challenges to find yourself, and those challenges make yourself want to curl, within your being
Within the part of you that's you, be strong, my friend, always be true! And its time to resurect the reality too!

Google, I don't really appreciate your ever present place
Quit trying to get up in all my business and my space
You must think that you're so big and just "all that"
When all you really are is invasive, pushy and too fat

Dial it down a notch we don't need you for everything in our life
Yeah, you are useful, but come on, you add to a fair amount of strife
We are in control and dismissing all the ad clutter is getting tiring
What we really want to do is some good old fashioned quitting or firing

Give us a break we're not all invalids, dependents or shopaholics
Oh, we're not using all the latest apps? Just some more sneaky tricks
The apps come with advertising and it is redundant and too much
Keeping us in over choice not to mention your sticky tentacles and clutch

Oh, Google, you were and still are the best of times and worst of times its true
As you've grown too big, too smart and greedy that we can't even bid you adieu
Yay, we're in a love hate relationship based on monopoly and necessity, its funny
Ah! It's the future! So we better put on our thinking caps and follow all the money

© Jade Anjoun

If only privacy existed
if only I could be unlisted
if only I had more time
if only these chains felt fine
I would break away in a heartbeat
but reality’s a creep
the chains are dragging across the floor
and killing my feet
Chaos all around
No order ever found
If I could run I’d hit the ground
Never looking back
Never being found
Living forever in a private compound.
But that will never be the case
Every eye is watching me from every face
if only I could leave without a trace.
But I’m found
I’m bound and tied and beating to their drum
Finding myself never felt so numb

© Crystal Topaz / 2021

counting days in somber dreams
wildflowers, butterflies and bees
the truth of this fallen world
just takes me to my knees

counting money and pennies
bonds, stocks and trusts
all games played by the elites
despicable venues that disgusts

counting lives that are destroyed
in laws, mandates and evil plans
sly and deliberately deployed
blood dripping from their hands

counting the ones still standing
with pain, sickened and lost
a war of lies against the people
and our freedom has been the cost

counting days until we awake
knowing, living and well
for love, peace and blessing
is our natural state to dwell

© Jade Anjoun

Hands bound above your head,
Eyes cloaked in my delicate darkness.

Tonight will be a beautiful pleasure
Mixed with sweet pain
As you surrender
Giving into your master

Tonight your heart will beat in my rhythm 
I’ll choose the pictures you will hear,
And with precise accuracy as I pleasure you 
My sweet sincerity you will deeply feel 

I will keep and cherish all of you 
In this world of selfish duplicity
Your essence of honesty and passion
Is why proud I am to be your master

Discover I will all the ways to pleasure you
Be that with my lips, my hands or with a whip
Not one strike will be without your pleasure
Not one thrust will be in selfishness

You and I together will explore
All the pleasure erotic world can offer
Sharing cute girls and guys we will
Having them play with us until we make them c*m

Yet ultimate delight will be
When deep into you I'll slide
A rhythm of passion we'll find
Taking us to peaks of sweet release

You and I in a sensual embrace, 
Our nectars creating a sweet cocktail of lust
Which only comes when kindred spirits climax
Together in passion as one.

Where oh where does my mind go
Once outside my body if it could
On some impossible dream would flow
Like a meandering brook in the wood

Places I would never agree to journey
With some people I don’t even know
Between fantasy and reality concern me
Far away from my country meadow

Sometimes in a more familiar show
I did know really ask to be part of
Moving too fast or moving too slow
Dancing on a big stage falling in love

When such dreams are lovely and deep
I feel quite content when I awaken
But sometimes in a nightmarish creep
Back down a path I should not have taken

It all started around 1980
I got my first money for Christmas shopping from muskrat furs
At about five bucks a fur
I cashed in around 40 of these to get around 200 dollars to spend
I had my mom and dad
My nephews Shane and Aaron
My brother Rich and Deb
My grandma
My brother in law Rick
My sister in law Marge
I continue to shop for my nephews with Casey and Adam added in 1982 and 86
I do all my shopping on November 1
This leaves me the rest of the holiday to focus on Christmas music
Christmas decorations and movies
I have gotten my money from mowing yards, aluminum cans
making cheese, washing dishes and pans, making fast food
Teaching kids, shipping bacon, and making muffler parts
36 years so far of Christmas presents
My favorite from 1982 I got was a stereo
The 8 track is the only thing that still works on it

Poetry reading first thing in the morning
Goes perfectly with a nice hot cup of coffee
Nothing is more beautiful than this dark elixir
Mated with a little sugar and light cream mixer
As it swirls in your cup and revs up your cells
You begin to contemplate as if under a spell
Of that bitter little bean that reins so supreme
This umber dark brew is a drug-induced dream

Reading words brought to life by your poet friends
Taking you on life’s tours like video camera lens
Imprinting indelible pictures delivered by their pens
As you read and sip you savor the words they spin
Visions their painting from thoughts deep within

Ah, coffee, some call it cafe’, still some say Cuppa
I just call it sweetly every morning “come to mamma”
Now I’m thinking about how many poets the world over
Are sipping their brew and writing their little hearts out
Percolating on those dark alluring coffee beans no doubt
Climbing to such creative heights with deep soulful minds
Coffee and poetry are synchronistically aligned

Time for another wee cup, as some call it a “cup of Joe”
My secret blow of magical beans that sets my mind aglow
Allowing me to experience the depths my thoughts show
Of the pageantry that poetry delivers like a sinful gateau
The only thing missing in this picture is my fabulous beau
If my coffee would only help me write him into existence
How awesome, yes, the ultimate pièce de résistance