POETS - THE NIGHT

The following are spoke word compositions. These works are fiction and bear no resemblance or likeness to anyone living or dead. All opinions and interpretations expressed here are entirely the authors. Copyrights are held by the respective authors. The authors are: Henry Cole, Ted Denton, Elizabeth Hill, Gregory Springer and Spider Watkins.

	Black Midnight, Purple Skies Ted Denton © 2002 Purple skies close above I was walking fast alone Feeling hard and wet The only striving thing was my heart Hope ladened past midnight When horses sleep Fast toward purple fading skies Black midnight past Gentle horse rest and sleep Purple skies above Awaken strong and walk into light

Silver'd Gold Gregory Springer © 1999 She comes to me through my window Her arms on my pillowed embrace A silver'd gold smiling wantful Strands of gossamer trace like lace

Mist & Rocks Gregory Springer © 1999 Rippling crisps of moonlight Blown skipping across the surface In perfect flocks of roaming jumbles Reaching up to stroke and tickle The soft cool air's belly A misting next to rocks Marries water and air becoming one In a spooning life together Entwined spray floats, catching light One maybe thinks to move on Then hesitation and looking back Finding the distance growing too great Next to rocks again they become as one To want and need this spooning life together Never to leave long nor forever separate

Find The Moon Ted Denton © 1997 Sometime soon, I'll find the moon, In the clouds, Of my mind. I'll know when, To find the end, To this darkness, I can't hide. Some night's the darkness, Finds it's way into my room, To the plane which rules my life, Inside my head. So I try to understand, The meaning of the overall plan, But I miss again, I go back to bed. And so it goes, Life and all it's throes, Shall I go on? No, No more song.

September Night Elizabeth Hill © 1997 It was a cool September night, And the moon was bright, I could feel tension in the air, But in my heart I felt alright. He was a child of that moon, Said he'd answer me soon, To the question I had asked, While we sat in his car that night. He lived on a breezy hill, And had a mind of wings, All that night he flew me along, Through him I learned many things. He asked me to stay, And hold him tight, To keep him safe from the thoughts, He took inside himself at night. But I had to go, Knowing time was growing late, I kissed him goodbye, I always remember his face. How could I have known, That the love was real, Years later the way I'd feel, So young, but what did I know of love, I knew I would love him then, Till I took myself back home, I knew I would want him then, I think of him now and feel so alone.

Run From Love Gregory Springer © 1997 Hip cat howls In the dead of night, He is in love With the luminous light, His romance With the gray-dark tone, Keeps him out late And from going home. Precious kitty Strolling in the street, Just can't seem To get enought to eat, She's looking for The proverbial knight, To rest her from Her terrible flight. Inside a dark room They release their prose, Of the maddening influence Their parents woes, It seems to help But for just a time, They won't ever find The words that rhyme. They leave each other Never seeing the face, Of the one who helped them With their embrace, It seems the thoughts they have Will only whisk them away, And leave them hoping For a better day. They both run from love, They both weave and sway, A course of gall and sweet, In the hours following day.

The Question Spider Watkins © 1997 I smile at her, Knowing what is on my mind, She smiles in return and says, "A question if you don't mind?" And she says, "Does love make sex better, Or does sex make love?" I am confused, I need to touch her face, The wrong answer and I will lose, My indecision, I hesitate, I need some time to think And draw out her intentions so I say, "Wait until tomorrow and ask me again," (She shakes her head) "Wait until the glow fades from within," (She looks past my shoulder) "Wait until we cool this growing need," (She looks impatient) "Wait until the bright of the morning light," (She's searching her purse) "I know I can answer and get it right," (She produces her keys and I ask her) "Don't you feel this burning need?" (She slowly repeats the question) The night is late. Will it end with only a kiss? Should I take a chance and answer? Or should I wait? The question lingers on her lips . . .

Lovers Lying Henry Cole © 1997 As I lie beside you, And you believe me, I hate myself, For the things I say, That we can't go on, With a love that is wrong, And, It's time that I, Went away. As you lie beside me, And I believe you, You tell me, Our love is strong, You say, You will love me every day, If I would please stay, With words like ours, I don't know, Where love comes from. As we lie together, Love in our hearts, We will try One more day, If love has come our way, We should work To make it stay, With words like ours, I hope love, Will make our home. You know it's late at night, And I guess everywhere, There's lovers lying, In their beds, Hoping That their lives and loves will change, Regretting where Their hearts have lead, Then turning to The one they've wed, Dreaming, They could lie with someone else.

Oh, Sun Ted Denton © 1997 I wait by the window, I wait by the stars, Everywhere that I look, I can't find the light of your eyes. Snowflake moon, Harvest soon, Where have you gone, I wait and hope for your return. Oh, heat of the sun, Warm my pretty heart, Guide me from the start, Show me a way to find the world, Tempt me with some tarnished pearls, Something like some foreign girls, A chance to find something that's true, It's so late where can I find you.

Goodnight Gregory Springer © 1997 Goodnight, little one the sleep world is drawing you near so lay your soft curls upon your pillow and dream the dreams of bright meadows yellow Goodnight, sweet one believe in your dream world it's coming now moon beams whisp through willow boughs the stars are all shimmering to tuck in your toes tomorrow we'll dress you in pretty pink bows Goodnight, my darling one don't delay the sleepy time sand I'll stay with you and hold your hand till your tired little eyes are fast asleep and all the night your love I will keep Goodnight

Barkin' At The Moon Henry Cole © 1997 The black cat's sittin' on the sofa, And hound dog's barkin' at the moon, I think about you every day, I hope you come back soon. It seems like eternity, Since I've held you in my arms, And if you come back I'll make sure, You'll never be a school marm. 'Cause you're pretty as a flower, Bloomin' in the spring, I'll water you at least twice a day, I'll do almost anything. But that hound dog's 'bout to drive me crazy, And that cat is fast asleep, If you come home I'll give you a love, A love that you can keep. All in all you can mark me sold, To the lady in the calico dress, You might just turn a lot of heads, My folks you sure impressed. You've been gone only one whole day, But it seem like one whole week, Every minute's tickin' by, And the bullshit's gettin' pretty deep.

Nightmare Surfing Ted Denton © 1997 I go to sleep at night, Leaving on the light, If I wake I'll see your face, A picture you placed near my bed. I pull the covers near my chin, Dreams of you should not have been, You always take the time you need, For paying men you need to know. A branch is nearing toward my window, Street light makes a dreadful shadow, Creeps across the wall toward me, It reminds me of you. The clock tick-tocks beside my bed, All hope is draining from my head, You say you drink the bitter cup, You say to me, drink it up, loving cup.

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