Just Like Honey

Devious Bloggery

these sweet killer bees
like a soft, swarming breeze

how they sing while they bring
stinging ends to all things

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Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone gray
And the browns gone gray
And yellow
A terrible amber.
In the cold streets
Your warm body.
In whatever room
Your warm body.
Among all the people
Your absence
The people who are always
Not you.

I have been easy with trees
Too long.
Too familiar with mountains.
Joy has been a habit.
This rain.

-Jack Gilbert


The pulsing repetition in this builds so well that I got chills reading it. If you haven’t done so yet, please click below to check out more of Dilshad’s work – you will be glad you did.

Daydream Believer

“You once thought of me
as a white knight on his steed.
Now you know how happy I can be.
Oh, and our good times start and end
without dollar one to spend.
But how much, baby, do we really need?

Cheer up, sleepy jean.
Oh, what can it mean
to a daydream believer
and a homecoming queen?”


A man after my own uterus. 🙂 The symbolism works very well in this poem in correlation to the serene tone of the painting.

My Poetry Metronome

She serenades your Venus;
Now a hemorrhaging tear in your canvas.

She lingers there among sastrugi,
Offering safety from your chaos.

Count sheep while she plays.
Rest your head on her lullabies.

Let her fingers knead
At your dysmenorrhea

Until you are sound asleep.

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An impressive associative poem invoking so much using one letter- meaningful and flowing, not at all a tongue-twister. I love how this builds.

My Poetry Metronome

All abide another afternoon,
absent and alone
among ashes astray
atop air aswirl.

Agitated and askew,
aging anticlimactically,
appallingly apathetic
about adolescence,
adults act archaic.

All adjunct applications
antiquating astride an altar,
awaiting absolution,
anticipating abandonment,
accepting abject apathy.

Armageddon ascends
as an aftershock.

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