Poems – Page 5 – The House of Raven 🐦‍⬛

A Breath from the Universe. Monad. the Muse…..

Here is my bodyFill meI am they vesselI have slain egoProstate myself before YouDivine glory Hidden whispersSecret vowelsMagick fills my bowelsAnd I reap all thatYou have me Sow

Handsome used to refer to women a lot in the earlier part of this century. Even the first usages of handsome towards a woman took me aback at first….I “think” that for me anyways….. (Though it may sound hypocritical) That using “beautiful” towards a male is an elevation of appreciation rather than talking about someone’sContinue reading “Handsom”

Waking

MorningMorning laterMorningInto the afternoon Hungover skySulking through decadesOf sobriety The lens of visionBeholds the sunWith tired Heavy Eyes MB932022

St. Vincent

St. Vincent I see in your EyesYou might be smiling.For someLoveIs justAFour Letter word MB93@2022©

This is 2022

Everyone’s war starts somewhereIt can be within ourselvesIt can come at us from outsideThey can try to break us downThey can try to take us overThey can try to make us one of THEM In my blood, I share your bloodI remember my grandfather’sFurry hat and long jacketNow I see their bloodMy bloodOur blood WeContinue reading “This is 2022”

“Ms.”

A frozen moment,in 1965In a New York apartmentModest wealth here we resideA comedy of errorsI won’t be repressedFacing life with laughterIs this yesterday’s dress?A struggle for identityI have dreams tooWhy is he threatened?It’s always been the two!He just doesn’t have “it”He tried and he triedThe echo of cricketsUp on the stage he diedResentment, festeringHe couldContinue reading ““Ms.””

The Succubus Graveyard

Silent Weathered madnessInner TurmoilLeft for RotHermitessLying skeletal remainsBoning marrowSelf abuseSexual corruptionNaive to the truthOf Eternal darknessShaking ThunderViolent turbulenceGrief DeSire…Faux Goth…Licking the tongueOf … an AspCleopatra feignFire consumes anEmpty HeartlessSoul MB932022©

Point Zero

I’ve seen visions of squirming toads, I’ve seen THEM….. More than haunting, they were the gateway, the threshold to a vast dominion. The street was paved with them. Millions of dark amphibians. Crowded, lying on top of each other. Pulsating, in unison rhythm, under a cold Autumn moon….. Lizards clung together, forming tree’s trunks…. StandingContinue reading “Point Zero”

Writing 101 – Archetypes

When writing a piece (I’m specifically talking poetry, but Not limited to) Select powerful, emotionally charged Words! Rather than using words to describe the Emotionally Charged…. By doing this You are tapping into the archetypes!Use a ROCK rather than “describing” the ROCK!!!! The results are SO Much more powerful!I believe you’ll find yourself breaking freeContinue reading “Writing 101 – Archetypes”

Writing 101 – Consolidation

Here’s something I wanted to share with you guys. Retrospectively (well had I known people and not experienced what I know now through trial and error)I would join fewer Facebook “poetry” groups. The idea that you want to have an abundance of opportunities is legitimate. Unfortunately, the reality is that a lot of these groupsContinue reading “Writing 101 – Consolidation”

The Island

Two On an islandChoice FateConvenience The yellow arid sun beats down upon them So familiar to each otherDecades bound found them togetherBut separate just the sameIntrovert ExtrovertScorpio SagittariusNo match of the ages No magick created through nights shared Different voices Different minds Comfort of friendship AgainFamiliarity No BOOM BANG INSPIRATION A dull roar of aContinue reading “The Island”

The Beauty of Eternal Words

Poetry, ArchitectureEvery word and brickIn perfect balanceEach picturesque syllableCarries the weightBuilding the foundationStrongElegantMasterful…Nothing to addNothing to take awayA Brilliant sculpture of literatureSolid, profound…The Ancient pyramids of EgyptBuilt upon mysteriesAs does the poetic strengthThat stands the test Of time *(matthew bowers)* ~93© all rights reserved Concept art created by *(matthew bowers)*

Celluloid Memoirs

Coughing up memories of yesterday Elderberry wine perfume Telephone wire rip cordsWithered voices now silent Alone within hallowed walls Windowpane dusty eyesA vouyer weeps, sleep walkingAmong forgotten giants Gold glitter star once shown Bright in the night New Moon smile Champagne flowed freelyLike blood in the streetsOf Rome

There is No Room Upon My Altar

There is no room upon my altar for a Christ that gave away his life for useless intentions The scapegoat became the savior for the people of guilt Their final cries echo the release in hopes of being forgiven within deathbed confessionals Those born and raisedbeing spoon fed fear from birth blindly following corrupted manipulationContinue reading “There is No Room Upon My Altar”

Bio

Matthew Bowers93 has been featured in the anthology Spotlight, and worked with Ron Whitehead on a dynamic audio experience of The New Beat Generation Manifesto &The Calling. Also in print with The Lothlorian Poetry Journal, Dumpster Fire Press, Rye Whiskey Review, Lucifer’s Retreat, Alien Buddha Press … twice, once as poet and the other forContinue reading “Bio”

The Calling/ the Beginning

The Calling~ Beat Poets & Angelic ScribesThe voices that murmurlike the ocean’s tideRevolution, ChangeCivil Disruption,We create beautyfrom nothing and lawless corruption Let’s gather in a circlePlay drums and singA round a beach fireSo hypnotizingSpirits come dancingSwirling, they swayThey’ve come to assist usIn this call of the New Day And he stood, staring far into theContinue reading “The Calling/ the Beginning”

Hey Jack, Where You At?

Hey Jack, Where You At? Jack? Oh Jack… His voice was smooth with heavy texture. He talked like he was lost yet knew all ’bout the world. His manner loose, noose held back with refrain, a melody of velvet sandpaper fell like rain from his lips. Shaking, making, the earth is still quaking to theContinue reading “Hey Jack, Where You At?”

Broken Street Lights, Spilt Beer & Other Love Songs

Broken Street Lights, Spilt Beer & Other Love Songs It’s a lazy Tuesday eveningAnd the sky is mumblingsongs of jubilant colors.Shades of night are etchedacross the sky. There’s a poignant,rank stench, that fills the airlike spoiled malt liquor. If you’re not careful man,It’ll curl up them noise hairsYou got hanging fromYour nostrils…… I never gotContinue reading “Broken Street Lights, Spilt Beer & Other Love Songs”

Joyful Jubilee

Circular revolution around the sun. Three hundred and sixty five days days gone by and to come. A celebration of angelic arrival. A heralding Ushering a new Era of appreciation growing knowing wisdom compassion caring. The gift of one to all. A still silent voice raising tsunami skies inspiring valiant splendor. The day of birth,Continue reading “Joyful Jubilee”

Transmutation

“Hear” “Here” listen ….Within these words are more than cluesThey are the map! To understanding To successTo the way Of universal Law…… and MagicKHereBefore youAre both Keys And Locks The truthInside youThe essence OfDivinity MB93

The Tell

Table for threeThe company I keepOpium for my friendsTheir usualNever My cup of tea I’ll take aSugar cubeSlotted spoonA touch of waterOver emerald mistLiquid gatewayCreating perfect loucheMilky delight Heresy RemedyDoors openingTo solitude andTranquilityOh….Let me be madLet me be inspiredLet me be the poetDigesting greenGlow elixir hue Blue dusk mysticReigns over mebelonging to aethernot this earthlyContinue reading “The Tell”

Where You At Jack?

Jack? Oh Jack… His voice was smooth with heavy texture. He talked like he was lost yet knew all ’bout the world. His manner loose, noose held back with refrain, a melody of velvet sandpaper fell like rain from his lips. Shaking, making, the earth is still quaking to the sounds doin’ rounds, up andContinue reading “Where You At Jack?”

Writing 101 The Rhyme

On writing a poem with rhymed inflection, it’s how you paint and tell such beauty Within a rhyme structure that needs to be so profoundly articulated. With rhyming poems,I think So few poets/ writers realize, that the importance does not fall upon the rhyming words, but rather rely upon them to hold a piece together.RatherContinue reading “Writing 101 The Rhyme”

Tempest

In the desire to retirefrom writing so to speakwhen all comes to fruitionmore than calling it a dayrather escapingfrom the cosm andmicrocosm dichotomyreleasing of the allaware of distancesilent scorn attention shortdiscarded thoughtsbeing pelted at solitary targetwith a deluge of abandonmarveling at the flight ofso many fairweather friendsso ready to take and toreceive accoladesself serving banquetsneverContinue reading “Tempest”

Enchantress (undead)

Silver silence cascades through winter trees of elm and birch. Naked fingered branches stretch and yawn while standing erect in military grace. Softly, elegantly, she glides through the night. Dead, undead she remembers the love and pain captured in the human heart. The desire, the fire, the soft caress of a velvet touch. Centuries, memoriesContinue reading “Enchantress (undead)”

12

We were off beat generation. Without destination. Circling Circling pigs in the feed. We were not hunters. We gathered no rites. Laymen to nothingness. Spectres of Night. Feral cold wind. We were thieves from birth. Secret rhythms, epic tomes. Voyages of of blind apostles. Roaming the desert forlorn. A prince of princes, a King of kings.Continue reading “12”

Her

I think she was a former addict, a prostitute, as well as a local barfly….. Somehow Somewhere, She lost the precious rose. Long ago with the stolen spark of kindergarten eyes. Up and down these cold and dirty streets, more victim than martyr shot up with track mark abuse. Her pockmarked scars screamed “I amContinue reading “Her”

Tragedy in the Details

Tragedy in The Details Obviously UnimportantAs it doesn’t serve theself-serving withloose agendasRazors, FavoursEfforts genuinely received but never quid pro quo Time… Vision… Execution…Lost in a pseudo rhythm Self styled Outlawworking 9 to fuckin’ 5… The pen does scribbleAbstract, misspelled rants that even in this moment …I wonder if Intentional orunknowingly by default A “poets poets” thatContinue reading “Tragedy in the Details”

The Forest Through the Trees

Thoughts of mourning In the morning ColdWinter’s breathBlue lips of the divineHaunted flowersRise with mystic holinessLaughing brooks cryAnd carry grave notesAlong it’s shallow bankRed, orange, and yellow Leaves have fallenBeneath a moonlit skyThat’s drawingCobalt painted backdropOf my finalResting place *(matthew bowers)* ~93© all rights reserved

Strength of Alchemy

Version #1 (#improv101) We were children of the night.We were outcasts from the beginnings. We found ourselves gatheringinto secret circles. Protected. Undetected.We are cast as shadowsagainst foliage walls. We have been worn down to nothing… But the joke has beenplayed upon them. For in our suddentransformation, transmutation,our impurities have been excercized…. We are the vessels,theContinue reading “Strength of Alchemy”

Aquarius

wisdom and creativity flow from our vesselsinspiration and caring outrageous thoughts artistic dances and skills wield our birth riteswe are born strong in the veins of Aquarius *(matthew bowers)* ~93

Winter Woman

From the Deluxe’ Edition of Something Witchy This Way Comes… #deadmanspressinkI’d like to share one of the Bonus Poems featured……. Winter Woman Morning woke in full bloomTurned a key of faded gloryLet madness out typhoon smileIn bitter rhyme and rhythmic dance Embers smudge spirit callingsElectric waves docile momentsCrossing current equinox twinIn dime store shelter lostContinue reading “Winter Woman”

Winter Woman

Mindfulness

ToTeachAnd to followAlongThe SpiritualPath&Live By exampleCleanse energiesAnd relaxHealingThe soulWith positive IntentionsBecomingOne with ourselvesThrough Meditations ~Namaste~ *(matthew bowers)* ~93

~Amy Winehouse~

English, smokey, jazz house bluesIn youth so Innocent so much to loseSo raw and talented pop star dreamsBefore the demons rose, and took her beingHave you seen her in her ballerina shoesCovered with blood track mark abuseA soul, her soul, taken awayHeroin, Liqueur til she couldn’t playHer love, brought addiction, then disappearedLeaving her helpless, anContinue reading “~Amy Winehouse~”

Photograph

It is in a momentHe holds her in his handsTracing her cheekWishing moreThan he’d like to admitThat SheWere here WarmSoftVelvet smilePatchouli whispersSparkling eyes He lost himselfCaught off balanceRemoved from timeEntrancedSpellbound MagicKCapturing Him He felt AliveWhen they wereConnected SpeakingSecretRhythmicLanguage MemoriesHe hopes that theyWouldCouldShare togetherRuminated withinHis skull echoing Sunset anxietyFears of her fallingAway Unpacking boxesOf potential yesterdaysContinue reading “Photograph”

Justice Among The Stars***

Golden glitter stars line either side of HOLLYWOOD Boulevard. It was “The” Iconic walkway back in the day. I remember feeling a little more than gypped to be honest when I found out that anyone could simply purchase one of those suckers on their own, if you had the Ca$h. Still, I was fuckin’ gladContinue reading “Justice Among The Stars***”

Coming Soon…..

My Next book release projects are in the works…. These will both be released this year. Harlequin Sky & MagicK Moon

Pandora’s Box

She smiledYouthfulEnergy The innocence That attractedNothing innocentThat would feedConsumeCarnal Wonton pleasuresDark back alley holidayHer songHer tragedyUsedAbusedRent and soldIs their loveIn happenstance The soft touchPrestige porcelain skinHaunted HungryThe reflection of death Betrays you Frail rail body Wire arms cold legsJohn and Pawns Exchange monies For a chance to feel AliveA cost thatLoses sanityPoor little shiny toyLostContinue reading “Pandora’s Box”