TL Boehm - Writer

Written in my heart

Random Madness

Silliness and poetic retardation for your comic relief. There's more where this came from. The few below are just the migrants from my random blog sites.

Salome - A rambling tribute to Theda Bara 

Perhaps it was the blasphemy of lovers and fools 
This dalliance of ravens and necromancy 
The brush of pomegranate mouths 
Amaranthine against the backdrop of ochre and tintype 
I dance the silent rhythm 
Innate the rush of blood in veins 
Salome
I am your feathered death on prism wings 
Small consolation you cannot see the soul beneath the veil 
Spin a legacy of heretics starry eyed and hungry 
For flesh and soft skin 
Spills the stain on pristine canvas 
The palette of indiscretions 
Peep show intimacies 
Vibrant I am unfettered light 
And you are blind 
In black and white and gray
You twist this myth 
Ropes coiled serpentine 
Hungry eyed you feed on dreams 
Cellulose crackling in the heat 
Borne on desert winds 
I rise to claim you 
I am the moment 
Pigment and poetry 
Alive and fluid in your mind 
Inescapable 
Whisper my name
Salome 

031113 

Circumspect

Ever decreasing circles
Tessaracts
And mine fields
Hindsight blind sided
Ostensibly this funneled
Tunnel vision
OCD in oscillations
The vortices surround me
Gravity
On my event horizon
The memory of sunlight thins
This meridian
Soul and spirit intersect
At the latitude of foolish intentions
Emotional circumspect
The absolution of revolutions
Pull my fatal focus center
Enter in
To end
Where I begin
*aufero vestri cranium ex vestri anus
whispered litany
reverse reverberation
In that space between statis
And 360 degrees
Stretch out my arms
And I am free…..
Ever increasing circles
From the epicenter
To destiny

TL Boehm
092809
*remove your cranium from your anus....

this would fall under the "poetic retardation" category 

Hating Shakespeare

Oh, tragic Romeo and Juliet,
Two star-crossed lovers, by the way
Thy tale of woe makes me vomit
What else could be more cliché

Or morbid Hamlet’s intercourse
With a jester’s empty head
Thy necromantic discourse
Woulds’t be better left unsaid

And woe betide who says thy name
I’d sooner choose a horrid death
Than sit through the doubled bubbled fame
Of the queer kilted lad, Macbeth

Thy coupled innuendos, Bard
Doth soften thee rigored mortis hard
TL Boehm 03/14/09 (edited by Fred Boehm)

PS: I conducted an interview with Shakespeare in an attempt to gather inspiration...from the sour sonnet above it was fruitless...my questions and his answers below...

1.Are you a male or female: "Tempt not a desperate man"
2. Describe yourself: "Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast"
3. How do you feel about yourself: "Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low,
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb."

4. Describe your ex boyfriend/girlfriend "Tis torture, and not mercy
5. Describe your current boy/girl situation: "It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear"
6. Describe your current location: "Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty"
7. Describe where you want to be: bid me go into a new-made grave,
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud -

(snippets of Romeo and Juliet, by the way....)


9. Your favorite color is: That which we call a rose
10. You know : Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow."
11. What’s the weather like: Never was seen so black a day as this.
12. If your life was a television show what would it be called: For you and I are past our dancing days"
13. What is life to you:  "It is the east, and Juliet is the sun"
14. What is the best advice you have to give: "These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume."
15. If you could change your name what would you change it to: "What's in a name?”    

The Maid of the Hesperus - For Longfellow

http://www.bartleby.com/42/777.html

The Maid of the Hesperus

On wintry nights the mariners sing
Of tales such as these
The sound of a fair maid crying
Carried on November’s breeze

On moonless nights along the shore
Where plaintive surf does sigh
A chill will set in the bones of those
Who hear her mournful cry

Beware good men who ride the waves
Should you hear young maiden fair
Set a new course for open sea
Lest frigid death find you there

She drifts alone on storm frothed waves
Icicle tears form round her eyes
Her frigid embrace a sailor’s death
When winters wrath fills the skies

Alas fair maid of the Hesperus
Her spirit a slave to the wretched sea
The deep no kind of resting place
For a beauty such as thee

Beware good men who ride the waves
Should you hear young maiden fair
Set a new course for open sea
Lest frigid death find you there

TL Boehm 2007

 dedicated to Longfellow... 

Au Revior ReCamier - for WC Magritte

Recumbent sumptious repose
Decadent decay awaits
Those transient emanations
                             of skin on skin
                on sin

Grave veneration
The requiem fete
translucent cooler hue
Sienna memories. Madam for you

Whispered kiss of beauty divine
Slipping salient
mourning clothes
cast off fate
ca-coffin-ied cadence
                dress re-hearse-al 

Interred ochre moments
Au revior Recamier….

TL Boehm 2007

inspired by the picture of the same name - painted by WC Magritte