Poetry for the lost and weary

Ron Koppelberger

Snake Belly Blues

Renditions in revolving, evolving sway and swinging

Tiger cat tome, the wild violet voiced in verse and

Sure same sonnet, The carousing cure for snake belly blues

And shaded restless omens in speckled owl horns

And flighty raven call, the love of the lay and the wont

Of a songstress turned to the bells of an eternal song, sung

Sold, brimful and boasted scarlet by teary eyed notes

Of dusty tempest and solitudes

                                                                     Silent parade of bliss.

Ron Koppelberger

Red Weeds

Indefinite in seasons of cloaked wisdom,

Released by the bidden taboo of wretched wonder

And meandering embrace, the sly beauty of beguiling senses

In serene shadow and crimson droplets of perfumed nectar,

From red weeds borne only for the garnish of

Daisies and dandelion wild, A sodden whole perfected by the

Mists of tempered flocks and rare dogs in rocky

Exhaustions of transport, the phantom reflection of

Eyes alight by the shimmering night-tide confessions

Of sated darkness and dreams in tune

With the symphony of sadness and

Eternal havens in secret temptation, by the

Visage of a smokey drama in black.

Ron Koppelberger

Surreal Reverie’

Condensation, beaded borne by misty currents of

Breached space and rainy essences of designed

Style, a cry of common youth in cascades of

Rushing secret, the whole of chastity in ethereal

Charge and surreal reverie’, the exclusive reign

Of eloquent sprinkles and hazy labors in

Avowed desire unto rain and

Seas of crystal flow. By the caressing

Whisper of an angel’s

Call in the dry

Desert wind.

Ron Koppelberger

Passion and Rage

Carousing cats, clawing cool in silent purring

Pauses of honor and elder wisdom, by the longhairs

Of a ravaged wont and a wild needing scream,

The sobriety in forgiving haste, in tales of treatise and

Furry whiskered, cleaver yarn, by the view of a

Drama told in breaths of passion

                                                                            And rage.

Ron Koppelberger

The Suns Love

Wagers and Easter in vaunt of a nearness in ivory

Paper, Swans circling the totem of a rare

Pillar in oblique directions

Of western dust, the liable lay learned mad and in vestured arrays

Of azure neon, made elite and golden by

The suns love.