Tag: The Cartoon Diaries

Poem by David L O’Nan: I Tremble Like Dying Flowers

I Tremble Like Dying Flowers

previously published in Royal Rose Magazine and in my book the Cartoon Diaries & Bending Rivers

I wrote you this ballad this morning
As your brown eyes slept away yesterday’s stress
Can I present you rich daisies and oils?
When Our minds can never really rest,
Of Course, I can write of the past
And all the crumbling rocks that cut like a good-bye.

But I want to be your strength
Instead of your fog in peril build,
A trembling dying daffodil
I want to wipe away a tear with confidence
And bring you the hands of Jesus in this fence.

We must break through
To touch the skins of heaven.

I want to swim,
I want to wipe these oceans over
This sadness, this anger
Drown those greedy seeds of cities.

They continue to grow that oppressive dirt
And I whisper words of I love yous
As you continue to sleep like a peaceful baby bird
And no Winter withering, of flowers
Impervious to the narcotic chills

And flowers dress out of its manic swaying,
All my crutches and bandages hold them up like a miracle for you.

The best I am, and can ever be
Is your damaged masterpiece.

Don’t throw this one out.

Current bio for Fevers of the Mind’s David L O’Nan editor/writing contributor to blog.

Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan Anthology available today!

Available Now: Before I Turn Into Gold Inspired by Leonard Cohen Anthology by David L O’Nan & Contributors w/art by Geoffrey Wren

Bending Rivers: The Poetry & Stories of David L O’Nan out now!

Bare Bones Writings Issue 1 is out on Paperback and Kindle

Poem by David L O’Nan : “Cartoon” from the Cartoon Diaries

Cartoon


I am a cartoon
Spawned out of sedatives,
And the undressing of social ghosts

From another era,
A misplaced shadow
Picked up by his brain
And placed into the grey
The black and white mingling
With the coolers of evergreen grass,
And sunshine
Only on days beyond the pale


The programmed moments
To feel human
Soon the eclipsing,
Back to the litter
The polluting of liar’s kisses


The youth that have regressed
From freedom to greed
I am a cartoon
All eyes wanting a joke,
You have become the joke
Smiles are for the pretty,
The handsome


The crooked money ticklers &
The sensual succubus
Teasing you into a melting,
Staining thought


Restraint, your control
Faceless,
Soul non-existent
Your mouth dry,
Drawn on
By the hedonistic mystery of power


You are tattooed in –
The rust of their hearts
All eyes are fake, to you
Their spinning, dancing words –
Are dreams, to you
When they move by you
Fast like a motor’s hum
Trying to inject their life,
Inside your bubble
Puncturing the ink from my skin


They are annoying, to you


I am a cartoon
Murdered from the loving,
Peaceful world we knew –
Many vastly shaded moons ago –
And placed into this,
Whatever this is?


The unknowing,
The apprehension,
The reality
Placed into the soil to resurrect mania
Buried into this soil
To alleviate trusting


A cartoon always wonders
If they’ll make it –
To the next page…

Interview with EIC David L O’Nan with Anastasia Abboud on Grains of Sand : About how I write, my weird thoughts and a few of my revised Cohen Avalanches in Poetry Poems.

Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan Anthology available today!

Available Now: Before I Turn Into Gold Inspired by Leonard Cohen Anthology by David L O’Nan & Contributors w/art by Geoffrey Wren

Bending Rivers: The Poetry & Stories of David L O’Nan out now!

Current bio for Fevers of the Mind’s David L O’Nan editor/writing contributor to blog.

Poem: Wild Hearts by David L O’Nan

Wild Hearts

Finally, your wild heart has escaped
dug out of the tombstones and pistols.

Finally, breathing
lost your flannel scars

Anxious
Overly cautious needletail flight
into a coal burnt sun.

Finally,  your wild heart has escaped.
Fireflies surrounding us.

In smithereens we are now static.
The last prayer to a Bonnie and Clyde tragedy.

We are puffing cigarettes like a royal snob.
Invisible now.

A parade for the burning winds.

He, the jealous king
makes love fraudulent.

Finally, your wild heart has escaped.
Dynamite sticks replace the brain.

He, lives as the artist wrapped in heartbeats
Ideally, he pretends his golden crown was light.

Foggy to everyone else.
Your wild daring heart has escaped.

From razors to scissors.
From cuts to blisters.

I have never felt the chills like that
in your shaking hand.

Your love, facade.
But you sleep will in the lilies.

Looking at deformed clouds.
Destructing the milky way.

Poem by David L O’Nan Writing Suicide Notes in the Bluebird – The Cartoon Diaries 

Current bio for Fevers of the Mind’s David L O’Nan editor/writing contributor to blog.  

Poetry from David L O’Nan in the Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers 

Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan Anthology available today!

Bending Rivers: The Poetry & Stories of David L O’Nan out now