Ron Koppelberger

Tempest Swirl

Smoke and haze in tobacco ways of wear and will,

Of daylight crusade and twilight ballast, an inhalation

In sure measures of lust, also in expiring embers

Of burning passion exhaled in visions of tempest swirl

And twirl, in roiling amber accent and ecstasies of love,

Like the mist of an ethereal bliss and an amazing

                                                    Thrall in spider silk.

 

 

 

 

Ron Koppelberger

In Gray

The ambiguous charm of secret whispering

Tempests and Rain, windy straw reeds swept away by grains

In power and flowering cascades of hungry spray,

A discerning able mountain of

Defiant compulsion and random

Gossamer considerations in Gray.

 

 

 

 

Ron Koppelberger

Deepest Night

Chuckles and grins gone askew in gardens of

Ghostly reverence and clutches of secret

Daisy, a blameless burst of echoing asylum

Given unto the wont of dark eyed lashes and tidings

Of quiet discovery, an amusing address by the stars of

                                                            Deepest night.

 

 

 

 

Ron Koppelberger

Suns Rain

Talking in turn with the pity

Marked by inflicted suffering and gloomy frights

In sanguine shores of abandon, an exhausting

Crush on the suns rain and the polish of palms

Swaying by misty illusions and cashes of

Underground welcome.

 

 

 

 

Ron Koppelberger

Dark Cellars

The bearing of places in dark cellars and spider silk

Cocoon, the inspiring sun at night, by searing seas

Of presence and passion, ministered in mysteries

Of exalted prayer and sibilant snake hiss, a many in a few

Borne of silhouette and crème, absolute, perfected by elusive whiskers

And charcoal however, emergent by birth and fire,

The mystic sway of dark corners and dust laden

Shelf’s, by unknown rumor, the truth, in fact, limitless

By the bond between aged asylums in gray and

Nascent beginnings in ash.

 

 

 

 

 

Ron Koppelberger

The Feasting Wolf

Hungry by the darkness of an endless night, lurid in sensations

Of famished desire and hunting

Passions borne of starved demeanor, of wont and

Need for the twilight amazement of distant horizons

Scattered in praying stars and moon glow blood,

Snarls and muzzled feasts sated by the moment

                                         Of evolution between wolf and man.

 

 

 

　

　

Ron Koppelberger

4192 Acorn Ave.

Bunnell, Fl. 32110

Ph: 386-4379118

U.S.A.

E-Mail will806095@bellsouth.net

　

Dear reader

Ron is a poet, a short story writer and an artist. He has written 103 books of poetry over the past several years and 18 novels. He is always looking for an audience. He has published 684 poems, 756 short stories and 146 pieces of art in over 266 periodicals, books, anthologies and 11 radio Broadcasts. He has been published in England, Australia, Canada, Japan, India, Mauritius, Italy, France, Germany, China, Spain and Thailand. He has been Published in The Stray Branch, The Fringe, Write On!!! (Poetry Magazette) Static Movement, Necrology Shorts and Record Magazine. He is a member of The Poet’s society, The Fiction Guild as well as The Isles Poetry Association and The Dark Fiction Guild. His art is viewable on Facebook under will806095@bellsouth.net.

　

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