elysabeth faslund (11/23/49 / Thibodaux. Louisiana)
Biography of elysabeth faslund
elysabeth faslund Poems
A Woman Says 'Talk Dirty To Me'...(Humor...
A woman runs around the house all day Thinking 'This night, I'll play, I'll tickle his fancy when he gets home. After all, I've cleaned, cooked, all alone.'
I am woman and I have borne the Torah on a gold cloth Over my shoulder. I have consecrated its dust-leadened parchment, Cradling the scrolls into temple darkness...
Blood Type Of Space
Matter...known, unknown. Anti-matter...unknown... Possible, probable.
A Timed Sonnet*
The days, invariably, quickly pass. Natures care not to amend tiresome hours Hiding, lurking, sleeping. Casting away From mortal shores. Trespassing. Always gray.
I guard your eyes at the dawning... Veiling you from intrusion. I guard your face in sleep. I sing demons of dreams back
Advice From My First Marriage
Courtship, without marriage... How romantic, indeed. Marriage, without courtship...
A Free Bird's Love Song*
You ain't hittin' on nothin Forget about homemade bread Forget about coffee at 5a.m. Think about things you said
Mah-Ve-Lous Cat...(Humor) *
Look at me, I'm a mah-ve-lous cat. I'm stalking the elephanormous mouse. I'm curling my tail, flexing my nails... Look at them gleam in my pretty-purr paws.
In Other Words
We do not know The blood type Of the next galaxy...
A cat of a cat of a Witch of a wind! John's just a patsy! John's gonna send
All About A Genie Poet And Poetess In Po...
Droning words, unfortunately read This tender, fog-draped morning, Has done nothing for my appreciation Of the world of the 'Genie'...
Ain'T Love Great When He Has Bad Dreams?...
I burned your toothbrush Yesterday. Slept by myself Last night.
Ah! The Country Life...A Study In Patien...
Cletus and Leotard came over that day, (five hours late) to install mini-blinds. Lord, help us. Lead us in this valley of Tears, to pray.
A Sweet Thang Needs Sugar...(Humor)
All I want is love... Say it. All I want is the world... Wrap it.
Too misty, too white.
Fog changes pelicans
Into prows of ships.
Slow, too slow to
Ignite red lights,
Switch gates down.
Listening, windows up...
No engines, no