Chance Foreman

Chance Foreman Poems

I bleed my soul
Or open my heart and drip the sun
Upon pages that sting my eyes
With footprints of light
...

One day
Out walking
I looked down
And in a puddle
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Have you ever
Had a word explode into your mind
And make you high and blissfully drunk
And left you in some unexplainable way
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The patio seating area
Was full
The seats were full
The tables were full
...

Two mountains rose and fell
She whispered in his ear
“I want more”
The tidal wave collapsed
...

The Water
Disguised as mirrored glass
Reflected mother natures lash
She winked at me
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Who is to say there is a way to find the day,
When the light has gone
With no roosters song
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Many feet crisscrossed
The square
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Sit back and explore the adventure of your dreams
Mold them in steps of laughter
And weave them
like tiny threads of love into the tribe of the moment
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I have seen the burnt amber
Of lost laughter
Lingering like the painted sun
Stained on a seeing collage of remembering when...
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Starbucks stole my soul
And drugged me with yuppie crack.
In my eyes
Addiction has reached new highs
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Allen Ginsburg ambushed me
The other night
In the neon fruit supermarket
While I was out perusing for a late night snack
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Step into the aroma
And witness
The mechanized magic
Making mornings better
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I am invisible
And I span the earth
Don’t cross me without good reason
For some, once passing me, my unforgiving eye means death
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I sometimes get the feeling
To leave this crazy world behind
And find a place
If one can be found
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16.

“Ok” he said
As he thumbed through the pages
Of his life
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The Best Poem Of Chance Foreman

Trapdoors To Treasure

I bleed my soul
Or open my heart and drip the sun
Upon pages that sting my eyes
With footprints of light
 
Great poems come from there
But there is nothing better than
reading a poem about the light
in complete and utter darkness
and watching a heart burst into flame
that had forgotten the warmth of the night
especially if that heart was your own
 
I have found poetry in the cemetery of my thoughts
Slapping the pavement, hysterical
Singing like trapdoors to islands of treasure
 
I have been run over by poetry
In the garden of shadows
Where lamppost flowers blossom
Like supernovas
Surprisingly hidden in a moment of complete clarity
 
I have gotten lost in poetry
Adrift in the mist of laughter
Seeping though the cobwebs of yesterday
Where the direction of my soul seemed to point everywhere
Except to the place where my mind longed to be
 
And so I found you
Poetry
Skipping playfully through the flowers
That I had forgotten
Bloom in my heart like yes
Like yes you belong here
And so when all is quiet
And the stars have gone to sleep
This is where I shall take my rest

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