KarlRomeo PierreLouis

Rookie (July 12 / Port au Prince, Haiti)

KarlRomeo PierreLouis Poems

1. Far Too Sudden 8/30/2009
2. Not As Yesterday 8/30/2009
3. Aspiring 8/30/2009
4. Rumor Of Treason 8/30/2009
5. Terminal 6 8/30/2009
6. Expression 8/30/2009
7. That I Am 8/30/2009
8. Weak Emporium 8/30/2009
9. Floating Phenomena 8/30/2009
10. Fool Enough 8/30/2009
11. Hill Of Potatoes 8/30/2009
12. Broken Glass 8/30/2009
13. The Odds 8/30/2009
14. Original Poem 8/30/2009
15. Absolutions 8/30/2009
16. By Her Name 8/30/2009
17. Roadside Manner 8/30/2009
18. Pulse For Breath 8/30/2009
19. Paths Of Sometime 8/30/2009
20. Mea Culpa 8/31/2009
21. Perfectly Warned 8/31/2009
22. The Foreigners 8/31/2009
23. Traveling Along 8/31/2009
24. Kissing In Exile 8/31/2009
25. Blue Note 8/31/2009
26. The Waiting Of Fulfillment 8/31/2009
27. Rain Interrupted 8/31/2009
28. O.C.D 8/31/2009
29. On 6th And Lennox 8/31/2009
30. The... Disciple 8/31/2009
31. Dream Responsibly 8/31/2009
32. Returning June & Pen 8/31/2009
33. For Self And Country 8/31/2009
34. Stone And Human 8/31/2009
35. Chosen And Regretted 8/31/2009
36. Long Thin Sigh 8/31/2009
37. Bizarre Cement 8/31/2009
38. Mending Yesterday 8/31/2009
39. Just Needed To Be Said 8/31/2009
40. Faithful By Destiny 8/31/2009

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Best Poem of KarlRomeo PierreLouis

Ab Initio

I have found Eden in her eyes
vivid and hemmed around
utterly out of reach of a glance
most fair for bliss and blame
deep and verging as the moaning sea
its reflections whisper words flung and caught
Alas, no more for ever
with pitiless flow, I can follow
only dwell'n in the dreams of sea-birds
and sea winds swelling and heaving to and fro
I stand beneath words with no way to go
yet still I stand at the sight of her
breaking and escaping the hindered within
and still without sound I stare with compliments
urgent, whistling past her hair
loitering ...

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Far Too Sudden

I lost her on sycamore grove
Where I loved her to myself
Without hesitation or perfection
Selflessly and imperfectly yearning
For the day when she’d return
Without the color she’d left with

Here, in this intersection, this crossing
I kiss in the wind and hope impatiently

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