tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752Sat, 11 Feb 2012 11:06:00 +0000#gogyohka #pentastichgogyohkamicropoetrypentastichmhdraper art surf skate "Gallery M squared" "Surfrider Foundation" "neopopstreetfunk" skatedeckdedicated<small>Original Poetry and Prose by M. H. Draper</small>http://www.thelateflyer.com/noreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)Blogger280125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-3311751948183152612Wed, 01 Jun 2011 23:48:00 +00002011-06-01T18:48:36.638-05:00Oh, yes! — I remember the flower petals unfolding, wet with rain — and the insipid clouds that hung overhead. © 1 June 2011, mhdraper.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/smccnhO0eXI/petals.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/smccnhO0eXI" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2011/06/petals.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-9001010299720204489Fri, 18 Mar 2011 04:27:00 +00002011-03-17T23:28:17.494-05:00The loneliest I have ever been was once when in love. I am not in love now; but alone, and lonely. Is there a difference? I often consider what it would be to simply be lonely again. © 17 March 2011, mhdraper.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/gc7XgxVNdbs/consider.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/gc7XgxVNdbs" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2011/03/consider.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-9161811583271897797Sun, 27 Feb 2011 18:17:00 +00002011-02-27T12:17:15.183-06:00I've died A thousand times In your arms, But today, I will live without you. © 24 February 2011, mhdraper.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/EozXR4ivfEo/rebirth.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/EozXR4ivfEo" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2011/02/rebirth.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-249038366031696705Fri, 18 Feb 2011 11:38:00 +00002011-02-18T05:41:12.103-06:00She seldom spoke the truth even though we never talked about it, not about the many broken highways, dwindling into exit ramps. Even the thin avenues are long gone, overgrown and mute. Yet, I still hear her: she, an indecisive bee; she, who lied about the sting. © 18 February 2011, mhdraper.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/YkZ-gYZf-vU/bee-line.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/YkZ-gYZf-vU" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2011/02/bee-line.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-3602281742512636261Wed, 16 Feb 2011 03:38:00 +00002011-02-15T22:03:48.649-06:001. Prayer What aspirations have I, as an artist, to create, to mimic, to echo such sacred excellence? What dreams are worth altering reality, moulding baseboards into better worlds; to be dreams no more? What hope is stuck, an appleseed, in the throat, caught while coughing from laughter? What voice speaks that has not spoken, telling the heart to wake the mind; shaking, wake up, wake up?http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/9isK3YsorFs/creation-in-three-parts.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/9isK3YsorFs" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2011/02/creation-in-three-parts.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-2690033684774604350Wed, 09 Feb 2011 00:35:00 +00002011-02-08T18:36:08.528-06:00#gogyohka #pentastichI heard a thousand reasons why love was not for her. All the while, I kept my eye on a pouting kiss that hung midair, waiting to be taken. © 8 Feb 2011, mhdraper.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/9zKp_EIe41M/hesitation.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/9zKp_EIe41M" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2011/02/hesitation.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-7044150264275424117Wed, 09 Feb 2011 00:31:00 +00002011-02-08T18:31:01.208-06:00#gogyohka #pentastichThe afternoon segued into cool-toned night: jazz-drunk trumpets, coaxed into pinstripe solitudes played by warm fingers. © 8 Feb 2011, mhdraper.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/h9BeyVc3Qhc/from-cafe.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/h9BeyVc3Qhc" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2011/02/from-cafe.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-8043944469520588423Mon, 07 Feb 2011 03:56:00 +00002011-02-06T21:56:58.104-06:00#gogyohka #pentastichWinter soaks these socks; a sludge of snow that melts between my toes where spring hides, still laughing at the chill. © 6 Feb 2011, mhdraper.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/o3SosnLxcpU/surround.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/o3SosnLxcpU" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2011/02/surround.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-1677680835463224336Sun, 16 Jan 2011 15:00:00 +00002011-01-16T09:00:46.150-06:00gogyohkapentastichRebuilding a life takes no hammer, screw or nail; instead, it grows with courage each time that we fail. © 16 Jan 2010, mhdraperhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/FKzBrUKFqK8/reconstruction.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/FKzBrUKFqK8" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2011/01/reconstruction.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-7146061220786993586Sun, 16 Jan 2011 02:39:00 +00002011-01-15T20:39:18.707-06:00gogyohkapentastichI see myself in passing strangers' eyes; those who are just as lonely as me. © 15 January 2011, mhdraper.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/MWVqFQ94Xbo/in-vision.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/MWVqFQ94Xbo" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2011/01/in-vision.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-2428949769681711002Tue, 11 Jan 2011 22:02:00 +00002011-01-11T16:02:29.549-06:00gogyohkapentastichIn the bends of trees; orchids, swollen and fertile, beg passing moths to slip their proboscis into slender nectary. © 11 Jan 2011, mhdraper.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/ZPQPq2qlxmo/seduction-of-moths.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/ZPQPq2qlxmo" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2011/01/seduction-of-moths.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-4950907215070480461Mon, 10 Jan 2011 21:00:00 +00002011-01-11T05:09:57.408-06:00gogyohkamicropoetrypentastichThe cold weather brings chapped lips. I am lost thinking about your kisses. © 10 Jan 2011, mhdraper.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/ub0k3vDdS98/lost-kisses.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/ub0k3vDdS98" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2011/01/lost-kisses.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-4789064324597303086Mon, 27 Dec 2010 19:56:00 +00002010-12-27T13:56:26.447-06:00THERE IS NO FEAR in honest human kindness,  only that born of doubt in treachery's blindness.  You possess this within and have all the while,  a flowing wellspring of joy oft called a smile.  In sharing, others will see themselves within you,  this quells the heart's need for a like-minded few.  Such words are not a tired lecture or lost creed,  they are blueprints outlining what we most need:  http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/LgMXMrfT52g/what-is-needed.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/LgMXMrfT52g" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2010/12/what-is-needed.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-731412201703345009Mon, 27 Dec 2010 09:54:00 +00002010-12-27T20:41:58.150-06:00dedicatedYou are an unbridled storm that rests upon the horizon; yet calm now, flowing forth like the palms which line the beach. I lay in the hammock in marvel of you; how you pull up water tendrils and in exchange, send down lightning arrows. Soon, you will reach the sand beneath me, which too long baked in glassy-eyed midday sang off-key nocturnes, only to the lonely moon. You are the storm that http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/9XzzsR91lY4/storm.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/9XzzsR91lY4" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2010/12/storm.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-8558860396322085599Sun, 19 Dec 2010 08:30:00 +00002010-12-19T02:49:15.234-06:00"Love is a lie. We give it a try, act like spoon-fed fools and thrive on  these dreams. All dreams die. They are dust  in an angel's halo. And must we believe in them, and why? The hope for  love is dead,"   or so the bitter  lover said, letting  it submerge  into the sea.  And watching, pointed to the sullen grey sinking vessel, declared, "Oh that, that is  not me." Yet the dreaming, (devouthttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/y6CUtHXdaK0/bitter-sea.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/y6CUtHXdaK0" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2010/12/bitter-sea.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-5747950103840972138Sat, 18 Dec 2010 04:20:00 +00002010-12-18T20:50:17.968-06:00May dreams calm your tired mind, and the day's ache be left behind, while through open window soon, the distillation of a vintage moon. And as morning leaps up to a start, let my words keep within your heart. Until tomorrow's first rays of light, I extend to you sweetest "goodnight." © 17 December 2010, mhdraper.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/DYHvfjir318/sweetest-goodnight.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/DYHvfjir318" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2010/12/sweetest-goodnight.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-2134489302976710249Fri, 17 Dec 2010 09:33:00 +00002010-12-19T03:04:58.561-06:00gogyohkapentastichSome perfect flower: the orchid, opulent upon its spike. It mourns and laughs at the same time. © 17 December 2010, mhdraper.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/3YI4tgJU6fE/some-perfect-flower-orchid-opulent-upon.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/3YI4tgJU6fE" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2010/12/some-perfect-flower-orchid-opulent-upon.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-5208474468983765943Fri, 17 Dec 2010 09:33:00 +00002010-12-19T03:01:09.881-06:00gogyohkapentastichPlastic smiles, so thin fragile masked grin absent a face these won't replace the real thing. © 17 December 2010, mhdraper.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/UbKFHmvFLSc/facade.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/UbKFHmvFLSc" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2010/12/facade.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-8161007524289647410Thu, 16 Dec 2010 19:27:00 +00002010-12-16T13:27:06.391-06:00gogyohkapentastichI never knew how beautiful love sounded until my daughter was born. © 16 December 2010, mhdraper.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/lQjb8eoOJ8o/her-first-breath.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/lQjb8eoOJ8o" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2010/12/her-first-breath.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-185691980263640794Thu, 16 Dec 2010 14:19:00 +00002010-12-16T13:28:02.136-06:00gogyohkapentastichRight before dawn hook and bait start to sink: the fish below draw straws.  © 16 December 2010, mhdraper http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/N6GEft-85_Y/first-catch.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/N6GEft-85_Y" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2010/12/first-catch.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-666588708890795069Wed, 15 Dec 2010 06:54:00 +00002010-12-15T00:54:25.290-06:00Beauty for beauty and the world sees itself reflected in the serenity of your eyes. The world rests near you, listening to the calm of your voice as it echoes over the boundless fields of dancing wheat. There, I lingered once more in your warming essence and in that rapture, I saw the world crash behind me. I secretly hoped among the whispers remaining that you never went too far from me, but http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/Z8Sw6sn0azs/epilogue.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/Z8Sw6sn0azs" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2010/12/epilogue.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-925388178620623575Tue, 14 Dec 2010 19:03:00 +00002010-12-14T13:04:19.955-06:00life and love are like a river flowing eternally, existing long before and after our presence here is done. live like a river bank, strong but yielding. love like the river, persistent but without force. From this, canyons of the heart are built. © 14 Dec 2010, mhdraper.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/99XmYsGKZWY/like-river.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/99XmYsGKZWY" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2010/12/like-river.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-3096126916338280969Mon, 13 Dec 2010 09:10:00 +00002010-12-13T03:10:39.460-06:00I remember your smile; it is the same one I wear now. © 13 December 2010, mhdraper.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/sauSefdhs8M/simply.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/sauSefdhs8M" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2010/12/simply.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-6868876821621817729Sun, 12 Dec 2010 22:56:00 +00002010-12-12T17:02:34.794-06:00 BOARDED UP: THE ART of SURF and SKATE Gallery M Squared - 339 West Nineteenth Street - Houston, TX 77008. Exhibition runs from 11 Dec 2010 to 2 January 2011. A Gulf Coast Charity Event. Photo: © 11 Dec 2010, M. H. Draper. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/jXDbSsUaKPo/billboard.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/jXDbSsUaKPo" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2010/12/billboard.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616956366099247752.post-7495281358092027308Sun, 12 Dec 2010 20:47:00 +00002010-12-12T14:48:45.564-06:00She bites her lip. "This ain't tough," she says, and you see a blur of kinetic perfection. She takes life on her hip, the staggered portraiture; She, a rock, too strong to collapse. When the tide comes in though, and the feathers of dawn are still dew-laden, ochre and oeuvre slinks along the shore and collected in tide pools are all the tears she hides. She tells herself that love was a memory,http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lateflyer/~3/TxMAiul8ypI/tough-girl.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Late Flyer)<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lateflyer/~4/TxMAiul8ypI" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.thelateflyer.com/2010/12/tough-girl.html