Norman Lordan(N.J.Lordan)

As I wend my way through The maze of cobblestone alleys That is Boston, Massachusetts, I turn my collar up to the cold Breeze coming in off the Atlantic. The streets are full of ghosts, And I blend in with the witches And goblins seeking sweets. My haunting grounds. #FromOneLine

Fragments of me, Scattered for all to read. Yesterday's pain Is today's poem. Be careful when interpreting, You never know what you'll find. Many are the twists and turns In the labyrinth of my mind. For in this maze There lives two: A Muse to guide me And the monster I am.

You once viewed the chains Binding your wrists as fetters Meant to keep you in control. Too many believe just that. Strength does not come From holding on too tight. Trust begat Love. You chose another. Love let you go. You seeking to return is when The Dominant me says no.

Burnt umber is the rain Falling silently to the ground To be caught by the whirlwind Of memories swirling at our feet. The summer leaves change As the green love of then Matures into something vibrant, Different in hue, but Beautiful. Pumpkin season is better With your kiss.

"Aesop" Ants scurry in the dirt, Pincers moving gravel To fill the hole in their path. A man leans on his shovel, Cup of black coffee steaming In his other hand as he watches. A grasshopper jumps across Traffic in a rush to work Barely missing the pothole. @RealisticPoetry

Steady hand on the rudder, I feel the current of the channel As I steer between the bouys, Catching the breeze with my #sail And out into open waves. Rime on my beard and sun In my eyes on a clear summer day Would be perfect for a poem If only you were by my side, Dear. #vss365

As a young boy I dreamt, And fell in love with the sea's magic Fantasizing I would be a pirate. Oh, those days, long ago, far away! An old salt, I've returned To the #harbour of my youth For the safety of home and hearth. But magic lives In my tales To let kids dream. #vss365

Poetry began in the desert, Sun-baked silt cracking from The heat and lack of rain, As I climbed up a steep slope Until I reaching the edge of The timber line. Boulders split By the roots of ancient pines Soon were dusted by snow in July as I reached the #Mountain top. #vss365

My #bequest to thee, Do not mourn me When I have gone, For the wooded path Still remembers my step As I wandered in shade Seeking the small miracles Of growing things Bathed in golden light Along the laughing brook And the mountain's granite foot. Follow me to poetry. #vss365

Who said romance is dead? Today it is raining. Soft drops falling from the Still green leaves of trees Too stubborn to change colors Because of a date on the calendar. They are playing a Love song. Can you hear it? Wait. Let me help you. Maybe a kiss will help. #poeticthoughts

A soul is a many faceted jewel. A kaleidescope of reflection Of the light from other souls Becomes the candlelight I write by In the dark, lonely hours of night. I let words carry me away, But the gem stays solid, A stoic reminder that Beauty Is crafted by Life's pressures.

It started with just a taste, Sweet and oddly satisfying, But the more I tried, The more I craved. Every waking hour Was consumed by thoughts Of how I could get my Hands on another sample. This #hunger has become My obsession. I need your kiss again. #vss365

Tonight I'm alone. The moon keeps watch Over the cold white tundra Of bedsheets once graced By an angelic shape. When will this winter Of discontent end? I want the fire of summer! Why should we sleep When we could burn the night, And face dawn tired but satiated? #poeticthoughts

She whispers desires To the stars above her In night's lonely hours, A secret wish to be touched Like a daytime flower opening Dew soaked petals to a Thirsty bee craving sweet nectar. She thinks I don't remember, Or worse, don't also yearn To drink inspiration. #poeticthoughts

@bloom_n_bloom made a valid point in one of her recent posts. Just because someone writes erotica does not necessarily mean they are open to more than a conversation when engaging with fans of their words. Please, be respectful.

You know, if you don't want to buy my noir mystery for the mystery, you can buy it for the killer romance. 😊

Tus besos ardientes encendieron una lujuria feroz en lo más profundo de mi alma. Soy un de los perdidos, un ángel que cae como la seda de tus ropas. Esta noche inventamos nuevos pecados. #Poerotic

You raise your voice, Hurling thoughts and ideas That others taught you. A friend records, Hoping for viral videos To monetize their account. This is artificial #conflict Without thought of The consequences. Have you forgotten The ancient Arts of Rhetoric and Debate? #vss365

I have a question for the poets in the #writing community... I am writing a verse book about Norse mythology. It is a retelling of some myths in the Poetic Veda with my own twists. Loki and his many loves is the focus. The break-ups lead to Ragnarok. What are some good titles?

Ella me provoca. Sabe como hacerlo. Susurra promesas indecente de lujuriante en las orejas de otros hombres en frente de mi. Mi pecador es ira. Soy un artista de así y pintará su cuerpo con mi mano fuerte para el placer de ella. Ella me provoca con razones. #Poerotic