Close up, on the smooth couth
meretricious pod, vibrantly
violating my optics violently,
even through the microscope.
Its swarthy stare is maliciously
resplendent and evoked from
parsimony.
Nature's beauty is suicidal.
pulchritude through lens,
but a spike to the neck.
Even in risk, identified ignorance is ignored.
veracity is a voodoo doll,
if you toss it out it re-emerges like
a comet
relentlessly.
the microscope aggrandize on its perilous magnificent shock.
like an arboreal boat it is shielded but
pops in agitation, adjudicating what
personality to adorn.
It feels like a placid charade,
for toxicity comes with respect
and beliefs, adherence.
just like a horse belch loyalty
and a den of destruction
her seeds swell calmly in hot dosage bean.
opulently lethal.
I see her dancing high on the bed of pleasure
through the microscope, with feets enveloped in predicament and her lips covered in crimson ichor.
A queen, so clean, a routine as green.
Categories:
adjudicating, adventure, extended metaphor, flower,
Form: Free verse
What you don't know, that I know.
My voice so mellifluous
Presenting me as emasculate,
As if I am heaven's perfect candidate.
Ohh they don't know,
As they clothe me in pure perfection.
Only if they pay attention,
To my speech rather,
They'll see a different dimension.
And not that I blather,
Course in my other perception,
I call it adjudicating with invention.
Although that might be over rated without being calculated.
I am completely aware,
That "I am naughty, but yet innocent"
And yet many still don't know,
But I can't say beware, I can only put them up for a dare
Not that it's all bad, i'm not a rotten potato in a bag
Nor am I a lion in a sheep's skin, My naughtiness leaves an ignited room and my innocence leaves a healthy bloom.
Categories:
adjudicating, appreciation, art, cheer up,
Form: Tail-rhyme
"Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future"
-Oscar Wilde
Saints aren’t always saints, sinners aren’t always sinners,
freedom comes with a price even when you’re ready-
Life can be a rummage of contending losers and winners,
yet aloof in the assessment of what is worthy or petty.
Saints are also sinners, sinners are also saints,
who are we to separate them from each other?
Many can take advantage of free will, others show restraint,
then just tell me, who are we to judge one another?
Saints can be saints, just as sinners can be sinners,
forget who we are let’s move past this comparison-
It’s like adjudicating who is fat and who is thinner,
when in reality we should all try to be good Samaritans.
There is a fine line between deeming whose better or worse,
after all, weren’t we all created with the choice of free will?
Yes, there is much evil in the world, but also good of course,
yet, society is unfortunately judged upon ineptness and skill.
To fill this world with notions of superiority or of trespassing-
is like saying there is no difference between hell and the everlasting.
October 28, 2016
Categories:
adjudicating, sin, society,
Form: Rhyme
Just
Impartial reasonable
Judging mediating adjudicating
Life is never more than nearly fair
Closing approaching reaching
Hardly scarcely
Just
Categories:
adjudicating, judgement, word play, words,
Form: Diamante
PER CHANCE TO DANCE
Synchronization
Such a simple concept
As per a predestined precept
And both so delicately adept
Fluidly
As one
Each step a HUMBLE bow to the sun
Every beat a REVERENT blessing for the moon
While ceremoniously synchronized to the tune
Every move calculated by an ovation and an overture of PURITY EMBRACED
Each of their steps, by the other, so flawlessly traced
Two hearts too close and each to thusly race
While made, by the MYSTICISM OF MUSIC, to oil her way to grace
SYNCHRONIZATION
Following the other’s lead
Dedicated to the dance indeed
No errant thoughts to collide with memory’s miscalculation
Simply two souls adjudicating adulation
Whilst waltzing with a partner’s poised potential
Midst the essence of an essential
THE EMBODIMENT OF PERFECTION so are they urged with urgency to float
Lifted aloft by every preordained note
As he sweeps her around quite so sensually such as silk waving in an Autumnal breeze
And both with EMBRACEABLE EASE
A PAIR FASTENED and fashioned by fascination while emulating an immaculate EMOTION
Synchronization
Such a very erotic notion
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree~free cee!~
Categories:
adjudicating, childhood, confusion, cowboy-western, daughter,
Form: Monorhyme
PER CHANCE TO DANCE
Synchronization
Such a simple concept
As per a predestined precept
And both so delicately adept
Fluidly
As one
Each step a HUMBLE bow to the sun
Every beat a REVERENT blessing for the moon
While ceremoniously synchronized to the tune
Every move calculated by an ovation and an overture of PURITY EMBRACED
Each of their steps, by the other, so flawlessly traced
Two hearts too close and each to thusly race
While made, by the MYSTICISM OF MUSIC, to oil her way to grace
SYNCHRONIZATION
Following the other’s lead
Dedicated to the dance indeed
No errant thoughts to collide with memory’s miscalculation
Simply two souls adjudicating adulation
Whilst waltzing with a partner’s poised potential
Midst the essence of an essential
THE EMBODIMENT OF PERFECTION are urged with urgency to float
Lifted aloft by every preordained note
As he sweeps her around quite so sensually such as silk waving in an Autumnal
breeze
And both with EMBRACEABLE EASE
A PAIR FASTENED and fashioned TOGETHER by fascination while emulating an
immaculate EMOTION
Synchronization
Such a very erotic notion
© 2011.…..~free cee!~
Categories:
adjudicating, angst
Form: Personification