Aorta Poems

solstice grievance

monarchs sail plashless
while her shards of deceit pierce
my aorta, ripe

angel circus

I take my aim giving credence to the collapsed infrastructure called my brain. the subconscious is so unclear. Stabbed by imagination I lay bleeding as my aorta atery bleeds. I do this as such my mother goose. no motives or direct actions that  have been claimed. clowns we are forever here to play.

discombobulation in aisle 16

give me your aorta ~ and in exchange i will give you a nice pulse

said the kidney bean to a cabbage heart ~ as it openly convulsed

but the black eyed peas protested violently ~ acting with impulse

of course i needed a leek pretty bad ~ and suddenly felt repulsed

M Genre of Gender

We are at the world's edge
Playing non-stop on reed
Along the lyrics of natural nerds
Singing solemnly aloud to no end

With courage, strength and gut, we fledge
Upon all it throws cum concurrent need
We put the flag of fitness on substantial words 
Giving all to the moment per chance cum luck to contend

In the hopeful grace that endangers mind's den
Either our says are blue or our minds, red
Our DOS will glee come what may to adhere
To our souls' operating systems regarding gene

Shout out to men on pen
Boys are not stone yet not dread
But are readily fit to contend without fear
Be it in Apomu, London, or even Eugene

It is either we win or battles rend
But no surrender not even for greed
Of pasture which mortal wants green
Of which everyone has become an aorta

That accompany the mysteries pens trend 
In this peaceful tease is my awesome breed
A figure of troubled bliss pecking fate's serene 
Gracefully, I belong to this wonderful "M" genre.

Poison 4428

Narrated Aisha:The Prophet in his ailment in which he died,used to say"O Aisha! I still feel the pain caused by the food I ate at Khaibar,and at this time,I feel as if my aorta is being cut from that poison.

Intense Love

when you knock on my door, i sorta
 feel a intense pulse in my aorta
loving you quickens my weak heart
but i feel i could die if we were apart

Sweet Pain

This love is chaotic
My anxiety to feel your skin texture
Leads me to severe headache and fever,
My breath cutoff, 
And eyes turn red 
When ever I'm vulnerable to your presence,
Your love is a sweet virus,
Virus that pierces my esophagus
And sets sputum in my lungs,
A sweet virus that digests in my aorta
And spreads through my vessels
          With no doubt,
I'm optimistic that your love is a virus
Made by God to enslave my soul,
I cough, sneeze and tremble
When I perceive your face
Like Covid-19 patient,
I rather wear eyes mask if there's any,
Because nose mask can not save me,
A single jab from you entangle
My emotions,
The endless feelings flicker in my head,
Your love is a sweet pain I can't forgo.
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© Artistic Poet??
Lonely Soul

I O U

I’m forever in your debt, m’lady
This me confess openly:
I offer U 
every pulmonary part
of this obsidian heart

O beautiful Ivory mare,
I love when you graze upon me
with those pretty olive eyes
As your bright yellow ponytail hair
shimmers in the vale breeze

I confess willingly,
I’m in your debt eternally, m’lady love
Your brave maiden rescue — 
Galloping deliverance 
from a brokenheart solitude
It t’was celestial revival approved

For this saving grace,
‘I do’ offer you
every pulsating part
of my obsidian heart

I owe you
every aorta praise prairie thing
That a lonesome Appaloosa can steppe sing
M’lady, let me kiss your 
heroine horseshoe 

O beautiful filly, Ivory!
I just want to thank you on bending knee 
For listening bosom intently
to my verdant vow, passionate plea

Non-Verbal Exchange

Her exhalation of loin lucidity
mentally fertilizes
my inhalation with ova clarity

Silent eyes move with
midnight aura imperative speed
Time dilation purity 
seem to halo heat signature read

Twin soul synchronicity
mirrors a muffled, 
dual embrace reciprocity:
A horizontal transmission need

Sigh    ...    blink

Thought oscillations 
of laser intensity
enter the deepest diaphragm part 
of fetal prone me

Pheromone palpitations
leaves a muted trail of inaudible moans
Cosmic kiss-synapse fluidity 
is the lip-binding universal speech

Blink    ...    sigh

Love urgency travels 
on an arrhythmic aorta beam
Unspoken passion
twas utterly bosom conceived

Cold Fire

Glacial on the inside
Frozen memories 
of a lost, tropical paradise life
Frostbitten feelings slowly moving
to the other bipolar side

Icy reflections of striated emotions;
dark moods, 
lighthearted nostalgia aurora views
temporarily soothes

Sparkling snowflakes — 
crystalline sadness swirl deeper inward
everyday
a new layer of coldness
ignite the igloo beating hearth

Sub-zero lonely, empty pulse desires 
buried inside an Arctic aorta:
The pulmonary permafrost side of hell on earth

Solitary cold is the fire
that burns within
A desolate fortress of denial
is never warmed by the freezing flames

The cold dawn of bliss
is eternal midnight burning
underneath an avalanche of anguish  

Love snuffed cold fire ...
the icy cries keep neverending smouldering

Always ready to soul shatter burst
into a raging blizzard of unmelted tears again

Desert Bloom

My aorta beats in golden poppies,
pulsing down slopes to pool
in a bruise of purple sage.
Though my eyes gleam
with lemon marigolds
snow caps of porcelain lupine
melt on my lashes,
undulating in a quiet tempest
of periwinkle asters.
Beneath a bluebell sky
the sun colors my cheeks
with the blush of primroses
as monarchs lilt
like birds of paradise
among velvet morning glories
and a shy alyssum breeze
caresses my emerald cloak.

3/26/19
Marathon Qualifiers Contest
Mark Toney

Selective Blindness

Blinded to all of the desirable flaws
within pillow reach
Shallow beauty of uneven temperament
rises and falls
with the tide of X-ray attraction

Ultraviolet thoughts in visible range,
scan the scarred marks 
on an arrhythmic, telltale heart
Tender touch select a barely audible
passionate promise of silhouette pleasure
Sarah Vaughan on the playlist,
speaks softly low 
after every Phyllis Hyman kiss

Silky braille scats,
pure Al Jarreau ...
fingering the body fretboard
Leaves an infra-red lip signature

Blind to the faults
of a carefree gypsy, wandering attitude
Wait patiently
to impart a better bosom perspective

Open the clay vaults
while the lava flow of the moment moves
Let love clarity
be the retinal force which aorta give

See those gems of free expression
paint the intimate mood 
Glittering hues of breathtaking ecstasy
is blind to the fact — 
seeking love is a natural obsession

Wait Loss

Patient Hope is on a stoic decline
The celluloid tread mill 
is crybaby set 
on an aorta sob incline —  
A cardio faithless, vertical whine

Shouldering the weight of personal decisions,
is seen nowadays 
as an irresponsible, bulimic activity

Cares of the world
will surely take an unkind toll 
on the body and soul

Lust obesity trick imagery
is a mirror mirage 
of illusory, measured wait loss

But how much wasted time 
in your slouch sofa life did it cost?

For a slimmer waistline,
Vanity became your sin slave boss

Phat pocket dreams
binge bought on a lottery coin toss

Puffed up pride made you take a wait loss

Virtuous self-denial sacrifices
is a lost art — 
an unpracticed part
of flabby moral muscle shedding

Taut bellies of bloated importance 
(attained through artificial,
sweaty palm wait loss)
is a self-absorbed sin of indulgence

Rash prayers desiring rushed results,
be a twig spandex figure 
uncertainty marred by obese doubt

And discarding of the necessary, 
healthy heft of navel faith
is a wait loss ...

Unnatural mental womb aerobics,
that an anorexic spirit 
chose to exercise 
at a flatline metabolic rate

Apoplectic Begat Comatose

Eh, Bebe ... 
clueless you with the wide eyes open, 
which can’t see

So apoplectic of heart,
paralyzed by the cobra sway
of changeling channel charmer words

Gen Z baby gloomer 
remote diaphragm controlled,
go back to analog sleep

Oh  oh ... video comatose — 
Nightmares begat by daydreams
of reel digital silver screams

Lost Vegas patch-eye vision
of one arm pulled down
And the coins keep trickling
into your open palms

Baby Bebe gon umbilical vault cray  cray
Cut the cord of the eyelid dark violet curtains ... 
bling-bling blind birth 
shut the womb of twin retinal glow dearth

So aorta slow,
slug cranial coma critical ... 
lobotomy comatose

Virtual voices say:
eh, Bebe — 
Pull the plug ... let the dying vapors go,
expired from a necrotic nasal

Retinal Lethal

Killer jeans ... 
sidewalk recombinant retinal lethal
Hazardous faded denim optics
Mahogany bombshell — 
moving target  drop-dead beautiful

Double helix ... 
T-virus (Tantalizing) traffic stop double take
Gazelle graceful mitotic movement 
cause pedestrian pause,
magnetic gawk gyroscopic directional

DNA dynamite dynamics ... 
(Double-digit Numerical Anomaly)
Short fuse strutting,
sashay fireworks  ...  body comely 

A chromosomal figure eight 10,
estrogen silver bullet sight no-brainer
Steely sizzle vision ,
	   sultry slow-motion ...
 		           smoking hot chamber

A DNA pristine, walking dream — 
The perfect fit
in a faded pair of twin coarse twill

Fatal attraction struck a coroner pose,
when my hazel eyes told her
that she could do whatever she will 

Dyed denim genetics,
chromosomal femme fatale optical 
Twas crosswalk balk retinal lethal

Bright rainbow aurora halo
yielded a flatline squint,
at the changing of a traffic light

Pedestrian aorta revival ...
it wasn’t pulmonary pulse optional,
at the DNA eye-sighting 
of glow retinal drop-dead beautiful

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