inflamed by its sputtering,
cavity muttering-
opened by oaken and metal frame fluttering,
lapsing from pavement and pierced into meat.
uttered uncomfortably, aortas ushering,
sizing in varicose clumps that then gush and bleed-
underneath-
addling-
marrow now callousing,
blood pools in pockets that rise then fall avidly,
omen of tragedy-
spilling haphazardly-
out through the holes in the abdomen cavity,
ribs weaving in with the antlers and atrophy,
breaching the velum, the lungs, and the tapestry
matting the fur and impairing anatomy,
mottled in apathy-
unsatisfactory,
violently waning to seize.
soothing the battery
bathed in a subtlety
gathering suddenly,
proboscis covering-
over the spills-
haemolacria bubbling,
butterfly, moth, and diptera now summoning-
spreading, embedding their needles and string.
bleating, unfleeting lachryphagous meaning,
now turning the pool to a flowering weave.
Categories:
aortas, violence,
Form: Rhyme
The windmills swallowed
Don Quixote,
Ocean spat out Atlantis.
Nothing will surprise their hearts
Captured by stony aortas.
The boy from family portrait on the shelf,
Dag his bitten nails into remains of rotten orange
(which left the trail in colour of the burning hearth
across the sky),
And probably not even then,
Not once, has he wondered
What are the trenches on his mother’s face
Channelling salty water
From two black amulets.
Sister’s arms grew wings and scattered
Toward the hanging tree,
Row and untouched by loneliness,
The dog was staring
At the dry terracotta peel,
Only the father,
Smiling and handsome in a black suit,
Resisted the tide of the scorched sunset.
Categories:
aortas, absence, childhood, conflict, daughter,
Form: Free verse
Yes Good one Frank...but now for the strange one johnson hehehe...
over a number of years my mother has been predicting droughts....
we usually get a drought after one good year! then 3 years of drought!
the last 4 have been climate change but wet years...? NO DROUGHT IN AUSTRALIA???
with my practice of visualize healing bulging aortas by seeing them shrink in my mind...
i took to seeing L s coming to the south east here, we really need water! we have had lows coming south???
coincidently we have had lots of rain ...this last month i have been seeing the L on the weather map on tv coming here to Brisbane...more coincidence hey...safer predicting a low than a cyclone ...my mum is almost convinced ???
The last few days we had a low form in the gulf of carpenteria and travel down the coast 2 thousand miles to Brisbane, where it is very wet and soggy currently.....Don xo
Categories:
aortas, adventure, mum,
Form: Ballad
If all I did was made you feel so real
Among aortas of much needed love
With silky shoulders of stern Pacific layers
Disturbed by memories of wings...
If I defected life and accepted wrinkles
Of heated rhythm in tempera of love
Although the shyness of a maiden wouldn't vanish
I long to get to know you in your destined life...
If all I did was made you stop and watch me
Smiling from a frame of wooden Jacaranda wonders
Then I can die forever in immortality of love -
The Anonymous -
in the "Wax Museum of
the Hoping Souls"...
Categories:
aortas, art, hope, imagination, love,
Form: Free verse
I am a water Lily,
my petals are quite frilly.
I thrive on abundant waters,
the flowing streams, my AORTAS.
Great beauty in flowing scene,
planted in life’s flowing stream.
My nectar is quite neat,
my honey dew is sweet.
It is in April and May,
broad leaves on water I lay.
When I prepare to pray,
in nature’s usual way.
Being love’s Lily of life,
manifesto of love not strife.
Having variety of colors,
love imitates no others.
Please enjoy my view,
my beauty I give to you.
I sway in the gentle breeze,
with awesome beauty, I please.
From a world of useless strife,
come and quiet your very life.
Come and sit by my side,
on my river so very wide.
And let your conscience awake,
love’s nature made no mistake.
Love only made me for you,
as truth, I am as skies so blue.
Nature’s awesome retreat,
numerous days to repeat.
Petals of beauty quite neat,
a natural of love’s feat.
Contest; The Flower
In Honor of; Rambling Poet
Place #7
Categories:
aortas, allegorybeauty, water, beauty, water,
Form: Couplet