awake usual thoughts
failures made imposed
turn others sleep
those like may also awake
guilt not helping light
rest night fears conflicts
wars doubts known not
all prepositioned
keep hope peace joy love
isolated chambered atomized
quarked vanquished
Lord Jesus maybe will
many claim dead still
resurrection appendage
little importance since
not fit soteriology
identity not body
only survives death
timeless eternity reincarnated heaven
space sans time spent looking edge
those not yet arrived
waiting again undiscovering
one another simultaneously
except frozen eternity
Lord be raised embodied ongoing
time continued timely together
see those sleep those cannot
night pray
now three two hours
now one before dawn
I feel so vitalized, stylized, unanalyzed.
Eclectic, electric, not hectic!
My cells are atomized, crystalized, uncompromised.
Eccentric, ecstatic, not skeptic!
My mind's been mesmerized, civilized, unprivatized.
Fantastic, elastic, not plastic!
Cuz I have level eyes, country sized, unrealized.
Authentic, romantic, not manic!
...Or, maybe I'm just a little bit bombastic?
The gate made me rush,
my destination was plunder.
I saw them jeopardizing themselves,
helping others.
Unselfish concern for other people,
in the face of scarcity, risky,
without any reward.
Prosocial behavior,
born with a natural tendency,
helping others, forefront of thoughts.
Neural evidence, pure altruism,
against violence, inequality, and oppression.
Nurture the seeds of change,
respect for human life.
When they fragmented,
and socially atomized,
they shape beauty identities.
The sky was an iron skillet
To heaven it crept and filled it
Swallowed the color from every eye
An iron skillet was the sky
The earth no glint of morning touched
Fields swept black, the horizon crushed
To dawn the dark would not give birth
No glint of morning touched the earth
On the galvanized drummed the rain
Rivulets streaked the window pane
The ground it splattered and atomized
The rain drummed on the galvanized
Warm and tight you wrapped around me
In morningtide we could not see
I loved you through that stormy night
You wrapped around me warm and tight
September 10, 2022
Swap Quatrain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Herman heard me,
The howl of a nation.
Scourged! I was usurped,
And I was atomized!
Toivo came, a solemn tide
He contrived the paradiddle
That led to my autonomy.
Toivo, the inexorable current
That ringed a contrasting atoll.
Archracist criminalized him
Yet Herman endured unmitigated,
His heart never inuring to my cry.
His oratorical showers watered
The long rocky road to M21.
A sower of the seeds of hope
Andimba dispersed his ardour
Deep in the hearts of men
Ensuring the brave do not contort.
And when I was amorphous,
His sagacious parlance
Was perceived across oceans.
Toivo extolled my unsung features
And with his bellicose
He lit my torch of sovereignty.
Today, I am the Land of the Brave,
Because Herman heard me.
Humans are a social species, the men
in white coats, whom we have been
taught to trust, persuade us. Mr. President
mills about, run-of-the-mill
if you will, running the mill of the party,
the gathering. The women, like bushels
in their bustles, bustle about, foofing
their ruffles as trivialities are exchanged,
like bites
of cake that no one wants to admit
are too small. Mrs. First Lady extinguishes
the fire with a fire extinguisher of perfume,
atomized droplets
settling on chiffon like the Pilgrims
at Plymouth Rock. The men, neatly
assembled like compact
cars fresh off the assembly line,
assemble the women, corralling them
as a herd, unleashing
the lasso when one of them makes
herself heard.
RISE ...
breathless, calm ...
I face the morn ... possibility
mists crawl 'neath gangling willows
dew drawn from the keening hem of twilight
spattered on green and growth like atomized sachet
patient for the sun and its timid truths
as I listen for the silent cry
a new day's glory ...
soft-born.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Brian's Choice Y, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
“Beyond Reason”
Myth and reality,
The language of dreams,
A vision of god
Wrapped in creation scenes.
Myth and reality,
A visceral truth,
Unified dogma
A centrifugal spoof.
Scattered and atomized
Mankind searches
For an integrating structure
Bestowing meaning and purpose.
Methodological limitations
Chasten and humble.
In the final analysis
Ideologies crumble.
Atomized Rainbow
Sun
creeping
through
foggy
atomized
rainbow
arch
daring
horizon’s
idle drabness
awaken
sweet brush
breathe
pigments
ecstasy
upon
joys
waking
world
6/27/2015
submitted to – Waltzing with color – Poetry contest
sponsor – Kim Merryman
I know. I have left you
With your worst enemy: your own.
I am only keeping what I’ve unlearnt
Throughout your education of me:
The enchantment of dialogic desire
And the near perfection of shared intimacy.
In this furnished house of you,
I walked in and I walked out
Because I am not yours to hold
And mould into a keepsake.
You think the unchanged shall rob
Me more and dare me less
Than living in the adventure of you.
While the projection of me bears fault,
The inside woman is burdened,
Yet, alive and introvertedly poignant.
Indeed, I live coarsely and serve the devil
That pulls at my flesh till words sprout
Into wingless birds of ink
And I give myself more to this dream
Of a minor god than to your atomized
Version of how love has never failed me.
Still, who dreamt up whom in the end?
I toss and turn
in tumultuous waves
craving your darkest fantasies
will soon explode around me.
You are beautiful
much like demolition
painted nails that leave
unfettered wounds.
I call for you
in my slaughtered nights
searching the room
for your touch.
We have become
spontaneous perfection
I face annihilation
waiting for you.
Atomized and negated
I need you
it's You I see
all that I see.
We are
the Hiroshima
of love...
Socialize your piety
Whilst still capitalizing on figurines
Maximum bust on trophy shelf
Doing it all in cutthroat seas
Wandering in lucid dreams
Charging up energy to believe
Now out on dottted lines
Where traffic does confine
Minds strapped against time
Look around towards horizon's smile
the lustrous safari outstretch
Lions making disco rhymes under sun
Men in jeeps adrenaline to run
Gravity is patient
She does not force
Talking heads beyond
What is subsidized-
Caring for elderly and poor
Is that economy brain drain?
Are we that atomized?
She was the woman,
That I did so adore,
What a surprise,
To find out, she was
But a whore...
Crushed? No....
Atomized...
Vaporized..
Those were such
Lying eyes...
I stumbled into
A real world,
One I did not like...
In tatters was my self-image,
When my love told me;
"Go take a hike"!
What goes around,
Comes around,
This I trust is true,
And if it is, for sure,
I'm glad that I'm not you
What goes around,
Comes around,
This Merry-Go-Round
Of life,
Why I ever chose you,
To be my faithful wife...
What goes around,
Comes around,
Of this you can be sure,
My darling, lovely sweetheart,
You ever-loving whore.
Yes, it goes around,
And goes around,
And always comes back
To the start,
What goes around,
Comes around,
Including a broken heart.
I'm sick, I'm tired,
I've had enough.....
of "truth" and of lies....
I've been poked, prodded,
tested and bested,
festered, rested,
sequestered, requested,
wester'd, vested,
pestered, wrested....
and once, nearly arrested....
I've been analyzed,
crystallized, mesmerized,
pulverized, traumatized
criticized, idolized,
poked in the eyes,,
I've baked bad pies,
rid of flies,
immortalized, cloisterized,
checked for lies, realized,
utilized, memorized,
fantasized, exercised,
launderized, manipulized,
anesthetized, categorized,
demonized, nebulized,
pulverized, atomized,
vulcanized, deputized,
ionized,vaporized,
westernized, circumcised,
but now I have realized,
I see the world
in different eyes,
than those who call it
a pack of lies,
and if one really tries,
you can see what
a simple word buys,
not a burger and some fries,
but joy, laughter, insight
and possibly cries.
please don't bother to spell-check me,
I don't use it, I don't use the rhyme dictionary,
(allright, but just twice...) you get what
you see... right or wrong
it will be what it will be...
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