Best Anathema Poems
the air of
your skin is Paradise
fingers all over
my face
your words
push the blood
out of my heart
towards you
Her independence deferred
History wipe, silenced in denial
Component of family unit secure
Current form stands as emblem
Entirety kindly quiet unheard
Cleansed of horror occured
Corpses buried won't stand trial
Heinous parade she could endure
Hosts pretense without problem
Outline dent, identity blurred
Safe matriarch role preferred
Sedating sandarac sent via smile
Dizzying aphrodisiac calamine cure
Disarming smooth cabochon gem
Exhibits traits 1950's referred
Dissolved scrag, unburdened
Drama curtains pull closing titles
Screenplay prosperity props are pure
Scripted mid century holds them
Outcast character murdered
Eleventh of New Year Era
Tattoos were anathema in ‘52
on any man who got one
after an all-night drunk
or to impress a girlfriend.
But not a word was spoken to
a man who made it home
tattooed after serving
with his company in Korea.
Any man who made it back
was welcomed whether
he had Popeye on his bicep
or his girlfriend's name
even if the girlfriend married
someone she had met while he
was digging foxholes in Korea.
Donal Mahoney
Ambivalence and anxiety
Motivate or moot?
Benefit or blockage?
Intensify internal indecision
Trajectory or tranquility?
Inquire into impassivity
Observe oasis
Noble nonchalance noteworthy
Elan's word?
Zulu's sword?
Heartsichordiums-convulsive-verb
"Anabantium", O wraith of mord.
So is it, it is for Hilerides-Dales,
which green-discourse,
Southeast of Wales
or some other perch
of liaisoned Angeles-porch ?
Is one-way with a steep of glades newly born.
No sooner have we besmirched.
Self.
Nostra-damned-us, Astrogalus,
Nostragus.
Nemean Lion- first-of course;
eat us- at these quatrains,
like a double edged verse
candlelight-consuming in a dance of
strobelight nurse.
Neon-Cry that Mercury-Tear.
Filter-through, Mushroom Signage
of Modern glares.
As is-with directions,
one way streets to the Dens of thieves.
Dropping, dripping, burning eaves.
Robbing hoods and so also
there was some relation at worst-held
at bae or backwoods, back alley deed.
Err thee connection-theta warded-word
to say in it's assumed position,
bemusing Gaias':wraith de morgue.
Wraith de Morgana, r ape Avalons' Mist.
Undo the handmaiden with a new Word?
Unkiss? Disrobe? Amiss?
The Nostracina in turn be as it may.
Apologetics-Hilaridesics,
seems originally as being male; alone,
an Ictinopharctic poet
(nere-accompliced drunkenly-bare.) Was
named as for it a "Father-Door".
Now abyssmal opening, "Abaddon or Apollyon"
for who we to christen in sinful-adornment
of the riding of the unrepentant-whore.
To make her implore(doors? to whom?),
Ihttiphodar-Apath-Anamethat-Anathema,
that fore-in the family to grow-in-swore.
There have come much
tumidity and variety, little understanding
nor humility of season or station.
Of which that may be confusing for some.
Critique the weak, in terms of being. "Able to know".
Is just in it or have you
see to it's evening-glow?
Civilization? No.
Then this, also which I'll have to explain at night.
Among other that I have also,
left traces from the rite,
(their language of love,
of also of a possibly anamallan),
is then saying, (Elan!), more is the pain.
Till that which comes, comes as that Latter Rain.
No?
All other which I cannot know
for thee for it is hermetically sealed,
Bibliopsysicly sown.
Das papa anathema & furor he hiss toward patriarchal hierarchy
Courtesy mine eldest sister Amelie
Beth (thirteen plus months my senior),
whose maternal love equals heart as emoji,
she nsync with other kith and kin
painstakingly fleshed out family tree,
formerly severely uprooted, me
knowledge of ancestry
truncated, denuded..., bereft
any extended offshoots you see,
thus without doubt earned a priori
gene nee us award for peopling bee
silly decorative swallowtail and
wild asparagus coat of arms motif,
but particularly her artistry
paternal branch Harris and
maternal Russian limb named Kuritsky,
yet now unwittingly feel stumped
I ruminate, speculate, tabulate..., re:
garding one or more descendent did trumpet
objectionable bent with bias, decadent,
flagrant... haughty jarring averse trait
invariably patriarchal heir arch key
impossible impossible to hold figurative tongue
and rebuke stereotypical tendency
resigning, excluding, kraaling..., privileges
to any persons except Caucasian wealth thee
males, who fathered established, commandeered...
western civilization paradigm, I smart
with displeasure at gross injustice curtailed free
choice to acquire unshackled life, liberty,
and pursuit amidst avast booming population,
whose supposed inalienable rights blithely
usurped and denigrated creed, ethnicity,
and indisputably those with frizzy
hair still evident this late date two thousand
nineteen, I decry, grieve, lament,... particular lee
how women haint got no choice - chattel
to grand poobahs - to terminate pregnant sea
really irksome, when predicted on incest, rape
non viable offspring...violation this
garden variety poetaster recoils with knee
jerk loathsome, how young females jailed
if they undergo abortion
(with unwanted, unloved, unborn..., bay bee
thru no fault in their own stars),
punishment nasty, brutal and abhorrent
essentially enslaving the gentler sex lee
ving terror and horror, when peering into mirror
ogre looming ready to strangle gal lest she
obey mandate else...
They measured my soul
against doctrine
and found
its constellation
too wayward
to be blessed.
Thus I was entrusted
to the reliquary
of uncanonized marvels:
an alabaster raven
whose argent plumage
bewildered midnight;
a chrysoprase chalice,
hairlined with centuries,
yet sweeter
than untouched crystal;
a black asphodel
whose fragrance
outlived every psalm;
and one bent aureole,
still luminous
where perfection
would have fractured.
I entered
the vesper orchard.
Cinnabar fruit
ripened beneath eclipses.
The wind officiated,
censing the dark
with myrrh,
until respiration itself
became liturgy.
There,
obsidian lilies
raised their chalices
beyond the jurisdiction
of dawn.
No scripture
remembered them.
Yet the stars
crossed more slowly
above their perfume.
Upon an abandoned shelf
the pale circumference
of a lifted vessel
remained.
Dust had refused it.
Time had not.
Then every relic
relinquished
its disguise.
The bent aureole
had merely learned
the curvature
mercy requires.
The alabaster raven
was daylight
remembering itself
before colour
accepted obedience.
The fractured chalice
held more heaven
than the cathedral
that refused it.
Your silence arrived
with the faint sweetness
left inside a cupboard
after a cherished vessel
has been lifted away.
Every thorn
forgot blood.
Every serpent
its verdict.
Every stone
its apprenticeship
to violence.
Then the hidden ordinance
of creation
stood unveiled.
Paradise has never dwelt
inside perfection.
Its earliest radiance
has always sought
whatever certainty
condemns first.
The universe keeps its original face
inside whatever perfection
cannot imitate.