Best Atomized Poems
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...
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.
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
so two deviant demented souls decided to fill a van with fertilizer and magically and tragically turn that mini-van into a mighty bomb, park it near a a building housing human beings and suddenly a helpless daycare center laden with little tykes within and everyone else were atomized
and i'm certain timmy wasn't the bit surprised
so two abstractly obtuse souls came to kill
but i guess that was your god's will
so two sordid souls decided to tote guns into where guns don't belong and take out their twisted and misdirected anger on some innocent students studying stridently to achieve advancement when semi-automatic guns started screaming of death is specious terms. and in the end teachers and students alike, innocents all, lay dead or woefully wounded of body and mind
ah, but there are none so blind....
two psychologically scarred psyches came with innocent blood to spill
ah, but i suppose that was your god's will
so these two singular souls found each other within the wide world and then courting began with a cute little curtsey and dating with delight until one night upon his knee a man came to urgently urge a woman to become his and his alone. things progressed effervescently brightly until one night when something so willfully wrong occurred . alask, that's when the gentleman's sperm found their way to the woman's oval ovum and collided with an ergonomically shaped egg and nine months later the woman gave birth to a travesty
and that particular tragedy would become a me
so sex and sperm segued into human swill
but i suppose that was your sick god's fu**i*g will
(c) 2012..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
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?
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?
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 span interminable aeonia
glitter
stealthy as if in moonlight
blue to silverware
the grass sequester
Tip toes the indistinct
circumstance
summoning prescient
a moment
from a moment
tethers a heart to immolation
virtuoso in instincts
inspiration
Her passage lay silken summer flower heads
misty ephemeral on enchanted footsteps
there in Virgo
as a mere wisp she danced
all of mystery
sacred ember of hidden melody
octave, she says
remember me
Blossom of a sun
quiver every freedom
shudders she in aurora
awake
a sentients fingertip
invitation
In her secrets I breathe
ever lost between light and leaves
incantation weaves
implicit
a riddles rhyme to drink
suckle 'pon the geometries
of beauty
is, as of she
And I lay beneath every droplet of rain
I lay there within the symphony of a million ricochets
a tone played applause upon her octave
of nothings observation
and planetesimal entity be
from the Arco-Iris raise me
and I shall wander through the boulevard trees
upon the unstoppered plains of those highland peaks
children of the sun
claim our indefatigable right to be free
Perpetual now my insomnia
placid my so very tranquil
universal now, my I, so very still
atomized to the butterfly wings of China
merely the unwavering rhythms I breathe
A sea my mother is
cognisant of rooting earth
there in Virgo's mysteries
the memories of Cygnus she dances
hallowed embers of an incognito symphony
octave, she says
you will
yes you will
remember me
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...
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
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
“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.
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.
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.
^b^
Gleaned in the Smokey Mountains
A splash of white paint, just where you sleep
that's what the Wise-blood Naomi advised.
I remember her hair so thin it looked
like ham gravy running down her forehead.
"No need for Passover blood. Not here.
Not in these hills. Here,
The spirits have a diferent master."
Dutifully, we obeyed yet
that night, just before the gloaming,
blood dripped from above.
Atomized droplets misting from the ceiling,
evincing a hidden chamber above?
My elders gathered us
in a hush,
we could not know
to what or whom to pray
Lighting through now morning mist
We hastened for the bright of day.
See, childhood holds such unbalanced dreams
My parents gone; no trace of any shaman.
Still, inscribed in me ever lies
A shuddering before things unseen
perhaps obscene
Things I sense are never
To be gleaned.
Grain may be gleaned as
In that painting by Millet;
Barbizon School, yet how
Was I to learn to distinguish seed from bract
Matthew from Ruth separate
As I am in an different century
on a different continent?
Am I to walk as Odysseus to a land which
Knows not of sea.
Have them mistake my oar
for winnowing fan?
Can things ever be what they seem?
I see them still and know
They are not there; yet,
Formed amid blood-spray and youth
it remains difficult
To suss the saved from the damned
the seen from unseen since
Witching was my midwife...
^b^