Best Cauterized Poems
A battlefront benefactress,
She has her fortress, a fortified Princess, inside the dungeon of distress,
Tiled with the bone chips of ingratitude colored in pigments of black bright & rugid red,
An arrowhead chandelier illuminated by wicked tears, wet with woe,
Everybody saw her wedding dress, they all knew the warfield wardrobe,
But how many cared to touch her sorrow gown, how it hung on those exhausted shoulders,
The lilac one piece she wore for private pain,
Gain gauged by perseverence of self defense, vengence on Victory's tombstone,
How many visit that ceremony, where love is isolated amidst jealousy's cackle,
Do any of them frown with sympathy for the debt of her crown,
For every jewel in the tierra there exists a bruise upon her beautiful body,
An assault levied by the 'learned', the rape of a writer wrought by the wretchedly wanton,
Honors earned ransomed by pitiful rivalry, kindness taken in the grip of disingenuous delight,
Some say her very name is a curse, an anethema from some God foresaken moon,
Poet Destroyer, 'Too much nerve, too much passion' they exclaim,
Its only natural for her ingrown throne to be a thorn
In the fingertip of the editorial 'elite',
They know we will bleed for her grace like the children of wild sport,
The Poet Destroyer shall not hurt us as educators of deformity do,
She will not impose false limits on our brows,
She will not strike our eyes with rotten ink,
And look now you vultures of vice, we are Legion,
We are Brothers and Sisters of the Quill, raise your sight and behold our Worshipful Queen,
She rests not long in the sanctuary of her inner star, here we are,
Leading the war march towards you with captured & dried quills
Of imposter poets lashed to her sheild of cauterized parchment
Imprinted with the blessings of all literary Titans who have warred before,
We step forward While chanting in crazed concentration,
Oh woe to you,
Victors of vanity, victims of sanity!!!
This composition has been made in honor of the Poet Destroyer, aka. Linda,
A beautiful woman, a guiding Light, a warrior of liberated and Divine Art.
J.A.B.
Categories:
cauterized, i love you,
Form:
Epic
No torrid steel rod cauterized my wounds
I could not lick the festering gashes clean
Your sharp-bladed tongue bit too deep
fangs plunged with each vile cursed scene
No mere prick or scratch did you inflict
as thorns draw drops from a finger laid bare
You severed our dangling cord with a stare
Without gauntlet thrown before you swayed
I was waylaid in the pitfall of vows betrayed
I sat weeping upon moistened ground
faintly hearing from ears, a snarling sound
a vile bitterness in your laughter as I stirred
If you have a conscience, I shall be its burr
You turned your back and sidled away
basking in glory; your cruelty had been done
but there is no victory for you, nothing won
for a man whose feet were molded of clay
How often you preyed on weakness of others
while you played at being sanctimonious
Liquid courage brings death that smothers
but I escaped the hold you once tightly held
before my life had been snuffed and felled
I still breathe and I've no fear to speak
I've been set free, and I'm no longer weak
My tongue holds daggers of its own
whetted on the grind stone of your deception
I was hungry for strength, parched with thirst
to take vengeance as my anger grew
emotions that were long past due
Felling you would then label me a doer of evil
which is something I would never desire to be
Vengeance will never be mine to take
knowing this is true is what set me free
Years will pass but I shall never forget
that I was true to you, yet I sorely regret
not realizing the kind of person I loved
I've moved on and no longer grieve
while you still swim in the fiery waters
of your besotted world of make believe
Categories:
cauterized, betrayal, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm thinking I have a disease
Despair has gripped me by my feet
Dragged me down to the cold floor
And used me until I couldn't take it anymore
I found a cure to eternal life
Slower and longer than a rusty knife
But it hits me just the same
Cauterized with a smoky flame
My throat is burning
Fingers turning
Over a lighter and a smoke
And my brow is soaked
How long til something finally breaks?
How long until it's more than I can take?
I'm too exhausted to even talk
I'm being worn down like the smoothest rock
I try to strike the match again
Burned my fingers and my smoky brain
A sudden fear comes back to me
Won't you come help me lose my memory?
It's getting easier
To fail to please her,
My addiction to despair
Is stronger than for air
I'm a victim of my own design
I am my own executioner
I'm a victim of my own design
I am my own worst enemy
Categories:
cauterized, addiction, angst, depression,
Form:
Lyric
Fstop. (SNAP!)
our moment.
our pier.
in a split second,
a single-slipped ray
of animation
senses and egresses
ambient light
into the
cauterized bloodstream
of two enamored
lovers.
Fstop. (SNAP!)
our reflection.
my desire for you.
my private folding
twice into your extended arms -
thrice thinking through
the mercurial threads
of my theatrical,
dramatic effulgence;
launching
my passion forth -
knowing the eagerness,
of a woman's innocence,
will boomerang
like zirconium crystals
to caress and invade
parched throats.
for us to swallow and savor.
Fstop. (SNAP!)
our morning.
our daydreams will
shoot the light fantastic
like the omnipresent
sun.
a whispered warmth
leaks within
my heart -
it then secretly
spills upon your breasts -
it longingly stings, like
gilded particles
of dazzled mercury;
silently burning
my candid penance
into your
wanton wishes -
akin to smoldering embers.
(my camera clicks)
Fstop. (SNAP!)
our auroral
afternoon.
like a clandestine
morning blossom;
a once
removed duo -
now ignite
Mr. Sunshine's
latitudes
and longitudes
into a partnership
of cindered flesh.
my sunshine -
am i invited
with camera down to
your expansive arms -
your powdered legs -
and...?
Fstop. (SNAP!)
I'm blinded
by your prismed stare.
Smile, sunshine -
beam relucent
as I adjust the
smothered aperture.
Categories:
cauterized, lovelight, light,
Form:
Free verse
it is the atomic weight that matters most.
violent barbiturate toungues empty coffee cups
and deliver the insight.
before there was religion there
was foldgers dry roast.
before the lunar landing there
was instant oatmeal.
still my toungue is heavy with saliva.
i shall not lie.
it is the description that matters least.
the patient deconstruction of all
unsound perspectives.
bright and ultra bright scientific
notations fell from heaven like lightening.
the witnesses annotated cauterized edges
and spoke in the most literal sense.
before there was a mother there
was a mosaic womb.
before there was a helix faith
there was a clay parable.
still the pencil aches in the
palm of my hand.
i shall not murder.
it is the pattern that matters most.
catching low tide shells in between shallow moons.
fringed hands count down the gene pool legend,
seperated only by accented lips.
before there was a cleric in a robe
there was a tilt in the axis.
before there was a fat bellied fertility goddess
there was a splinter in a finger.
still my stomach is full of acrid
compound naratives.
i shall not want.
Categories:
cauterized, allegory, perspective,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
When up I was growing, awed and confused,
sure was not I of which road to choose.
For binary my soul and dellusioned my mind,
I dallied at crossroads and worried not time.
Advised by my parents, mentors and teachers,
and hell and damnation from gospelling preachers.
And I young of youth so impressionable dear,
grasped for their words but availed not my ear.
For swayed by the Devil, so I was told,
of treasures of pleasures of counterfit gold.
Timidly, more boldly, I sought new sensation,
of carnal reality I made preservation.
But conscience was bothered and remorsely did grow,
my feet they did ponder of which way to go.
Temptation too great for me to withstand,
I cried unto GOD to give me a hand.
But His Holy Doctrine is not found in haste,
but abnegate the world with a seedling of faith.
Of frustrating skeptisisim I became apostate
and inclined toward autism and apathetic fate.
Drifting and squinting thru lusts' glaring light,
a glutenous hedonist all day and all night.
Inside of me though I feared what I was doin',
would eventually bring shame sorrow and ruin.
My karma so silent then leaped with a bound,
austere retribution enveloped me round.
So drubbed for my folly and benighted transgression,
my soul it feels cauterized, I caterwaul with compunction.
Penalized and contrite, with diffident circumspect,
with empirical knoiwledge I never shall forget.
Categories:
cauterized, adventure,
Form:
beat, bellow and decay,
is there nothing more,
cold liquid crimson,
colorful tainting,
fallen from within,
down dark corduroy,
to the bridge's end,
descending stairway,
plunge into the abyss,
baptism by fire,
cauterized spirit,
fresh wounds pass away,
clear the dross,
to set the stage,
away with held breathe,
how it kills us,
to learn, to listen,
freedom within dependence,
the scent of melon,
the night fragrant,
senses awakened,
memories lead on,
through velvet poetry,
softly sleep soothes,
lines drawn with the shades,
where sand buries lies,
these translucent chameleons,
change like water,
the cages weaken,
relinquish their quarry
Categories:
cauterized, metaphor, moving on, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Destiny demands that we be the debtor
that we sacrafice for the skin of our future,
We left the cradle of the Caucasuses to explore,
to plant the dreams of our Creator,
venturing into the virgin chaos
where the tiger tears apart the trespasser
We made the way, we made love with our Cause,
following the highway of the emerald pasture
from the Euxine to the shimmer of the Yellow Sea
finding war and wealth in the weight of adventure
subduing savages with frightening ferocity
managing frontiers with a proud mercy,
leaving behind our blood's legacy
trading safety for salt, vanity for victory,
Trading safety for salt, vanity for victory
coming home to the Black Sea
introducing steel smelting and a taste for head hunting,
scalping Cimmerians with glee
assailing the Assyrians
extorting Egyptians
respected by Hellenes
dominating Asiatic Indians
cabletowing Celts
and pouncing on Persians,
Phoenicians filled their boats
with exotic Scythian goods,
We were collectors of civilised throats,
our empire needs no roads
Our empire needs no roads,
Saka, Sauromatae, Massagatae, Tocharians, Scythians
We are One, ancient craftsmen and warlords,
our women were the Amazons
Cauterized breast and soldier slayers
Tomyris taught Cyrus
that bloodbaths belong to the losers,
the Scythian wilderness of war jeered Darius,
Zopyrion was made carrion
Alexander wisely just carried on,
to the Romans we were Sarmatian and Hun
Scythes being ancestors to the Gothic Confederation,
a culture canvassing the breadth of all civilization
migrating ever westward into the echo of the sun,
Migrating ever westward into the echo of the sun
bringing our wagons, warcraft, and women
custom of the blood oath quietly open
the wine, and honest blood spun
the two of us swearing in between a lifelong stare
will you be there
when I'm scared,
will you care
when death is there,
will you wait for me
when the war barks near,
will you honor me
when the fire becomes just a whisper,
our oath is our soul keeping
J.A.B. 2020
Categories:
cauterized, heart,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
Counting crows crackle to be free
The cauterized blessing you sold to me
Hangs by the door nail in tombstone majesty
What did we say
When blackholes stripped breath away
Are the promises murdered in flight
Sharpening again in poise of night
Electronic souls dash and torn
The emblem of false exchange is born
When you gave what we agreed
Something missing in hearts seeking relief
Now the misused caliber rocks and treads
Calligraphy on the wall, stories we feed
When rumination pursues without ease
Or tear from history when we please
Categories:
cauterized, animals, romance,
Form:
Free verse
On this seashore djinn
Halcyon echoes ebb and flow
Cauterized banter scrapes by
As bath water bubbles march together
At the dock yard dalliance
Ruffled men shake their sails
Top hats and whales nailed down
Striking the flash iron for new waves
Dress up ladies dash their spice
Holding tongue for murmurs and rights
A fine detective ensemble segues
Family dinner bells and porch lights
We are all splashed around
Anchors down and cartons crashed
Searching for the right trade
To mingle and go on our way
Categories:
cauterized, adventure, animals, business, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
A thousand midnights tread,
Highwire circus acts
Traversing the lavender Horizon-crease;
I memorize such sudden perforations,
Keep them under my swollen tongue
Only to purge them gracelessly
Back into your fist.
Replace my stumbling almost-words
With vastness:
A self-induced universe freckled by
Cauterized cigarette burn stars
And half empty beer cans.
I fill my lungs with feral smog,
You fill your head with smoke;
My nose trickles blood freely.
And if it was not for such ongoing facades--
Psuedointelect, rabid romances,
My world on unstable axis--
We might have,
By now,
Enshrined our Hearts in plaster molds,
Traded our eyes for seaglass pebbles.
The cherry blossoms have yet to bloom under
This hemisphere of the city:
Bare branches claw against dusk
and, in masochistic frost,
You burn your fingerprints into
My back.
"You Must Set Yourself on Fire"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith
Categories:
cauterized, allegory, faith, history, hope,
Form:
Free verse
ABOVE AND BELOW THE SURFACE
Our life unfolds in the sunfilled air where we are kings
But leave this kingdom at your peril,
For below the surface are watery things.
In our royal air, raindrops fall down. In the upside-down liquid world - confusion:
Air bubbles in water fall up - the ocean’s own airdrops.
Two visitor spheres, each hurrying home, for life through the surface is an illusion.
A distorted image of illusory shimmering through eyes with lenses blurred,
The Pearl of the World is a cauterized oyster-infection.
Divers plunge below, uncertain of reality: no sound senses - no word is heard.
Above, our mastery of life in royal air is an illusion - of power.
Below we must move from a king’s realm to a serf’s realm.
We must move down the scale from predator to prey - and cower.
Once below, we must mark the ways of beings which outwit our checks.
Turtles and whales talk easily over our mute submarine tele-cables
Sprawled snake-like among the dark silent hulls, useless wrecks -
Those temporary temples to the royal air-gods of technologism,
In an unforgiving world where water-power demands fealty:
Flotability is a permanent state of hydro-atheism.
Airless sunless life, groping gradually to the glassy surface, shaken
Or even known, only by instinct, but never breached:
‘Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.’ *
………………………………………………………….
*From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116
Categories:
cauterized, sealife, world, life,
Form:
Terza Rima
We set foot on dry grass at the cockcrow
of a nascent union.
Cheek to cheek as Cupid towers
over the rose inside my heart,
shooting arrows at a dyad draped in fire,
gliding through the tundras of charred weeds,
fin-like petals quake beneath our feet.
The sun unloads its savage heat in torrents,
thermal downpours drench the wedded seam,
blisters left on Sinai soul mate psyches,
rain shadow or bajada by the bye!
Aphrodite’s children from the pampas,
teether on phlogiston’s manic figment,
cauterized, rock-ribbed, raw emotion rivulets ablaze.
Firebrands of first flush in all but name.
Plumes of tropic passion wrap, us madagascan parrots,
trill and troll sidekicks one and all, showing off our feathers
high above the arid air. sweat soaked garments
reek of clammy cuddles, shredded, torn,
strung loosely round the limbs of new born flames.
Cindered patch exposed on lover’s skein without a balm.
Soaptree yucas proudly fence the rapids giddy gurgle.
Frothy sidemen serenade the cherry blossom sweethearts,
lilting love notes found in every strain.
Knotted woodlands understory,
nuptial suite propped up by swollen nodes.
Eternal palms outstretched,
love puppets on a compass point astride the boundless needle.
Viola viscera, songbird incarnate, bow to my enchanted fiddle.
Together forever, alone at last
Categories:
cauterized, celebration, creation, emotions, environment,
Form:
Prose Poetry
MODERN HAIKU
nature looming in dark
choking ice dust heaven earth
worlds cauterized black
trees barren childless
dead before time erased time
burnt blood dehydrated
Categories:
cauterized, nature, visionary
Form:
Haiku
striving endlessly to
preserve her/himself in
amber,
having spent no time to pop out
the biological pez that 99% of others do,
rather instead,
working to put more
cultural seed out into the
world,
s/he would be at a loss,
the greatest that s/he had ever known,
if in fact,
s/he was found to be interesting
in the eyes of the easily pleased, neon,
five second exposure,
that makes & breaks those who
might’ve spent a lifetime
creating a vast amount of precious
things,
which generations later
might be able to use
in order to stand on the proverbial giant’s
shoulders &
keep the wave splashing up against the
shore of
continuous
creativity---
the irony is that to be found is to be
decided upon, evaluated &
shelved, whilst one is still alive &
breathing,
killing one’s greatest love so quick
with the label of
“style”---
as if reinvention & the fun that accompanies
an artist doing so,
would be cauterized by the consuming
public.
Categories:
cauterized, life,
Form:
Free verse