Best Chloroform Poems
I Think Of You - Ground Zero (Part 1)
Leaving under a blood moon
in a jet plane rising
los angeles falls behind me
and I...
You.
Two.
Clouds dance
to the song of the spiders.
Latent sun rays fall on me like rain...I
...They say third time's the charm.
On planes again.
A sky...endless... and then finally
from the other end of the world to here.
A continent, an island,
an australian flower drunk on wine.
Her...uniqueness lends to her beauty.
...and I
A fourth night.
A church spire at sunset.
At a distance bats fill the sky,
resemble a smoke plume.
...I
I plead the fifth.
It's all these moons.
Tonight a hunter's moon.
She's unable to hide
even with her bowl of clouds.
It's no help.
She has no spoon.
Her luminous rays give her up.
Moonshine in the moonlight over the sea.
...I
I count...five,
six...on the beach.
A purple nightshade,
a sand flower,
Irish eyes speak uniquely to me.
....I
I, you...
you can't roll a seven with one die.
Back on a plane.
A snow fog blinding.
From my window seat a one of a kind view.
Alone,
...I
I eight...ate...need to eat.
Africa...a Safari.
A plant chloroform green
has holes like cheese.
A large swiss leaf.
I laugh and I...I distract myself.
A stitch in time beats nine.
Back in North America.
A dilapidated fortress stares down
an overwhelming thunderhead.
...I
I camp out.
It requires a tenth...tent.
An Eagle never blinks.
No eye lids.
An unimpeded view.
...but I...I surrender.
There is no place in the world
I can escape.
...I
i think of you.
You are living art.
Here.
Now.
What I perceive
is what I live.
I perceive us.
I can picture you.
I am photography,
the camera, the lens.
I absorb your image,
process it.
A form of plagiarism
I didn't borrow.
I stole.
Inhaled you but
...I
I dream
and I...
...i think of you.
Armand
March 11 2015
I'm an ashen dove,
fading in zephyr
of wine valleys,
saturating in fog
upon enchanting hills,
draped in
grape-green silk,
where fantasies of forest,
sprout cynthia moon
of a bygone
medieval saga,
amidst heavenly
eventides,
and wailing weeds
prick my shadow,
infusing iced intentions
of the puppet's paradise~
floating in islets
of shackled bones.
My wings are
made of violet wool,
fluffed with
blueberry cotton
and stitched
with the fabric of
amethyst satin,
but as soon as
my tiptoeing feet
touch the
seafoam grass,
it stings my silent
glacial flight,
making me bleed
in chloroform-
dipped letters.
If love was a
rosy matte comet,
I would carve
pastel orchid smiles
amidst kismet-coated
cherry blossoms,
with frozen floral paints
and forgive
beige betrayals
of aqua sirens,
to which the
scents of evermore,
sweetly succumbed.
But maybe,
jasper tinted
jasmine petals,
are sewn with
poisoned thistles
whilst being
dispersed upon
the chambers of
midnight raindrops,
and those
soulful stars
in your eyes are
a mere mirage,
flourishing
false silhouettes of
a perfumed
saudade in
nocturnal negligence.
So, pardon these
bleeding metaphors
that echo sombre
sun's soliloquy in the
hazy kiss of gloom
and follow me
to the teal towers,
where this
fluorescent flesh
slumbers in enfolded
spruce leaves of
sequoia sonnets.
For, when the last petal
falls as poetry,
my soul would be
alive in wistful runes,
mourning in a
doleful decanter,
whilst eyes
would frown
in fragile promises,
wiping diplomatic
dust of dolent delusions
and knitting mists of
manipulations,
carelessly sinking~
to soil of feathered
dandelions.
Where nurtured seeds
of jade reflections,
still haven't ruptured
every pixie dust of hope,
in their life's
dormant decession,
reminisce me
as an ivory moonrise,
fluttering beyond,
dahlia chains of sunshine.
O' Butterfly, a child, disgraced
Bewitched without a chance
Beguiled, exquisitely endowed. Frail wings held no escape
Such innocence would glaze her eyes, as gossamer might do
He wooed her far astray with words, of promised wedded bliss
Travail would kiss the purest heart,
and weigh her soul with song
~
The season blossomed, softly charmed
of spring and cultured lore
But disarmed with hope of tender leaves
of which the leaves were tongues
His arms had warmed the coldest night, no stars to right the wrongs
Tho' moon wore shadows of the sins
conceived by western codes
Her nature pure, as gentle rain, was as welcome as the sun
Expressed in humble, reverent awe,...so eloquently sung
A collector dressed in mock disguise…, without a thought or shame
forgetful of her fragile ways, he caught her by surprise
A uniform of chloroform, a smile that didn't warn
A net, he held, along with schemes, a plot to win her hand
then trapped her with a smile, a whim, a ruse of false intent
With kisses spent, upon her cheek
She flew into the bliss, with trust, a web of false retreat....
The deep abyss of love, she fell, her heart upon her sleeve
His promises, with no repent, pretense, though, never spent
Beneath the spell.....he said farewell, and kept the lies intact.
With broken wings she could not fly
Her eyes gazed out upon the seas
Her voice cried out soliloquies
But anguish left her there to die
as if to find release
Her heart impaled. The sword had won
Grief had muted midnight's tongue
while east winds echoed with her song…
In death her song lives on
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Inspired by the opera "Madame Butterfly"
What did you see in me uncle?
How could you even hold me tight?
I was born just a few months ago
My tender body still didn't grow.
I slept by the side of my mom
You have shown her the smell of chloroform
You took me away from my lovely home
You made sure that we are all alone
I opened my eyes to the harshness of your touch
I realised that I'm no longer safe and sound
I cried in pain until your palm closed my mouth
I shook with fear and my eyes searched for mom
You didn't just squeeze my skin but crushed the puny bones beneath it
You didn't just kiss my lips but caused my tender tongue to bleed
Your fingers ran across every corner of my shivering little body
Your pricky moustache irked every bit of my trembling nudity.
I tried hard to shout but my voice melted in the fearsome silence of the lonely night
My eyes searched for my mom's arms but I couldn't realise that they were beyond reach
My breath choked to survive under your violent paws
My life helplessly moaned beneath your wild claws
Who are you to pluck this mom's little flower?
Who are you to burn down a father's happy hour?
Who gave you the right to vandalize my unborn future?
Who advised you rack my bones to showcase your musculature?
Goodbye world, I'm leaving.
Your retribution on him should serve others, a learning
Don't just do a few candle rallies and forget me
For, within no time, another tender stem falls out from a green family tree.
School days
The elastic energy of my ears were increasing
When the teacher was pulling my ears
This was connected later to the earth
When I was doing up and down touching my ears
There was an expansion on my anger
And exponential decay of my knowledge
The faster diffusion of C6H12O6
And I was being pulled down by the gravity
His theory said he was trying to change
The electron that I am to proton that we all should be
But I knew I was an element that
Cannot be broken down by any chemicals
Knowledge is everything he said,
His knowledge was gigantic
You bloody fools you knowledge is in billion X micron's
Even electron microscope cannot see
I can't find the latent heat, to change your mind
I know that an object remains at rest or in uniform motion
Unless acted up on by external force
I can't change the damn object that you are
You are disgrace to the law
You'll learn on your way to ontogeny
The physiology of life
The world is a vast sea to live and
You are nothing but mere plankton
That day will come when you metamorphose
Into adult from puparium
He used to talk about some kind of symbiosis crap
And I used to press my phalanges against my pinna
You are nothing but a pathogenic micro organism
For which the antibiotics can never be found
You are a parasite and this world is a host
Your friends are like the rotten potato
That creates a chain reaction
We must pour some alcoholic KOH on you
Also perform dehydrohalogenation
Your brains were made chloroform by god
But you have turned them into phosgene
Your brain is fermented by sacchromyces
The fresh water that you were born is dying
As a pure distillation of C2H5OH
The qualitative and quantitative analysis
On you will result as a major disaster
You deoxyribose sugar must really code you to be a liar
Dear fool child your solubility product must be really higher
Absolute toxin; I placed within you;
Through to the bone; past the sinew;
I could not allow this to continue,
A blessing it is to discontinue,
My scent was laced heavy with chloroform;
Weather the nightmare; weathered the storm;
No longer a questioning burden in any form;
Lost was nothing; not even regret;
All of me; you should just forget
They found me hiding under the stairwell
There were three or four of them,
I couldn’t really tell
They used chloroform to knock me out
They placed it over my nose and mouth
When I came to, my eyes felt like lead
My head pounded and my nose bled
They gagged me and sat me down on a broken wooden chair
They burnt chunks out of my hair
The room was dark, not a drizzle of light
There were too many of them, for me to fight
I couldn’t scream, I tried to shout
No words came out of my mouth
My face was swollen, my lips dry
I could not move and I didn’t know why
Shots were fired in the air
Sounds of scrambling everywhere
They fled the scene as fast as they could
And left me to die in this dangerous neighborhood.
It came around in time.
Not a pewter dime but your silver chime
delighting the eyes of a sleep-deprived moth,
awakened from nightmares in chloroform froth.
Each muttered lie which lessens the blind,
(that my eyes, yet blinking, chased once behind)
whose stale shriek of shekels tempt tender-throats’ trust
(from far-reaching lecterns of razor-burned dust)
promise false profits, their cheeks full of rue,
bankrupt, unable to quarantine you.
11/30/2017
Joe headed to meet Rose in hurry,
Took chocolate, flowers, rum to the dorm.
Condoms in case he would find glory,
If not chloroform.
I took it all for granted. The sky, the stars, the wind,
the flowers, the grass, the trees.
I expected to see my friends every day,
it was boring, dull, humdrum, if you please.
In my mediocre mind-set, I was walking to a friends’ house,
not enjoying a breeze.
Not paying any attention to the sky, the wind,
the flowers, the grass or the trees.
When I am grabbed from behind, very hard and fast, a murderer’s plan.
I am wrenched off my feet, and thrown into a hard, cold, uncaring van.
Chloroform is placed on my face, and I think I am going to the promise land.
I am out like a light, at the mercy of a non-writing rock and roll band.
I awaken on a firm mattress in the corner of a dark and dank cage.
Hey! Long-hair yells, she is awake. Let’s make her write us a poem or a page.
I sit up and glare at the four identically dressed men whose plan in unhinged.
If they think I am writing anything for them, they should try and think again.
You are our prisoner, one tells me, in a really snotty, uppity way.
Yes, you can have food and stuff, but you are going to definitely stay
Until you write some songs for us, and they better be a hooray
Or we can get rid of you, for we are musicians, and we do not play.
They kept me for six years, when I never saw a park, dog or the sun.
Caged in a day care center with a bunch of two’s
would have been quite a bit more fun.
Wrote many songs, about a clever woman who tricked her captor
into letting her run,
But she got caught up in their drama,
this intelligent slippery songwriter of one.
For years I did not see flowers, trees, or anything I used to not see.
Beauty I used to take for granted, and not care about,
obtuse, I could be.
I did not see the stars, the sun, the snow, the moon,
or my maniacal mean cousin Lee.
Prisoner until I had written songs for them,
magic number six hundred eighty-three
Written 3-23-2019
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Madame Butterfly
Sara L Russell 10th July 2012
The painted lady waiting in the wings
Now parts her lips to sing her lover's name;
She enters, arms spread outwards as she sings
Like some fantastic orchid made of flame.
She scatters fragrant petals in the hall
And yet more petals round the master bed
Her sweet song echoes like a linnet's call
Her swirling silks are edged with golden thread.
Then comes a telegram from overseas
To say her love will not return again
The lady falls, still singing, to her knees;
Her heartbeat speeds, like wings beating in vain.
Such is the way of love made through a lie;
Like chloroform, to kill a butterfly.
When accidental
auroras stroll along
the pale highlights of
camouflaging corpses
and death blossoms
in vulturous hearts of
dreadful puppets,
she always holds
pixie dusts of
strawberry seeds within
october's obsidian quartz.
Gaze beyond those
glass-stitched horizons,
as she cracks the
carmine cocoon of
judgemental juxtapositions
and transforms
carbon-coated
milliseconds to
magenta-gold
pronunciation of
peaceful phrases.
She is a silken
cream-dove,
floating above
murky musings of
redolent rhinestone-
reveries.
As prismatic primroses
shall cleanse every
sin from the witching
spellbook, she will waltz
in whispering lulls of liberty,
emancipating from
chloroform-stained
chains of blood-
scented blames.
Her sunflower-shield
and aurous
summer-sword of
amber poesy
can slice spicy
silhouettes of
graphite goblins,
she will never
surrender to those
misinterpreting
megalomaniac minds,
who twirl along
masquerading rivulets
of manipulative
assumptions.
She is the shiniest roar
above grimoires of grief,
like an 'unassailable purity',
washing away
emerald exhales of pain,
who mutes each cosmic
raven's lament and
distils russet-white-lilies with
her alchemical aroma.
Little butterfly-
Your wings beat the air senselessly,
Stirring up dust motes in the wind
As your fragile little limbs
Dangle gracefully.
Little butterfly-
You are seen as weak and helpless,
A mere thread on the tapestry of life,
Seeming, to all the world, to be perfectly harmless.
Little butterfly-
You may fool the others,
But you can't fool me.
I know that you've been hoarding things
In miniature:
Blowtorches, knives, arsenic, and the like.
Little butterfly-
I know your secret.
And you know that I know.
We will settle this one day, my friend...
But not today.
While annoying, tiny stab wounds are nothing to laugh about.
Little butterfly-
Beware.
Fear me.
For soon, I will have armed myself:
Pins, tweezers, styrofoam, chloroform, and a net.
I will have victory.
(07/05/11)
She had been acquitted by a jury of her peers
Amongst anger, hatred, bitterness and fear.
95% of the public know in their hearts
That this child s life was torn apart.
Circumstantial evidence and hearsay
Helped this woman to get away.
Where is the justice for her little girl
A gem, a diamond, a beautiful pearl.
Claims that her daughter drowned in the pool
Making the jurors the biggest fools.
A search for chloroform on the internet
And it gets better yet.
Chloroform residue and duct tape
Found in the car- the same that was
found on little Cay lee.
2 plus 2 -that the jury could not see
Leaves this case a mystery.
So many questions and doubts in my mind
But she got away with it- she did fine.
CAY LEE
So these words are for the spirit of cay lee
May she finally find peace, love and harmony.
Cay lee is our child although short lived
But this world has a love for you
More than your mother could ever give.
You have captured the hearts of this nation
Amongst the bickering and devastation.
Lies have been told- and stories have been changed
While you laid in a cold covered grave.
Your beautiful face and beautiful smile
Will be with us for quite a while.
But you are one of GODS cherubs
No more living in fear or gloom.
You have such beautiful wings
For this is the first thing that the angels did bring.
You can fly above the ground- and see all
The love as you look down.
Every heart has a place for you
And we will miss you - this much is true.
But you are now with GOD above
And you will have overflowing love.
Unrequited love,
makes you do the craziest things-
Chloroform and rope