Best Clotting Poems
A glint in the black, like stars
Pearly, polished, pointy peaks of a fiend
Fangs of self-deprecation, puncturing every effort
Coursing the flow of doubt, discouragement and defeat
I may not see your face, beast, but your teeth betray you in darkness
Dripping with the blood of my best effort and intention
Inexperience and ignorance, clotting ...
I am but a babe in the woods of poetic expression
Searching like Hansel, for crumbs of excuse and artistic insight
Oh, I see your vestiges, hear the gnawing of your dismal disregard
And your umbra shades every scribble ... every keystroke
But I know you well ... I know who placed you there
Yet, with a sword forged in kind encouragement and friendships, rare
I will stand on the battlements, and fight to the end
And should you gain the last word, it shall be inscribed ... in my blood.
~ 8th Place ~ in the "Plucking the Poisonous Parrot" Poetry Contest, Maureen McGreavy, Judge & Sponsor.
THUG LIFE
cold heart and mind,
drugs are lunch and supper,
prostitutes are friend and wives,
smoking is the daily work,
wanna be Hitler is the dream,
clotting blood is the appearance of the, body.
Never touched by a loving body since birth,
hunting and struggling is the game,
SOS is the code of life,
sinner inside and out,
happiness is not a disease,
under world is the final residence,
Unknown in the society,
no friends needed for advises,
loneliness is the habit,
police and jail are real friends,
revenge is the thirsty,
Happiness was a wish and desire,
sweet life was a dream and want,
friends and relatives was a basic need,
entrepreneur was a future contract,
but life changed into the thug one.
They say we evolved from apes,
but an ape would never destroy its own environment;
or be unwilling to share ---
having an endless amount of anything,
or have itself as its own worst enemy ---
Is this what they call standing upright?
(Bananas)
***Darwinism and evo!ution could not happen without blood-clotting***
Drop by painless drop
Washed down the drain,
Flowing to a stop
Free from my brain
Hysteria and torment
With regret to follow,
Make their descent
Amongst fear and sorrow
There they all go
No need for them now,
Still learning to do so
Was never taught how
So deeply instilled
And clotting my veins,
Their intention fulfilled
Until I took the reins
To draw the old strife
Siphon all the negative,
Right out of my life
For a chance to live!
Calcium is found great in the human body
99% of it found in bones and teeth
But where is that remaining 1% of calcium found?
In the blood
Calcium plays important roles in nerve conduction
Muscle conduction
And blood clotting
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Helping my father and uncles when I was ten,
felled a tree, on break then ready to go again.
I walked around the corner of the truck
as someone pulled the cord and I got stuck.
Now that chainsaw’s engine didn’t start,
but it didn’t have to, to rip my skin apart.
Right through my jeans, but not too deep,
saw my flesh before it began to seep.
Dyed my t-shirt like a canvas with the body’s ink,
those cells made a mosaic from red to pink.
To my surprise, I was left with no pain,
but anesthetic’s steel lacked the mercy of the bar chain.
Skilled hands drove a cutting needle’s threads
through clotting cascades and capillary beds.
On my right thigh, a scar’s pledge,
for every kind of limb, Stihl has the edge.
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Contest: Any Rhyme Form – An Early Childhood Memory
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Written: 04.20.18
As I saw your
caged
soul rioting for my
attention, I knew
you to be my
perfect
victim and started
envisioning how to
ravage
your beauty so it could
ensnare
and impersonate my
lifetime wishes
Fearlessly you
revelead your
nature, fiercely you
demanded
reprimand, boldly you
offered
acts of service, bravely you
amassed
chisels and knives at my
reluctant
feet for me to
begin
dissecting you
Now brace
yourself and descend in the
Underworld bathing your
vest in a river of
tears
and sorrow while I
tie your
bare chest to the cold
operating
table of awareness. As I wear no
protection gloves and you
are given no painkiller, your
hurt guides my
actions, as I can
not
look at your eyes unless your
rescue
is over
Let me therefore
rage at what
holds you prisoner, skinning
dysfunctional certainties away, spreading
deforming scars apart, clotting
poisoning doubts, cauterizing
harmful energy leaks, cutting
and stitching diseased
gut feelings, finally carving
new wings out of your
undeniable
ethics while I sew and
nourish your
soul back to
recovery
And the time will
come when you
stare
at the reflection of my
masterpiece in the mirror rejoicing
in what you have
become under
my direction in all
your bleeding splendor
BETROTHAL was sure you'd come
Waiting on the steps
Saw a hawk circling
Across blue sky.
My hair glittered in twilight
Slippery steps , algae invading
Eyelashes flickered in kajal.
My face glowed in the bronze mirror.
Weave yet another cool breeze
On my unveiled cheeks, my love.
Humming raga, MEGHA MALHAR1
I visualized rain murmuring
White threads of rain caressing
Welcome clouds of invoking rain
Like a diver-bird
Diving to get taste of our love.
Rain subsided, silence conceived love
Rain wept...........silky threads
Rain slept.
Twilight gives way to darkness
Confidence fading off.
Can't he feel my anguish ?
Smell of clotting blood pierced nostrils,
Petrified, I saw white ants eating love up-
In delirium squashing head on wall,
I fainted.
Darkness shrouded
Your fragrance estranged
I couldn't live with you
Nor can I live a life without you.
Shedding smiles, weeping dreams, hopes
Even myself to darkness,
Clad in brocade silk saree
Hands stretching out
To maids, sitting around
MEHANTHY2 decorating entwined fears,
Roots of brutal death.
I could't die with you.
Outside writhing in pain,
Tender blood oozing,
Sacrificial prey,
Becoming ritual mark on forehead
Fumes of camphor, clot of life
Blessing for long marital status.
Frozen tears spreading
Into a surrealistic painting,
Life dead in the hour of death
Leaving my dead soul, bride
Clad in blue silk.
1 Hindustani Raga.Tanen sang this raga invoking rain.
This poem is from a book I'm working on of poems based on great poems I love. I have taken their format and the basic style and tried to craft my own poem like it. Just for fun. Not to compete. This poem is based on T.S. Eliot's Marina.
Patra
( “Marina”)
Where ships where shells where swords where bursts
upon the brain
and the flames climbing the masthead
the shadows growing long
and sharp in the evening
the gulls crying through the mists
and the steel falling like knives
what memories stain
O my little one
Those who lie and cheat and steal, meaning
war
those who devour the lost and unclaimed pieces, meaning
war
those who take and never give back, meaning
war
those who live in dark places with rot clotting their tongues, meaning
war
are judged without quarter
will shrink before the masters
while the holy wind tears through
and sweeps the hate and rape away
where the streets strip away the clinging sand
where strangers watch those coming back
from the battles with eyes of bitterness
where the women cringe in the corners
and weep
it’s a world gone astray
a world without guidance
a world without rules or anything
worth grasping
how fight how live how save how give
how hold with the wind shaking your legs
and the waves on your face
as you lie in the surf
face down with nothing
left to give
and the sparrows staring through the mists
empty and weary
what memories remain
my little one
A Sonnet For Bloody But Unbowed Heads
The hands of my children’s raised arms
Have become like released skeets;
Their ebony hued bodies, a circled bull’s eye.
Their blood flows down the guttered streets---
Clotting here and there like a red stained dye;
As justice stands by balancing her scheming charms.
Liberty and equality have become moaning echoes here;
Even death has been denied its amazing democracy.
Respecting God given rights is no longer held dear;
The whore-mongers of injustice revel in their mockery;
Yet with the spirit of our ancestors, we must persevere---
Plodding onward with audacious faith in a greater hierarchy.
To the Courts of injustice, let’s not cower and bow;
Our Lord did not bring us this far to leave us now.
mirrors refract of blue, grays and greens
molded together, patchwork of leans
drowning withouts more than floating withins
mindsided promises, neglectful of ends
dripdry conundrums in, neat stagnant rows
labias monotonous, pink ugliness grows
necrofeelya coagulants, defy deadbeat hearts
knooseful riddance, mattressinal false starts
illiterate indifferents, exude egasm entrees'
= fluid "I's", incognitoinitiates surprise
My ponder envy gloats, add and subtracts
love=hate, matter of facts
monogamy is still born, stiff stinch of breath
awkwards defined, emotrails of death,
sexless deliveries, lost in separate rooms,
listless love, Dark shadow looms
eyes pierce of dread, sabotage to defile
auoragast convictions, clotting in piles
foolish Lie desires, dream of ills past
concussioned mind, head in cast
time calls abandon "ship", hoist love's anchor
nevertheless nevers, may heal the chancre
procreate a soul's, indifferent endeavor,
5 Agreements hired, all pages untilled
redeem ugly pasts, retired fulfiled
a renewal of sorts, eyelets finite closed
a heart wide open, all love I'm exposed.
Our task is to tarry, on Love's tepid scorch
or die fall/failing, obscure on Hate's torch.
Who shall purge the earth
O vernum purgatio
Love delayed its birth
Spring lit us with fires
Shooting messages like leaves
Winter wipes away
When the dross is gone
Nothing shall be left but dunes
Without memory
Mulch was once a man
Before the trees were shaken
And gold turned dreams brown
Winds twisting the sands
Has left no landmark for faith,
Trust oasis dries
Yet I drink belief
Not from dry democracy
But in sharing grief
The common pain bonds
Us to the common fear, we
Find the ash fertile
When the fire is gone
We may plant things without salt
That burns the aged wound
Spring is flowers time
And birds singing, not eyes brined
And blind stones with wings
Where is the river
That scrubs the stones white with froth
And wash soils to naught?
The rain raged its flood
Now streets are covered with mud
Clotting up the veins
Can I tell you, love
I do not hope for peace still
It buds from a dream
I'm half cleanse by winds
Prune, and light from dusty moon
Nothing there but rocks.
Vernum purgatio
Visions perish on the tongue
Nothing there but rocks
Swapping and siphoning off layers upon layers of antique sprays is very very basic. Antelopes occasionally make brick a brack piles to occupy even the most dormant of cloths. Opiniated eagle ducks soar above many canals in worldwide signature. When an oath is contained in a loaf and wide cavities fall from eating a mild curry. So it may be an ear in a shrouded shape, an eye peeled in a glass and a pretty decor in a basement. It is the wishes of many a tadpole to climb the many pillars thus releasing a once captive orb. Injecting ones mind. Mingling of souls aboard a half ship of time. Official offices can be used to see if a large portion of lemon can have a dance in a cup. Whilst in a cupboard sits a curtain pole whose ideology is to view hems. Ink not a large protruding boil. And jest not on matters regarding the blackberry for they are strong and can jiggle their wares even on energetic jellies. So hail! Arriving is king jellyfish. To the ocean spray party. Particular his tastes. So to prepare well the prawns place ten kilos of wine,cider and whisky in undercurrents. This gives the right impression to royal arcs. Beating a moth ball out of a shirt. To attend is the fortune of the elite clans. Ignorance is not pleasant. And fame is neither a frog nor a fish finger sandwich. So peel a scone, consume 80 figs then give great thanks to the sphere. Apheresis models are modes of adjustments and figures in temples are giant folk of whose wisdom remains in clay. Clotting clogging clucking coop cooperation cleaning clans clandestine cinemas cantering catering categories. Club of clap. Trade deals. Travelling. Multi dimensional space and time. Bi-locating birds. Bullseye bullets. Businesses. And a tailored tapered tease tastes tantric tongues. Talismanic glows from a shrewd heifer. Heifetz. Head. Headlining headlights hybrid hunters. Hickory hic hocks. Visitant vacation. Vigour. Place a pea in a dual diameter of seven feet. Festivals feeling fragrant. Exonerated economic exploitation eases erotically exact energy. And now I will balance a pickled egg on my snout. Divination. Xx
SEQUENCE
Thirsty
dryness cracks
seek cloudless shade.
The lips of river’s banks
unlicked.
Deluge
clotting dust
choking relief’s
anticipated joy
mud slide.
John G. Lawless
11/9/2014
For Dr. Ram Mehta - Cinqku Poem – Poetry Contest
I'm beside myself when you are not near
Longing for the moment you're in my arms
And when you return to me my soul cheers
For when you are near me I fear no harm
Come back I can't take it any longer
It's driving me mad from the inside out
While the loneliness keeps getting stronger
Fearing you won't be back I'm filled with doubt
Unable to sit still the room I pace
As I blame myself for your departing
These tormenting feelings I must erase
Before my heart begins to start clotting
Now you have returned relieving my stress
Taking away these feelings I express
7/3/2017