Best Discoloration Poems
22 June 2010
A Breakaway
For mankind has the power to think big
History puts them on the pedestal of their career
Aimless drifting until fatally engaged into a drilling rig
Raised a surface at the heart of the sea to exploit oil on its frontier
Oil wells at the deepest sea-bed formed million years ago
Also, a marine habitat that proliferates at the cold bottom
Rendezvous for waterfowl and aquatic mammals arrived apropos
To add spectacle to the blue water, as accustomed
The freshwater flowing in a cascade of sparks
The sea free access to an ocean while some in landlocked
Life on Earth comes in the seas and we proceed to embark
As ocean currents supply the heat energy round the clock
Many ritually unclean substances are passing into oceans
Adulterating the purity of water in its freshness
Oil spills from off-shore and tanker spread discoloration
Suffocating marine life and ingesting illness
Chronicling the ecological cycle literally affect the food chain
Stripping resistant to their organic structure and suffer
From the toxins of oil spill prevents water replenishment
Coating aquatic surface with stain holding tougher
A closer look at dead birds and aquatic mammals
Leaving a baleful mark on the waterways
Cleaning up the breakdown oil is costly and fatal
That I may see no more escalating sense of bad omen into the ocean’s forays
13th place winner to:
GULF OIL SPILL CONTEST
7/4/2010 Sponsored by Team PoetrySoup
She is eighteen and tattoos are the latest rage." I'd like a tattoo please" she asks. I see a young girl in a messy ponytail and wonder if she'll pick something gaudy, then I will have to oblige.
The boldness of youth
can appear so uncouth
yet reveal so much truth.
"I want a tattoo of a winter vine. One that won't fade with time" As the machine begins to “buzz” the armature bar hits the coil and I begin to work. Stretched on her upper arm I notice the discoloration of skin, a slow petering bruise.
Eyes color of snake
she is all heartache
I take a break...
"Why did you choose a vine?" I ask, as the coil tattoo gun soothes her ears. "Last memory of my mom is from a trip to the winery. She told me the sap sinks into the roots and the vine falls asleep until the next year.
the tendril climbs
this is her time
not mine
From her handbag, fifty old crumpled dollar bills. " How much do I owe?" she asks. I say " No charge." She smiles and then leaves, as if on cue...
be sure to tell your doctor,
and tell the pharmacist too,
everything, every ache of head,
every salty-smelling scent
every painful bump,
every discoloration underwent
if you have had bitten lip syndrome,
if you experienced excessive tears
or had feelings of dizzy giddiness,
or felt the envy of your peers
if you've ever had the symptoms
of a broken heart or just
fell into a lovers schism
or ever thought hard on priapism
be sure to tell your trainer,
your friends and your confidant too,
that love and life just might be fatal
not to approach them nonchalantly
say the daily dosage is important
the timing too is vital
to avoid reactions inadvertent
and have prognosis of good survival
say on your lifelong loving quest
nurture your natural proclivity
be sure to get the necessary rest
and balance your diet and activity
don't take in too much sweets
and don't worry about the stress
live life and love it complete
is the finest print I can suggest
© Goode Guy 2012-08-08
Wrappings long have been trashed
A few nics encompass some character
Sunlight drenched a deteriorated discoloration
But still bravely I'm standing tall
Dark eyes forlorn for affection
As time's quickly winding down
A misfit struggling for acceptance
Watching others merrily marching on
Basement bottom feelings placate
Another piece of lead has broken off
Retired metal wheels of destruction
Soon to be lying in a cloud of dust
The ocean water or spring or salt of the ocean is like
iodine the fish has this because its like iodine thats
why you can't drink its like medication for burns and
leaves no mark of discoloration, the iodine use in
problems with Power plants may be a doctor well
give right dose of for insides, to lay in and it helps
heal you but one day a doctor well determine if
you can use in different ways to heal inside maybe
with a ucler medication like zantexs to heal because
of radiation over does may be for cancer patients also
do not do this I am not a doctor but ask
What was the color purple?
was it the purple flowers
abundant in the field
or the royal robes of Celie’s child
when the miracle is revealed
what could the color purple be
as Alice Walker’s muse
a dark discoloration, you see
commonly called abuse
1/15/19
Purple Contest Sponsored by Kevin Shaw 3rd Place
Alice Walker author of “The Color Purple”
FINAL VOYAGE OF FALL LEAVES
Leaves like tumbleweeds,
cling to my porch,
cascade down the moss,
hover like the homeless
in every yard,
often warming their hands
around fire pits.
Leaves soon will be
stuck between the teeth
of vicious rakes, gathered
into inhuman piles,
discarded like waste.
They tumble down into the woods,
quivering near howling coyotes,
sipping water from the creek,
expecting to rub their eyes,
awaken from a winter’s slumber.
Trees hover over their children,
so far below, hardly recognized
with discoloration and scars,
yet hope exists,
with decomposition,
nutrients feed the forest floor.
12/21/2016
To have my cake and eat it too
The best of both with no adieu
Pint sized comforts, nestled in
Where personal space is growing thin
Amongst the city that never sleeps
Behind four walls, no one peeps
A Consistently unconventional land
Safety first, but nothing bland
Taking only what we need
Skim illustrations, don't read
Why not, have it all
Forget the rules. Play ball
A boldly tasteful discoloration
Sweet apple pie, tobasco blend
A tabletop dance
Following tea
Steamy romance
Without the ring
All of the shimmer
Nothing mundane
A life giver
Pleasure, no pain
I am small among fields of red flowers.
They look toward me and watch as time presses
its skeletal fingers into my limbs.
Yes, this is my body now: a startling
mosaic of death-colored discoloration.
Thumbprints corrode me like an oil spill,
such unglamorous stains. I am other,
not red—still alone, even among these
populous blossoms. They waver in front
of my eyes and sway like ghosts unafraid
even of death, haunting me, taunting me,
courageous though they are the picture of
transience. Life for them is set in stone
as summer (arcing upward from the spring
only to flatline in the fall), but mine
is a winter, refusing to betray
its ambiguous end. It begins to
click for me, why I am lost among them.
The agony of “other” almost brands
my throat closed—almost. You are not them,
it yells; yet with my blue-black arms outstretched
I waver too. It is I, I call out.
In graceful parentheses—it is I,
(the scared one). But for all my courage,
they cannot answer: dying keeps them on
a tight schedule, and the sun is setting
sooner and sooner now. I learn firsthand
that autumn is a study in endings
of all different shapes in sizes. Flowers,
for instance, have their brains blown out, losing
blood in scarlet succession; like soldiers,
they wear annihilation as a badge.
Mine is different—slower, protracted.
I have to wait; it does not come on cue
although these bruises are expensive too.
I pay for them just under the surface,
in currency death takes time to exchange.
An internal interlinking corroding pipe in an intersection is often assumed to be safe as cracks are not appearing outwardly so it would appear to be nothing was wrong. Unassuming looks. With no surface discoloration can disguise and harness not only inner truths but also conceal a past stranded in time. Is this the answer? It certainly allows for mass control. The serially adjusted sites swept over with sand and sea. Pipe lands lock people out. Very tall wires. A landscape unentered except for nomadic beetle bugs and birds from the aerial perspective. Great. No actually not great. The fortress weeds and reeds laugh with the sands at the mankind above. Whilst a spade is thrust in a bomb arrives. But not to say hello. Pictures in ashes. Palliative care gone. Unseen but seen. As arrival is predicted in a smoke by wrinkled weathered faces. And the acrid smells of an ancient sect. Orally transmitted. Good. And the dance of the eleven winds could entertain the flying serpents but the camels much prefer being entertained by a breeze blowing bubbles. Shush now for a shell is whispering great wisdoms to a two hundred foot stone who was yawning. Radiuses' ravished reached rabid rabbis'. And a dopey dog barking in a courtyard on a rope. Currant bun then? Squish squash. Xx anthropomorphic Z.
Form:
Male Laser Lifting
At first I just couldn’t believe it
The spas out in sunny LA
Are offering “Male laser lifting”
For which some guys are willing to pay
The locals call it “tackle tightening”
Some call it just “ironing the ball”
It removes hair and discoloration
And wrinkles if I rightly recall
Some brag it improves their love life
Some claim that it feels good to boot
Some say you revert back to childhood
But what some say just don’t mean a hoot
No one who’s holding a laser
Is getting a shot at my jewels
I’m crazy but I’m not THAT crazy
Them’s that do simply are fools
Uncle Mike
Shockwave of affectively laden numbness
Functioning trait through the plumes of dysfunction
Tempestuous fever in hibernation
Enclosed coffin emotions decomposing
Discoloration life's defibrillation
(Work in progress)
(Work in progress)
Form:
will the bruises in
my heart heal
the deep contusions
black and blue
from you
when everywhere I look
songs that I hear
remind me daily
the discoloration
left on my mind
as well as my heart
How many times should I need to lose you,
before I learn the rules of your equipoise - I wonder.
And how many times should you need to cast me out,
before you learn to bear my unmasked sight - You may not know.
I have already figured out this discoloration,
and, darling - it is going to kill us soon.
What we need now is to have those blades of ours again,
what we need now is to be delivered by our own Caesarean -
from this womb of pretense-fate
and see the light of our true day.
After injection,inhalation,or ingestion,the first symptoms to appear are muscle spasms.They appear very quickly after inhalation or injection within as few as five minutes and take somewhat longer to manifest after ingestion,typically approximately 15 minutes.With a high dose,the onset of respiratory failure and brain death can occur in 15 to 30 minutes.If a lower dose is ingested,other symptoms begin to develop,including seizures,cramping,stiffness,agitation and hypervigilance.Seizures caused by poisoning can start as early as 15 minutes after exposure and last 12–24 hours.They are often other adverse symptoms, including hyperthermia,rhabdomyolysis,myoglobinuric,kidney failure,metabolic acidosis,and respiratory acidosis.As poisoning progresses,tachycardia(rapid heart beat),hypertension(high blood pressure),tachypnea(rapid breathing), cyanosis(blue discoloration),diaphoresis(sweating),water-electrolyte imbalance, leukocytosis(high number of white blood cells),trismus(lockjaw),risus sardonicus (spasm of the facial muscles),and opisthotonus(dramatic spasm of the back muscles,causing arching of the back and neck)can occur.
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