Best Fluid Poems
feathers twirled,
long into the night.
ebonic ink,
splotched and saturated,
with the heart’s content.
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He bottles up the flagrant fluid
of our awfulness, kept for
the day of wrath. Careless,
never; He eyes antiquity.
Sea mother awaits
The warm water is breaking
Manatee calving
Existence precedes essence,
or so I've been told.
And living in the Aesthetic
one can choose to question, or not choose at all
and float effervescently oblivious into the cosmos.
One longs for moral prospects of Karmic law,
but absurdism reigns Almighty
and at the base finds something raw; esoteric.
Yet, at the core of every human lies the query of life.
There are no answers;
the urge to question is enough.
the cool breeze fondles
the old tattered flag as it
hangs on the flagpole
displaying it's frayed faded
colors of red, white, and blue
fluid in the wind
drawing your ears to the flags
flapping sounds trying
to tell manifold stories
of men and women's valor
8/19/2017
The Committee of Five edited Jefferson's draft. Their version survived further edits by the whole Congress intact, and reads:
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. ——
Happiness; 1776 the common meaning may have been "prosperity, thriving, wellbeing"
Us humans
The dumbest and most genial creatures on Earth
Having eaten from the forbidden tree of knowledge
I could quite easily write a work of genius
Or likewise perform the dumbest act of all
Yes - I could sit here and imagine that
I could do both in fact
Already enacted one super successfully
The other there is still to do
But lifes a *****
I am not saying which
The knowledge hangs there in mid air
Like nasal fluid urgently needing to reverse so...
( sniff)
Fluid like falls of rolling water,
Fluid like a disease, a chemical reaction unleashed in any manner of time and space, discreetly repeating , unfolding and deleting, reemerging reaching the ceiling like smoke in thinner attire.
Fluid like fish eggs taking course with a steady stream.
Fluid like radio waves bouncing off beams around satellites and mortar a amphitheater without curves.
Fluid with the aerodynamic of no limits free-falling in the subtle touch of gravity.
You expect progress,
and you,
understanding,
and I just pray,
that I'm never caught planning,
any life... into an early grave.
Let's not decay,
Let's not decay.
I decided
to just sit back
and watch him
tear
My dignity apart
That white flash
from between my plump
lips
reveals nothing
but
just how indignant
my bodily submission
could make him do
They stood
and whirled
to the rythm
of the memogram
But it was their minds
that asked
sought...
And found...
It was what
lay
on the outline of
their lips
that gave
pulse
to their asking curiosity
and as they peeled
each strand of hunger
from their souls
they found more to their
likeliness
because theirs was untold..
Waves and seas and blankets of sweat.
Tales of a tryst of two intertwined.
Awakened to a thrusting throb
betwixt clenched lips of legs.
Sleeping and waking. Woke and sleep-deprived.
Exhausted from this new connection,
But yearning for even more.
As we explore each other's bodies...
Day in, day out.
Once a Day.
Doctor away.
An apple for play.
Slay then lay.
Sunken in.
Comfort of sin.
Complete bliss.
A kiss.
A twist.
Again. And again.
In and out.
From behind and in front.
Side to side.
On the inside.
Straight on top.
Laying atop.
Holden in arms.
Legs wrapped around.
Beside, Abide, between thighs.
Hands on head.
Scratching. Massaging. Kneading to be needed.
Pulling in deeper. Building in intensity. Passion explodes.
Achieving climax together.
Exhausted from the evacuation of ejaculation.
Juices flowing. Fluid exchange.
Collapsing. Igniting slumbers and dreams divine...
Falling asleep on top of one another.
Breathing combines.
Two become one in spirit and flesh...
Boned in body and bonded with flowing blood.
Kohl is nightfall when bright hours decrease
Etching the silhouette of trees ;
Beneath drooped willows, grief ‘s ache unravels
A mourning in fallow shade
Twisted as petals, cold:
How endings throb again again
Without his blossoms for our sky;
That gushing out into soft rain
Lamentation is my reply .
Murmurs of branches
Deepen a caressing tune,
Allaying eve’s wail
Still, crystal leaves pour on grounds
Misty like fluid tears… ebbing.
4/21/2018
Broken Wings’ Contest: It’s All About Four
Well over half of the body's weight is made up of water.
Doctors think about the body's water as being restricted
to various spaces,called fluid compartments.The three main compartments are
1.Fluid within cells.
2.Fluid in the space around cells.
3.Blood.
To function normally,the body must keep fluid levels from varying too much in these areas.Electrolytes maintain the balance between fluids inside and outside your cells.They Play a role in conducting nervous impulses,contracting muscles, keeping you hydrated and regulating your body’s pH levels.The blood electrolytes sodium,potassium,chloride,and bicarbonate help regulate nerve and muscle function and maintain acid-base balance and water balance.The right concentrations(called electrolyte balance)is important in maintaining fluid balance among the compartments.Ketones upset the chemical balance of your blood and,if left untreated,can poison the body.High ketone levels make your
blood too acidic.This is a serious condition called ketoacidosis.
Note.Fasting results in increased ketone production.(fasting)
Fluid Drive for Gwen
Sleep is a many splendored ring
[lostfully] lust in sleep’s [giant] silent loss.
rungs of ‘nipples, climbing...[
ladder] in [Vegas,...chest-quest
frost, first cropped then tops
stops and sings a song of sixpence
love and fluid drive for Gwen
who gave me hives
on weekend pooldives
in hills never been or bottomed
on show couch beer rain Limo soak night[fright]
Westwood look crossroad took Norma[she was dying] to her table
white wicker sky- never make cushions for Wicker furniture[straining to be heard]
shrinking into dream of fame.
lime green Fermento [fragmentedly]
thing sitting in yard [windy] Wendy[sometimes it is still when someone here is
dying][trying to die],
. still in an acabe
Medina is the lover of patroclus
Sometimes a Blue come push down death’s trembling curtain
Yesterday on my walk I saw a funeral Heart be touched by Grace
The carp swimming old in May circling dead [dead as can be]
a kid said as she jumped to me; [old dead snot-snout] “Home is the sailor” [home is the sea].
the hummingbirds came
to drink the honeyed fluid
drinking it deeply
now my heart weeps at their death
honey is deadly for birds
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May 29, 2021
Poetry/Tanka/Sweet Honeyed Fluid
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1358-822-29
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for Standard contest, Tanka Contest
sponsor, M.L. Kiser, Judged 06/03/2021
Third Place
Drapes surround the sturdy length of vase
With width reflecting devious inside,
Distorted do arrangements, super stars
Become the surging curvatures each side.
Tint from shadows smooth botanic length,
Like Chinese lanterns mimicking the light,
Cerise like tissue papers, give a strength
Of subtleties that still-life has, it's slight.
Tinplate has become reflective thought
It scales a hollow tone to handles long,
Transparent mass of fluid has been caught
But holds it on the outside. See,your wrong!
The fabric pours.., the jug now disappears
With ease from which the vertices's succeed,
To hold the frame then, Wow! it reappears
As if by magic, sown as fabric seed.
Where the greenery dispatches life as such,
One leaf to lean against the fall it plans
At forty five degrees, it isn't much,
But holds the painting up with open hands.
Consciousness pulsating through a webbed highway
Rhythmically expanding , embracing infinity
Returning home like the silken petals of the morning glory.