Best Hemoglobin Poems
A beggar has got bread from a door
The thread of survival
A slice of sky smiling on a pink petal
And for me
In the void, appears a boundless sea
And the bard is impatient
Till the buzz from his word-paint
Versifies the lyrically human moment
Poetry is fomented by arousal and associations
A graceful process of
Deconstruction and reconstruction
Of the dancing shadows
A concentrated illumination
Of your reality
With my lamps of desire and imagination
Wearing a shirt of rustling dry leaves
There stands
A story of weeping wounds
Shards of tears and trauma
In my nostril a human aroma
Shaping out fond filigree of emotion
Warm and cold
Stroke in the folds
And when you look intense
Craving the chocolate words of my pen
Provoking a tomato like glow
In my bone marrow
Instantly arrives the bird
And stirred is the light in the gem
A sure poem
Like the meandering river
In the falling leaves
In the painting brush of the sun and cloud
Silent as well as loud
Sit the metaphors
Waiting merrily to be caressed in a poem
Or else
To what end are they born?
Guitar of golden corn
And when an irresistible leaf
From your trembling window
Falls on my thirsty grass
Alphabets sparkle and spontaneously combine
In valentine
Boats from the river sail in
Into the passionate hemoglobin
Life is always ready
With stupendous recipes
For our poetry
Provided the quick chemistry is there
In profound red and sky blue
Between me and you
A crimson brew
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21/01/2017
Our friend Margarita is a little different
She would often dream of a bearded face
What she says is gray but significant
In her very own version below I place
The contour in my dream is very familiar
But still I cannot recognize
In me he is the organizer
I love and admire his inspiring eyes
Often in my much loved dream
I see him as a Krishna
In his smile an irresistible gleam
Under the tree of banana
When I am in consonance
I feel a cerebral fiesta
But if I am in dissonance
Tempestuous is my vista
These dreams of flute and might
Reinforce my hemoglobin
Leading me from darkness to light
Making my psyche play a violin
Krishna in Radha a perfect blend
A stable amygdala to guide
Overflowing poetry at the bend
When you are by my side
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May 26, 2016
For Animus – Anima Part II – Animus – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tom Quigley
Note: Radha and Krishna are collectively known within Hinduism as the combination of both the feminine as well as the masculine aspects of divinity. ( Wikipedia)
On a pale July winter
I danced with the last Princess
In the middle of a sordid one room...
So long after sunset and so far from dawn
The smell of tomorrow burnt and tempting
I warmed my frozen fingers between her thighs
When life gave us more losses than victories
Our veins pumping arrogant blood
A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather
I had the hope her & I would end up together
I prayed we would grow grey together
Like cannibals reciting shrewed poetry
we danced to the rhythm of our conniving hearts
Our shivering skins shedding off of our ripe skeletons
I listened to her soft bones move like wet clay
I loved her more than sharks love innocent blood
Had her caged in the un-democracy of my frigid hands
Her shivering skin whispering dirty talk to mine
Her breath on my breath, taking the carbon from your lungs
Her fingers like syringes sucking oxygen off of my hemoglobin
We danced our sorrows to Ron Pope and Emelli Sande
Sundays we cuddled all day stuck on alphas
Taking steps back and looked at the bigger picture
Bound by no allegiances before the cliques and fake friends
We danced the pain to the curve
There were no distances we couldnt measure
No numbers louder than we could raise our voices
But we danced in geometrical fractions
Our feet uncaged from our ankle sockets
Ignoring the checkerboards in the morality of our peers
Like vampires running through mystical forests
We danced to the echoes of our miserable days
The anthems hummed by our oppressive government
That conspired to make us choose, need or want
My cataracts starred at her soul
Her soul spoke six languages to my heart and
We danced, with our faces like dominoes
Entagled like flamingoes at birth
Each moment became an equation of cosines
Before we lost it all, we danced!!
Water, in a protein sense,
salt and other substances,
make up plasma, which, in kind,
account for half of blood's design.
A mammal's blood is red and bright,
-from oxygen, when mixed inside.
Because of an iron-filled kind of protein,
Hemoglobin, it's red and glowing.
Red and white cells fill the half,
oxygen rides in small red rafts.
Compared to white, the reds are many,
born from marrow, good and plenty.
Blood supplies glucose and acids,
while carbon dioxide wastes are banished.
Coagulation is the body's repair,
as hormones message when damage is there.
It regulates the body heat,
hydro-mechanics, just like a machine.
Blood makes 7% of your weight,
red cells live 120 days.
The white cells clot the blood on site,
they help by killing parasites.
White cells come in different types,
some kill bacteria, and fungi,
allergic reactions, virus cells,
tumors, pathogens as well.
If only we could go within,
to see a white cell's origin.
We could show our gratitude,
for those that keep us strong like new.
Our health is their only mission,
their ranks are in the immune system.
The heart drives blood throughout the body,
from the ventricles, to the arteries.
-Back to the heart and through the veins,
ventricle, artery, lungs, you could say,
the blood travels far, and this would be truth,
it takes 30 seconds to complete it's route.
Oxygen brought in must be spread around,
While carbon dioxide is what's carried out.
The vein is a valve containing the waste,
which is pushed with help from muscles in legs.
Arteries branch out as smaller roads called,
Capillaries, just one cell thick is their wall.
The blood must be slowed to allow the breakdown,
of substances, nutrients, eat up the chow!
Blood is classified in 200 groups,
you inherit whichever your parents gave you.
The most common kinds are "A" "B" and "O",
Some have "A" or "B", and some people have both.
It's important to know, should you need more blood,
a bad combination will make it clot up.
Blood brings to life almost every creature,
-we could not be without, those...5...liters.
It is time for natural blossoming
Into each other’s blood corpuscles
It is the time for the chocolate melting
Under the heat of chaotic muscles
Come and put out the light
It is the spring in your Alps
Fascinating is the dynamite
Red flowers in our pulse
What is the matter darling
Will you defy all red signals
Your hemoglobin has picked up rhythm
Crazy looks in your petals
Oh, oh, it is the eternal generator
Of fire in love and sword in passion
Those little winged cupids in every letter
Of your lyrics in impish invitation
It is the churning time of our existence
It has come in the surges of fusion
Of quivering and pulsating ascendance
Towards the patterns of swirling blue explosion
The love of mine Valentine
I know my time with its plough
Seeks to combine the rivers yours and mine
As the cupid pulls back the bow
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07/01/2017
Popcorn and assorted snacks in hand
My vision obscured with the theatres darkness
The streets permeated with shrieks of horror
Artificial blood oozes earthward from the victims
Flesh being feasted upon
Brains gnashed into pudding
Goosebumps slither up my body
Lights illuminate the deadline of the movie
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Bewilderment dominates humanity
Our perception dazed in abhorrence
The pavement eclipsed with hustling bodies
Genuine vital fluids cascade from carcasses
Sinews chomped on
Squishy matter engorged in mouths
Horripilation wriggles in me
Hope abandons existence
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Despair fluctuates through me
My sight conceives facts
Asphalt collides with my face
Hemoglobin departs out of my possession
Body tissue separated from my leg
My cerebral cortex out of reach
Agony scorches inside
Endurance beckons me to flee
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Delirium sears through
My eyes dim and hazy
An alley my last mortal destination
My internal juices idle
Epidermis mutilated
My mind discontinues
Death replaced with the need….
The need to feed
It’s nearly two as the Reaper’s clock begins to strike.
A thundering clap shakes the trembling ground,
as death knolls beckon me into this thick, hazy night.
Coming to a clearing, I see ceremonial tables
carved with the darkest of symbols.
Jewel-encrusted cups—flowing freely with blood and whiskey—are placed amongst bones,
whilst monstrous funeral pyres loom over the uninvited.
Shadows flicker off the glint of boiling streams;
souls, trapped between conflicting realms,
bewitched by dancing with death, can’t quite grasp that it all has to come to an end.
A cacophony rises from the corpse choir,
growing louder and louder until my ears burst,
with blood pouring down my confused cheeks.
But why am I here?
I have no memory of crossing over;
I have not forsaken life—I swear my heart still beats beneath my breast.
Or does it?
I take my shaky hand and place it upon my chest,
whilst the dance with death amplifies around me.
Dizziness takes over; I can’t focus.
“Get a grip—breathe, feel for the heartbeat.”
There is nothing—just silence beneath my fingers.
Recollections come in and out of focus.
He came to me, after all the times I cried for him,
whispering sweet promises into my ear:
“No more pain, no more fear, just white noise.”
Plunge the knife in and take my hand,
dance the eternal dance.
Reality comes back into view;
my hands, now covered in sticky hemoglobin,
reach for a reaching palm as I sway endlessly
in complete, everlasting oblivion.
Yes, you came last night as I had wished
Normally reader, if you are after it that you desire
Your soul by hook or by crook is going to be the complier
When dear reader, you are lost into nothingness adrift and keep up as such
Be sure what you wished, a part of your mind would, insist on piecing it together.
So, exactly so it happened with me
It was a charming moonlight flooding outside
To my great delight a flower of that soft radiance I saw seated
In my chair in front of my computer table with the room in rhythmic dance
And then the flower shaping into a slim human figure looking a woman in trance
I felt a mild tremor within my anatomy
There were micro waves inside my hemoglobin
It was not the perfumed woman I had been daydreaming
Then came people walking along with the now familiar figure moving leisurely
Very affectionate peaceful slender composed friendly arisen from the moonlight
Initially I felt confused with the easy gait
A soft and serene smile with a little bit of frivolity
The head half-covered with a veil of soft and silky drape, that is, Shari
Sort of gesturing with her beautiful eyes asking me to come close to her side
Then confusion gave way to the joy of a child looking at his mother wide-eyed
I felt exceedingly happy and kept looking at my mom
I felt the hugs the scolding the tears the smiles and the flavours
I wanted to rush towards her and to hug her tight as I did when a child
But the film faded fast as the world was coming back with its dawning sounds mild
I thanked the ruler replacing the desired woman with my mom in the colored void
Amazed I could not settle for a while in the day thanks to the great Sigmund Freud
Here are the French Connection facts,
Monsieurs and Madames
No need for reverse English translation,
Ladies and Gentlemen
Step carefully ...
You’re now at the yellow tape border of
a Jurassic Park murder scene investigation
Here’s robo Rico “Bio-Class II” Suave,
your mechanized splatter sherpa:
A top-of-the-assembly line android crime reporter,
it has a prototype 800 series model retinal recorder
These are a few pertinent French Connection facts ...
fluorescent things for a conviction cell door slam,
Monsieurs and Madames
Notice the warm, bloody prints on the cold asphalt trail,
leading to a secure concrete jungle tree blind,
fifty meters above the dead calcium sight line
Observe the unusual iron-copper “W” shape tracks,
they do hemoglobin reveal
the rapacious perpetrator of the deadly, fatal attack
As duly noted before,
these are merely the empirical French Connection facts,
Madames and Monsieurs
This plaster cast peculiar evidence,
appears to likely be triple talon execution,
with brutal efficiency,
precision dispensed
Initial logical deduction would seem to suggest,
a drug deal heist,
driven by greed seduction: a reptilian motive at best
These inventoried forensic items
are evidentiary necessary French Connection facts,
sleuth Monsieurs and Madames
Crime scene lab post-mortem conclusion:
It can only candor support the microscopic proof
from this UV, morgue ID morbid intrusion
The deceased fell victim to Velociraptor wrath —
a crafty, killing machine rage
Only one question still loom blot large,
to solve the case ... turn the page
What dopefiend
opened this beast’s covetous cage,
letting V-death run amok on a murderous path?
The jogger with goal in mind,
Slings stress right with each climb
The jogger jogs with cells renewed
When oxygen flows fresh, like
Hemoglobin running through and through
The Jogger jogs on wings of breeze
With chalice of serenity
Fortifying and free
The jogger faces no darkened cloud
Just thoughts reaching heavenward
The jogger is bling to negativity
While breathing in fresh joy
Flowing from God's green bounty
But if jogging isn't your thing,
You can flex, stretch, and breathe
With energizing thoughts befitting.
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Moments often come in dense dew
That provokes the hemoglobin
And you want to make out cute cues
The light or dark doors unfolding
Somewhere small birds peck at something
Or else some falls hit a hormone
In a corner quiet face blushing
The pen in disquiet seeks a morning
Pen is warm and radiates hues
Picking up charge from flat and curve
Seeks a moon-bowl to hold the dew
Moments stand still in twilight tub
Aesthetics of the mystery
Is very wonderful to know
This way emerges the poetry
Of life afloat in dewy glow.
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Just see the morning itself has come to sit in my spine shaking in delight
A grand sun much grander in splendour than the one you see everyday
Is bubbling over in laughter of each and every molecule of my existence
Bringing out dark green vibrations on the back of my palms and wrists
Eruptive delight sits on the skin thrilled in the vibrant hours playing violin inside me
Just look at the radiant eyes at their height, an expression of the dances of my being
To announce to the world through the bugle of hibiscus in my bone marrows
Upon the glorious pine trees in infinite twitter thousands and thousands of sparrows
You have made me happier than ever I have been under the sparkling blue sky
In never-before-known exhilaration is booming within me many a celebrating gun
I don't know why I can't control the tremendous force in my whirling bloodstream
Rushing in my mouth gums teeth and tongue so the eyes can raise intense waves
How could you raise the crimson creativity that make me resolved to see hundred flowers blooming
In the whirlpool my love has generated in the crazy hemoglobin of my struggle
The happiness that I now carry in my breasts you don't know what a violet and blue sky
It is going to give birth to along with sounds of high and low tides in response to the passionate moon
I am just crystallizing my golden resolutions and visualising in wonder
What a typhoon it would be
Never there have been such a pink hour to taste what life means and never there will be
In the scarlet vibrations of the impatient seconds please wait a little sweetheart please wait for me
Let me enjoy as long as I can hold this intoxication of bliss and ecstasy
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September 10, 2017
For Poems that paint a picture contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Note: In the phrase the bugle of hibiscus I am indebted to Eve Roper for the word bugle
and to Demetrios Trifiatis for hibiscus.
** DISCLAIMER: This poem is a parody of a hymn: "Joyful Joyful We Adore Thee", some of you might have hymnals that call this song "Ode To Joy". The lyrics in a hymnal are from Henry van Dyke and the melody is from Ludwig van Beethoven! The parody is all mine!
Breakfast breakfast we will eat you
Food of morning, break my fast,
bellies are empty and grumpily inside you,
opening energy start the day.
Melt the pain of hunger and tired
drive the dark of night away;
Giver of fulfilling energy,
Fill us with the fuel of day!
All your nutrition my blood to carry
cells and oxygen resound the fill,
Brain and organs work around you
breakfast break the nightly fast.
White cells, red cells hemoglobin,
Energy fields fuel of day
Toast and eggs and maybe coffee
call us to indulge in you!
You are sweet or you are savory,
ever filling, ever full.
Fuel spring of the light of morning,
Energy start, jump the day.
You our energy, you start the day,
all who eat and drink are full;
Give us grace to love each other,
help us shine with grace divine!
no mistake this isnt just a reason
logic and thoughts linked by measure
these planes that pull me hold true
only by way I made in being
love is built by pieces of me
and I want you to have them
something so simple held to beyond
the very means, in awe, I reflect
holes to the milky way
my synapses fire like stars
the spaces between not as influential
as the moment I hold now
When I realize in the details, everyday
I am not alone, was this sword double edged?
I am still a baby, I am still young
I am growing, and I have always been an old man
Take this and know me
Know you
my projection keeps on streaming
my reception not solely ego
May I own a satellite
A nightmare without terror,
A peaceful life without savor.
Voluble blasphemies
In the flames of a hell
Perfumed with the stench of lust.
A heart loaded with lugubrious memories,
My soul bellows in the darkness.
Running to die, for barren pleasures,
Insatiable are the sickles of the reaper.
Allergic to flashing lights, even with a spotless record,
I wander in the obscurity of their hatred.
Thirsty for bills of every color,
I sometimes gaze at my scars
So as never to lower my guard,
Always on alert like a fugitive terrorist.
A few victims etched on the clocks of my conscience,
I have lost liters of hemoglobin, scraps of flesh,
Worshipper of spontaneous shots of adrenaline.
I know the story of my genetic code,
I will never be ashamed of coming from a third-world country.
I have rummaged through the trash of my memory
Before scourging the arrogance of my oppressors.
Lamentation has never been scribbled
In the script of my existence.
Clairvoyant, I behold the world
With the eyes of the bearer of celestial lights.
Nothing but interests in my directory,
I have no time to scrutinize
The complexities of human nature.
I glean my elation
From the fears of my enemies.
I carry the stature of those slaves
Drugged by the peace pipe of liberty.