Best Lacrimal Poems
I stand alone a barking tree, where silent sorrows of ripples flee,
No one hears my calamity, wearing weeps of my raped reality…
Branches droop to ice-cold ground, solitudes surface of their drowned,
Abysmal anguish of leaves have browned, lacrimal echoes of their sound.
Randomized reflections of rivers flow, suffering scourges in their woe,
Ripples raging in their row, creating cabalistic contrasts as they grow…
The forest dense as to populate, the seeds of seduction must copulate,
All is dormant until the eyes dilate, weeping willows that magistrate.
I accept my life near the lamenting lake, weathering wounds as I wake,
The wood whispers as to ache, secluded shadows share the snake…
Wandering waters that ripples bring, vines that struggle in their swing,
Alone in my salvaged spring, where sparrows segregate in their sing.
Gif # 1
02.25.2020
Placed 1'st & POTD...Thank You
You think I have a pretty face
My dresses weaved from frills and lace
You think that I'm a spoilt brat
with diamonds around my neck
and roses in my bed
You think I own the pot of gold
A blissful future to behold
You think I live on a greener grass
but you know nothing
No ,you know nothing about my past
There are chapters still on hold
A thousand words untold
There's emotion still enclosed in a lacrimal drop
There is a tasteless tale,a colourless spume
and large waves that fall on the shore
There's a silent cry which keeps yelling why
which keeps loving and hating,mending and breaking
Pushing ,embracing our God
My unfaithful devotion keeps begging in motion
Asking what,where,when,and how long
For how long should I wait for
to feel the affection, love and protection
to listen to daddy singing for me
just one birthday song
For how long should I pray for,to listen to daddy
just calling out my name on the phone
You think I have a pretty face
My dresses weaved from frills and lace
You think that I'm a spoilt brat
with diamonds around my neck
and roses in my bed
You think I own the pot of gold
A blissful future to behold
You think I live on a greener grass
but you know nothing
No, you know nothing about my past
You know nothing about the way I feel
About deep scars that would never heal
You just keep thinking that I live
I live on a greener grass.
ALL the flipping,
tossing and turning,
sand turning black
then red at dawn;
still yawning.
The cock crowing;
sun and moon avoid
my half-open trance.
My crescents ache
from the webbed glass
in the lacrimal corners.
Shadows creep,
reflections of my BOO.
I try to force
my opponent
feet over head,
so I can go back to bed.
Goblin of a sandman
is giggling,
crooning creepy songs.
Dusk breaks and I
hit the Boogieman
full force with his own
container of grit;
I pass out.
As I awaken,
with a blazing grin,
I shine the hourglass,
so peacefully at rest.
…the greatest poet who ever lived
…our Lord Jesus Christ
Wishes that wash upon the shallow shore,
Lacrimal lesions of the holographic whore…
Tectonic temptations, the lava shall pour,
Unleashing emotions, entombed we gore.
Mangled monuments of ruins regurgitate,
Surfacing megalomania of demons dominate…
Demonic destruction encroaches to infiltrate,
Demigods of desire will position to penetrate.
Distant horizons dissipating within plain sight,
Frigid frustrations amidst fore playing frostbite…
Detestation distortions of Hell’s agape appetite,
Antagonizing warring Angels take feverous flight.
Falling into oblivion within the blink of an eye,
Idempotent illusions making macabre to justify…
But there stands one soul, whose words do magnify,
Their love spreading thru asphyxiating air to clarify.
...background music by 'The Metal Heroes'
A tool tribute band... copy of 'Sinkfist'
Using a male virtual voiceover
June.24.2019
More To Me Poetry
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Placed 1'st...
Premiere Contest...
Thank You
But what is man, but an insignificant insect in my dominant domain?
A wasteful clan, pernicious and prejudicious roaming the open plain…
Using a destructive plan, a killing machine building their festive feasts,
Invading the Sudan, hunting for their prey calling me, the King of beasts.
Am I not an animal, only killing when I hunger to feed the restless pride?
And a lion lacrimal, for I also shed tears when I lose my bar caged bride…
A fading fractional, our dominance diminishing amidst the wilderness wing,
A feline fallible upon extinction, but for this direful day, I’m still the King.
Pic #3
Background music: African chanting
Voice: Male Virtual Voice
Music at the end: Maroon 5-'Animals'
April.30.2019
Free verse or Rhyme
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Placed 3'rd...Thank You
Spray your love in the masochistic mist,
shapely satisfying the illicit itch...
With handcuffs upon the wicked wrist,
narcotic nectars that will bewitch…
Salacious secretions that must assist,
appeasing appetites that shall enrich...
Salivating on parts hardly ever kissed,
exploring erotica within its niche…
Licentious desires amidst negligent night,
engulfing erections are craving...
Passionate pistils partake in their plight,
tender thoughts are misbehaving…
Bodies in motion divulge in delight,
as animalistic aphrodisiacs are raving...
Concupiscence convulsions do bite;
willing wanton wizards are waving…
Hold me tight as we twist and twitch,
upon luscious landscapes yearning...
Libidinousness lactations in their stitch,
beauteous breasts are burning…
Carnal covetousness stings their pitch,
for evocative emulations returning...
Leaving humble humanity in the ditch,
lacrimal lewdness upon learning.
Oct.15.2019
Itch, witch, glitch or twitch
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
Background Music...Sade
"No Ordinary Love"
With Female Virtual Voice
N/A for contest
Within my psychedelic psychosis divided by hell’s malignant mitosis,
Navigated by narcotized neurosis absorption through opiate osmosis…
Within my lunatic leverage of will, I needed to miraculously madly mill,
The negligent neurons of my ill amidst a faltering fragment of my spill.
My eyes that bear the bevel upon derelict distortions of a devious devil,
Laboring the leprous level of the seismic seizures that I neatly nestle…
In the abyss of my lacrimal laugh, I stand segmental with my satirical staff,
Decorative deceptions on my behalf as I stare at the world a genuine gaffe.
No real resolution to ponder for the quicksand of mind quivers yonder,
A sinkhole of a weeping wander amongst sacrifices of a slaving squander…
Thus in my sanctimonious seclusion within my catacombs of confusion,
The universe disperses diffusion along with programmatic parallel illusion.
June.06.2019
Eight Word Challenge
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Placed 5'th...Thank You
Lamentable, the family gathering
on the other side of sunshine,
with possessions no longer bothering,
sans loving cups, draining of wine.
Great-grands, grands, aunts, uncles, cousins and unborn,
one mom, a nephew, memories
their perspectives (only they carry). Torn,
yellowed pages of treasuries.
Climbing steps, silver dollars, and finger gloves,
savory chicken and dumplings,
boat on the lake, seashells on velvet (these loves)
tricks and treats, some were just ducklings.
Soft hands, warmer heart; silver in corner chair;
the teaser (he died way too young)
To each I lift my thoughts - they are laid bare.
Kindly, ancestors, I’m among.
All, go the byway, to our destination.
What will our progeny recall?
What bouquet of ours sets forth sensation?
Together we’ll be, blessings fall.
Lacrimal vessels are filled - our love, fearsome.
Eyes salty and brightened.
Peace comes after tears, reveling in wisdom.
Capacity to care, heightened.
Tears are wet to the palate
salty to the taste --
we cannot not live without
the water...nor salt --
and their expulsion associated with
many miseries, many deaths.
My focus though is on joyful tears --
laughter that pains the
ribs in a good way, after a funny story
well told -- a child overwhelmed
by a blessed gift becoming happily
emotional. We are lacrimal in a very
poignant sense~ for what reaches the
surface, through trial and error, while
intense, outwardly drippy, is substance
of a great connecting conduit. And despite
ambient fluctuations of internal springs,
over-all life is devotedly nurtured by a
Maternal Sky~ keeping dear watch,
moistening and drying according to
the ripening needs of her children.
Oh, fuming teardrop!
You’ve boiled over from wrath and anger,
leaving painful blisters as you sear the heart
Why you don’t evaporate is a wonder
but there must be a valid reason…
If only to let the heart know it lives
Oh, fuming teardrop!
Will you ever learn how to forgive?
Oh, defiant teardrop!
Teetering on the edge and glistening,
refusing to fall to make yourself known
It is not fickle mindedness playing,
rather, a power play of emotions
a blatant refusal to show what’s within
Oh, defiant teardrop!
Why even stop yourself before you begin?
Oh, crocodile teardrop!
If you were truly so, slink back shamefully,
recede to your lacrimal gland and stay put
There is no need for your insincerity,
the world is chaotic as it is, too troubled
Fall not, trickle not, trick not who see you
Oh, crocodile teardrop!
How can you be so heartless to fool people so true?
Oh, pensive teardrop!
How gracefully you streak down window sills
Wash away grime and grit, cleanse everything
Flow unhindered, purify hearts you fill
Laughter may be the music of the soul,
but you are pure— the distilled spirit
Oh, pensive teardrop!
Will you course down blackened hearts, pay a visit?
Oh, jubilant teardrop!
Married to laughter, frolic and dance to its tune
Give birth to hope then soar with elation
Brighten faces, sparkle days, light up the moon
Let souls remember that you speak of pain, joy
Let them remember, then allow them to heal
Oh, jubilant teardrop!
Why did I ever doubt that you are spirit revealed?
04062011
**for Paula’s “Beseech “ contest :)
Doctor, what a delight you are here with your grace
Doctor, I've been so worried that you disappeared.
Doctor, I have this feeling somebody appeared
At the lacrimal gland, is climbling down my face.
Doctor, how are your children and how have you been?
Doctor, do you sleep well these days? What have you seen?
This armchair's - God's a witness - result of a craft,
Is exacly the same as in most Boeing aircrafts.
People are visiting you for their life's preview
As if you're Buddha. Is your paper in Hebrew?
Doctor, I'm begging talk to me for a minute.
Doctor, I'm asking just be with me when I'm mute.
***
What is bothering me? Here you go -
I wish that God I dearly care for
Would make me the same so that.. hmm. So
I woulnd't feel anything anymore.
A sharp elbow's - but why? -
Pointing at my soft chest,
Missing a beat at crest.
So I don't shout or cry
And I don't wither
And I don't blether
But to sadly groan
And fall in a moan.
Lie down so that your bare shoulder blades
Are stamped down hard to the lake's bottom
Tuck yourself in different clay shades
That is the moment you stop caring,
Hardening until you're forgotten.
***
Why don't you answer me? Your pair
Of eyes with your head are nodding.
Some tea for me? Anti-despair?
I'm applauding.
Let's go to my place, Doctor? Mate?
Maybe you'd kindly change my rate.
Perhaps you'll forbid me to rhyme
My emotions. Is that a crime?
Would you caress me? Or scold me?
Please adopt me altogether.
Doctor, what do you think? Rather
Different? Tell me!
In a breakdown I shove your door,
All I hear - "Head down, on the floor!"
What are you scribbling? I can't see.
No. You can't be discharging me?
Above ,
sitting atop a crested hill
solitary , but nary lonely
Agemo is what he answer's too
but question is alway's on his mind
His twin , Ahpla , calls him a dreamer
Agemo has grown to expect this
considering Ahpla's domineering demeanor
alway's suggestive to take without quarter
not understanding his brother's nature
how Agemo recieves more satisfaction giving
being there for the rest of the pack
helping to create a pleasant atmosphere
Ahpla's role as a tough , no-nonsense
protector , can show no weakness
he love's his brother Agemo
but at time's detest his obvious softness
But the pair with it's conflicting opposites
has found a way to oversee
those dependent on their intelligence
stern at times , yet comforting
Right now though ,
Agemo continues to watch
the rise of the moon's daily journey
wondering what tomorrow will bring.....
Ahpla and his twin brother Agemo
are the proud protector's
of a land called " Laskrizon "
a lush mountainous valley
nestled northwest by southwest
in the western hemisphere
Hidden to most , known only to few
legend tell's it , that Laskrizon
is a famed combination , called so
considering it's the last lacrimal horizon
the final portal , the last vestibule
where Nature hope's , and other's wait
uncertainty weigh's heavy here
The pack are guardian's of a secret
holders , protector's of a treasured jewel
only knowing , a time will come
the unknowing stirs an unease
but the honor bestowed keeps steady
Alway's a watchful eye to the sky
never was told what to look for
they believe they'll know ,
when the time arrives
anxiously awaiting
fortitude a definite calling here
The jewel is a stone
more so , a rough corpus
a veiny mass ,
crystalized in time from space
some have called it a seed from heaven
in the land of the two-legged
it's been called many names
grail stone , philosophers stone
even the water stone of the wise
All the pack knows
is to protect at all cost's
lest it falls into dire grips
The stone's purpose is unknown
easily overlooked at first glance
closer inspection reveals it's uniqueness
only under the light of the sun
distinct golden specks and threads
glorious in it's smallness , yet
simulating a galaxy of stars
with the spiral wynd of veins
a frozen beauty...........
( to be continued....)
As the drop of saline slowly rolls
The ragged_ irregular exposed
As the mighty river flows from holes
My heart_ spring flood; since of me disposed
A flood so strong that the levee is broken
A bridge is carried away rushing to the sea
Left dry bed of pebbles_ token
Heart given with love not lessee
Lacrimal gland overworked dear
Red swollen eyes_no great surprise
Constantly shedding a warm pointed tear
Now my heart totally revise
The tear in my heart slowly heals
No more will I deal with such a heel
On that broken levee are seals
New love happens to be real deal
Do you remember when you told me I had beautiful eyes?
Or was that just a line?
What about when you said you saw yourself in my eyes, do you remember?
Was my cornea not clear for you to view your world through?
Did I blink to much? Was my shade of brown to dark?
Did my lacrimal glands not shed enough tears for you?
My pupils have dilated now that you've gone.
I've developed a cataract making it harder for me to see.
Squeezed and bequeathed from the schisms of fear
A shibboleth opened as the ground swallowed her void
Final farewells in blood ink cracking inferno and soul
One step from the abyss and the lure of canyon below
Jasmine stumbled to an exquisite conclusion her eyes
Cast lacrimal torrents in wet wild withering streams
Aghast in terminal turmoil and hooked to the cliff face
One bare string attached threadbare shreds by a tether
Currents had run dry but she managed an ultimate drop
To smoothen the voyage and slip into teasing caress
She let go on passionate falls and slipped on what remained
Of one last tear oozing into torn halves of unknown suspense
Jasmin licked her scarred wounds in taste of scary freedom and
Promised herself that holding on was simply not good enough
03rd February 2019