Best Perforates Poems
Dances with eagles in skinny oxygen
Silence is regal, time is an abstract
I humbly look up, at your majestic existence
So still, so cold, so proud, but so much like me…
So timid in the slap of the Northern winds
So in love with love
So much shaken by earthquakes of Human Nature grinning in colliding
plateaus with deep faults.
In the blind of darkness I only have your secret, inner warmth
Lava of our Souls perforates geological barriers,
Layer after layer of memories of past lives…remember?
Our underwater games, the Raising above our Black Sea level
The playful puffs of steaming magma cooling off dreams into Reality…
I see dances of eagles shooed by a deafening propeller
I float in a basket above you: I AM THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD !!!
…and I can fly in the eternity and beyond!!!
You remain smiling coldly , nostalgically still, endlessly Majestic
As I become smaller, and smaller, and smaller
In a minuscule Black Hole where mountains become Gods
As I turn into a still, cold, and proud abstract
in the Rotunda of my childhood Gardens back home…
for John's Contest
How do I think of you as
the past perforates the now?
Do I see you as the boy you were,
or as the man you became when
you broke away from me somehow?
Did I love you then?
Or were we lost in the headiness of youth?
We spoke of dreams and futures
lost and broken now, and
we have lived a different truth.
Yet here we are again;
The present invaded by the then.
Your voice still sounds familiar -
the laugh, the intonation the same
as when we were together last
in the dimming, distant past.
Once faded memories sharpened
as we bring them into focus
once again, and once again
the feelings surge, merging
with today's perception;
conception of a new beginning,
mending dreams and daring to think
of what could have been if
we had trodden the same, not different, paths.
drips drops of water
constantly dives on a rock-
slow perforation
The life without you
is like a tree without flowers,
the moon without the stars,
a kiss without lips,
long wandering love,
the weary heart may faint for rest,
and a body without soul...
The life without you
is like a drifting foam of a restless sea
when the waves show their teeth
in the flying breeze,
and wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed.
The life without you
is like village curs that bark when their fellows do,
a shadow of a great hill,
that reaches far out over the plain,
and the setting of a tropical sun.
The life without you
is like a sea-worm,
that perforates the shell of the mussel,
which straightway closes the wound with a pearl,
and rainbow, thou didst fade.
The life without you
Is like a blossom blown before a breeze,
a white moon drifts before a shimmering sky,
and my memories burn like a living coal in my soul.
By Seth Yuhi Musinga
power, police and prudence,
the mainstream monsters of mimicry,
like patels of a flower playing far from the fulcrum,
their power derived from dismal points interior,
of state sustainance and centres,
assistants arrayed according,
to authority anchored beyond,
to pry prudence on paupers,
thus pour power like powder,
on supra-orthodox options,
and security sanity perforates without.
They predicate despotism, while matriculating the
servile.Presaging them to complacency.Who without the prescience of life's
cadence,will continue to perpetuate peonage?They who poignantly and temper
mentally,display acerbic discourse.Arousing those erroneous acts that cause the
chasm of inculcation to avail.We listen for the mantra,the interloper,who will
resolve the vortex of these avarice bevaviors.The recess of the perspicacious
have caused an inevitable loss.Yet the ostensible foray that perforates and
inundates one's soul,still lingers.They mold our transcendental light as if
inchoate,while satiating themselves.Daring your ineffable prose to hue with
antagonism and candor.
THE OPPRESSOR
I sit here uninspired.
Creativity burning but
page blank - staring back
with vacant eyes.
Searching for a word
a beginning, a flash of
memory, an image, something
to start the literary flow.....
....but no cerebral utterance
perforates the thought waves.
The page remains blank.
Void of creation.
The well of wise words arid.
Lying languishing in the
dried up valley of conception.
A winter of discontent...
Uninspiring, tiring,
devouring, sapping energy.
A bud of Spring perforates
the frozen ground - creativity reborn.
The blood drips from the page.
Intoxicating smell perforates, ensues.
Taking back again. Female apparatus.
Figment of an over zealous imagination.
A dream, fantasy personified.
She is the music to my ears;
An impetus behind my cheers;
She jubilantly sings dawn jingles,
along with bird friends in the jungle.
She perforates the bamboo stems
and forges the eternal music gems;
Disguising herself as katydid and cricket,
She gleefully sings songs even in the night.
She is the rhythm of my life,
who is always there to ruin the strife;
she is the happy tune of my song
which makes me mentally strong
Yeah, she is the music to my ears
who certainly obliterates my fears and tears
Feb-11-2019
Merciless cruelty is
A mouthful of pain and a stomach gorged with flesh.
The earth’s lungs falling for rapacious sustenance.
Hearts burdened with the corpulent lard.
Savage suffering of the innocent.
Merciless cruelty is
A morality tale unheard or ignored emanating disease.
Contemptuous opulence of one above those afflicted.
Karmic solutions from the atmosphere result.
No regret perforates those minds.
Merciless cruelty.
Beguiled by the eyes of a thief
Whose hands have stolen the moist of my skin
With just a breath my very soul he unruffled
With just a gaze he made these words improper; jumbled.
Not like any other, he's chaste
Not like any other, Not like...
Ever he would wipe these tears away
Ever he'd kneel to his knees to plead
His volition's bullet in my chest
Digging trebling holes that never convalesce.
Not like any other he mastered
This art of hate that tortures as it perforates.
Shut the door, I beg
So I'll ever see your face
It attracts more of distaste,
venomous like a snake.
Shut the door and don't
remind me of your world
-Your burning dreams off the wall!
Dull me like a flower on the wall.
Cause I could die every day
My veins would not display
Free fall, I already fall
I beg, please shut the door.
Cause how to let you go?
...Really. I don't know.
My tendon's note
bends downhearted;
fleshy, wincing anguish
perforates with whelps
stippled by fiery ferocity and
tempered grief.
Atoms collide
without regret;
cunning, backdoor reptiles
pick the star gate lock
fostered on occult erudition and
ancient wealth.
Their content smiles
belie fate storms
brewing; thrashing specters
channel blood like veins
fueled by ignorant sacrifice until
virtue concedes.
The microverse
bends with quivers
hidden. Plunderers sow
protracted disease
nurtured on toxic components and trust
in civil death.
Burnt up lilac inferno blazes forest
Homeless wingers endeavor, build the new nest
Skyscape descends, inundates smoky ether
Nature in ashes.
Flame of anger perforates mental terrain
Ember notion revengeful, outlook sightless
Serene essence distillates sedate solace
Consciousness frozen.
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Written January 29, 2019
Syllable count checked on HMS
William Kekaula's contest : Your Best Sapphic Stanza
By Paris Thulare
It grows at home
It Affects the other part of the family as whole
As dull as bread mould
They catch the Cold
Relationships start flooding
Friendships start drowning
As bacteria it multiplies
As a virus it perforates
Instead of helping
They start separating
Instead of cheering
They start starring
They try holding you back with negativity
So you could see the impossibility
They love to be in charge
When the stage is not theirs they change
When you spit it out
They start giving you false eyes
They create Barriers
They can't handle the truth
why do we let jealousy rule our souls
it has brought extinction to many hopes
it has wrapped trust with mud
now everything is falling apart
Mere gaze to her direction, goosebumps perforates my skin
There's something out of this cosmos in her aura.
Sense and meaningful in me,
at loggerheads trying to define her.
Tap into my senses, the mess is beyond containing,
melting seduction, dripping all over my body.
caught within dungeons of my own heart desires
Her radiating flawless pigment,
complimented by her smile
I'm gasping for breath,
fear I may be palpitating
Ease the volt, In my now state,
I fail to keep up
The strikes are too strong to bear
Woman daughter, be gentle on me
My only crime, is falling in love
Peep closer, see the bruises on my knees,
from kneeling and praying for a better half.
Lil did I know, heaven would delegate a goddess
In a human form
Back on my knees,
Palm to palm,
Sending gratitude to heaven
For not only listening but responding to my prayer.
Today, in my mailbox, a gift wrap was delivered,
Signed xoxo Amahle
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