Best Permeable Poems
Your honey drips in baths of blue,
with seductive scapes set to woo,
Arousing aroma stimuli arise anew,
A vixen voluptuous Venus to subdue…
Mane of a lioness suave and soft,
provocative perspiration sent aloft…
With erotic eyes that capture oft,
sensuous seclusions within her loft…
With lips that taste like wicked wine,
quixotic quenching of the venom vine…
Bodacious breasts in their combine,
permeable performance will entwine…
The Orbs of passion ambiently attend,
risqué rituals of a burning biting blend...
Carnal kisses upon a salacious suspend,
gravitational goosebumps will ascend.
Nov.09.2019
Goosebumps Poetry
Sponsored by: Delilah Ventura
Placed 3'rd...Plus POTW...Thank You
the deer died with her eyes open
which means she watched herself
become field
something permeable
I found her on the third day of autumn—
found autumn wearing her decaying hide
like a hand-me-down dress
the flies had already written their poems
in the metaphors of her throat:
small black punctuation, multiplying
I wanted to close her eyes
but my hands passed through
what I once believed was boundary
later the biologist told me
decomposition is just the body
finally telling the truth
about how many selves were always
inside you waiting to be released—
even the child who never grew old enough
to be revision
now when I say I, I mean the forty trillion
bacteria who call this dirt-body home
I mean the deer
the flies
I mean the light
that passed through her
and landed here
in this poem
which is just another way of being eaten
which is just another word for love
by the porous self
My wall
The safe space that I hide
There, you don't exist
And I go on with my life
My wall is impenetrable
It can withstand a strong wind
Yet its permeable
It's where I decide who I let in
My wall has a purpose
Resolving my troubles and fears
I deflect
It's a trick, I learned in my early years
My wall keeps people out
I feel protect from my foes
Unfortunately, I become a prisoner
Captive within the confines of a mind you don't know
My wall has consequences
Sometimes I feel locked inside
I suffocate in isolation
Relationships get fractured in my life
The wall that I built
To provide shelter from my storm
Creates a temporary reprieve
An illusionary deviation from the norm
For those who have built a wall
Life is never quite the same
You see, we get to hold all the cards
In a dysfunctional game that we play
My wall is strong
Impenetrable some may say
Just don't take it personal
It's a trust issue, that's made me this way
A Letter to Myself
Should I give up writing
Seems all this bleating and wailing
Bemoaning this lot of love
I am allocated to feel
But never touch
Should I stop showing the world
Such a pitiful and pathetic face
As it twists and grapples
Dug in my heart
With its suffocating blade
Of aloneness
Where I am lost
When are the fluorescing lines
Of my gratitude
What are my words praises to love
With this eternal gift
Floating me in the fires
Of hot air balloons
But still gut wrenches out my soul
In this separation
“Come on,” I tell myself
What wrapped delight have I known more
I should be proud of my hunger
Feed it with all the imagined embraces
Just for her
More a rock I should
Than this wet dripping weak kneed flannel be
More colourful and joyous
In my need
In deliverance believes
Faith it should be
For the ever bonded
To such a fate
Allows my love to consume me
Her heart so tender
Must needs better of me
Than this whimpering sop
Who’s begging and pleading
Has no real foundation in my bones
More eloquent is she
More rapturous
Than the blazing anthologies of Isis
The hymn and rhythm of her
Calls to me
Shout of exultant
Piercing forever’s follicle
Permeable
She saturates
More a kin to glory I should be
More humbled
And less bent to paupers knee
To lift her ankle
And kiss her feet
Rather I should not
Die so
But
Live
Fuchsia panels
Standing parallel, like soldiers standing to attention
Push them forward, and venture onward
Like a woodpecker pecked cloth spread across the atmosphere
A permeable shelter of green does cover the cobble below
The darks and the lights of the jades and the emeralds
Add shimmer and flatness to this world of calm
Suspended from somewhere, someplace above
Hang scattered hues of violet
Almost candy floss like
Breaking up and breaking through the veil of green
Clusters of red also
Climbing up, up
Reaching towards the skies
Though forever trapped within their own dwelling
Observe, the kaleidoscope of colours
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And then, once more, the fuchsia panels
Standing parallel, like soldiers standing to attention
Push them forward - and leave behind…
Every civilization has depended on water,
our Earth without it would be another moon;
blue oceans secure this nation from invasions,
but also cause destructive storms and death.
There's no other planet like ours, its waters
invigorate plant life, seasons renew themselves;
who would live in an arid desert exposed to wind
with no precipitation, only sun? Who would survive?
Permeable roads allow water to easily flow
and not saturate the ground during storms,
watch it dripping from the rooftops and trees,
even the grass benefits from it, it stays green.
We need water in our bodies to prevent hydration,
the more we drink it, the healthier we are indeed.
Crystallization occurs in winter when snow turns
into ice; even lakes freeze, rivers stay in liquid form,
so do oceans and seas for us to watch in wonder.
Every drop of water counts, it is a requisite to sustain all life
there's a vast shortage; droughts are caused by scarce
rainfalls, thousands will perish...others are forced to abandon
their lands. Can flowers, grass and trees grow in dry soil?
A land without water offers nothing, it's another wasteland.
Some of us are very lucky to live in prosperous countries,
it's a challenge when droughts hit, have compassion and help.
A Walk in Solitude
As I walk and linger the only baneful bringer banished from multitudes
For the sky is gone no more descending dawn engulfed by my solitudes
Much pain to bare a seductive scare as I stand on the lunatic latitudes
Thoughts in a storm a schismatic swarm like the permeable prostitutes
~
Singing songs of silence in my compliance upon a habitable hellion hole
Where demons dance with a piercing lance and I sleep on a bed of coal
Damnation to dreams only silent screams like a cadaverous caving troll
Where time never ends only bestially bends as a sepulchral for the soul
~
I continue to walk with a tapering talk following cryptic circles of mind
In a darkened nest I devour and digest sinking silhouettes a bitter bind
For in the company of shadows a wilted rose ransomed is left confined
Melting memories weep in solitudes we sleep of ambient anguish blind.
Music by Lake of Tears - 'Solitude'
Aug.01.2018
For Your Poetry Journal
Sponsored by: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
Placed 4'th
1.Oh pitiful
faintest of
smiles
seized by
the night's
weapon
2.In his
fattest
times he
enchants
from his
dead
memory
the songs
of Babel's
lexicon
3.Finds for
himself a
better
niche in
the beach
where his
permeable
mind is
having it's
vac
4.Piling
unconcious
mental
ambiguities
in dreams
like four
decks of
cards
stacked
1.he
refuses to
speak the
language
of the day
2.would
rather
have his
mind live
in his
dreams
and play
3.seeming
to so soon
forgot the
cup of
hospitality
the day
gives to
drink
4.And
taking
sides with
the hostile
nights that
had once
gotten him
scared to
even blink
1.Oh Child
Sleep! For
you only
know so
little of the
protesting
tides ahead
2.Sleep!
For its not
your couse
even for
your life to
be scared
3.When
your
mothers
fouled the
feast of
angered
fairies in
bid to get
thee bread
at dead
night
4.All ur
prodigal
care is to
foul
pudden
bed in only
a brief
stretch
towards
first light
A soft tension in your eyes
And my despair becomes permeable
You help me cling to my horizons
The warm light moving along darkened floorboards
Orbiting crazily
Whirling through your days
Grant me the stillness to keep you near
Silent saxophones sing the reverberating echoes, the songs of the night as chirping crickets conduct
Violin strings drip flavor into each moment with melodies like embroideries of serenades
Cream painted roses lie lusciously on helpless guitars scenting the sound of earth’s praise like would the balm of Gilead on her skin
Speaking to her the languages of sanity, eternity’s cadence as the flute whispers the culture of angels
The romantic noises of trumpets sensual resound at the site of wingless butterflies on deciduous trees as water lilies are teased by bracken ferns
Conifers whisper the tales of organisms in various ecological niches
As osmosis dances across semi-permeable membranes balancing the division of symbiosis while diffusion spreads the news via ~ between harp’s hips
While enabling the stealth of each chord’s intensity to penetrate with dramatic fragility,
Dissolving ~ melting ~ stripping the exotic essences of resonant reasoning
Leaving her to ponder among realities, fairy tales, abstract nights and concrete dreams?
False Prophets
Spirituality for one, atheism for other
deterred
Skeptic dissenting extreme religiosity
wickedly interred
Charlatans deluded permeable minds
weaponized infectious lie
Prognostication of human destiny fails
for in time tyrannical powers, die!
Penned: 1?11/2022
12:18 a.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
this existence is meaningless
i don’t understand
i don’t understand
why me?
the cliché echoes in empty air
but is amplified in my soul
as no other question
holds such validity
as this.
this existence is meaningless
i am out of control
the tears that seem to be perpetually
running down my cheeks
i don’t even feel their dampness
on my skin
they just reabsorb and recycle
back into more tears
a loop never-ending
and vicious
giving no relief from the constriction
in my throat and chest
not even to breathe
this existence is meaningless
and this small apartment
seems to close in around me
compressing my thoughts
into a ball
hardly recognizable, hardly coherent
except a call of help
except a scream of pain
to which there is no answer
except resounding silence.
this existence is meaningless
i lose my grip on reality
as the world falls away
and all i can see is the people
the hot burning gas of stars
burning brightly
brightly laughing at me
as i spin quickly
into oblivion.
this existence is meaningless
“I sword to God that I’d never be
What I’ve become”
and yet my faith
as if i had any to begin with
has faded in the background
of my life
i cannot tell anymore
between happiness
and sadness
they say you need one
to have the other
but they both feel the same to me now.
this existence is meaningless
“Nobody’s home
Broken inside”
i hear words sung
and hear thoughts mimicked
or recognize their repetition
in everything i see
what comes through my senses
is filtered through the lens
my mind puts up
drunk and staggering
on toxic tears.
this existence is meaningless
i am held
but feel not the arms around me
i am immune to the love rained down on me
it rolls off
discarded in a pool at my feet
and my wall to the outside
is not permeable
i can see out
but no one can see in
and nothing
comes through
to effect or change
the bitter turn my heart has taken
i am walking now
on a path that moves underneath me
so that i go nowhere
even if i run
the only place i reach
is the ground
as i collapse from exhaustion.
this existence is meaningless
and no matter how hard i try
to find a point
this life i lead
doesn’t lend itself
to questioning
and so stays mute
while i am left with a sinking feeling
that things will never change.
OH!
You punched holes in my system
Now, I am incontinent
I can't hold water for a second
You blame it on indiscipline
You licked my mind
Now , I am permeable
I can't sieve immigrant thoughts
You blame it on gullibility
You dragged my true self
Now, I am a masquerader
I can't meet the world without the mask
You blame it on cowardice
You attack every step of mine
Now, I am calculative
I can't choose expediently
You blame it on Indecision
Oh Society !!!
If I became a pronoia non-schizophrenic
I might begin channeling Jesus of Nazareth
but, instead, dealing with my real world dysfunctional family,
with messianically depressing delusions
refracting illusions of gift-it-forward co-redemptive grandeur
leading cooperative economic explorations
into remembering pronoia hopes
resilient win/win regenerativity
despite win/lose verbally abusive
and actively distrusting history
Struggling to pacify
remaining cognitive v affective dissonance
about bodhisattva empowering
and economically enlightening assignations,
therapeutic communication
respectful of our integrally democratic constitutions.
Organic frames of sympathetic reference
and nonviolently communing dialects
and double-binding co-empathic
depolarizing dipolar Yang/Yin permeable
AnthroMind/EarthBody boundaries
Sacred anthropocentric messiah
of universally lonely
monotheistic protagonist ideation
within organic EarthBody bodhisattvas
of unitarian belonging
polytheistic pronoia win/win experience
AnthroMessiah/EarthBodhisattva
co-empathic peak health/wealth resonant
extended family longing/belonging resilient
cobinary resonant AnthroFamily care-giving
longs to belong inside GaiaBody's forgiveness
for past SacredMe v OrganicWe antagonistic hubris.
Pausing too briefly for peaceful family rainbows
of divine co-elational bliss
predicting further appositionally sustainable
spiritually healthy longing
and physically wealthy belonging
wu wei Tipping Points in-between Yang struggling bodhisattva with
and not messianically against
Yintegrity's sacred/organic
extended family bicameral transformation.
Belonging within Earth's bodhisattva climate of wealth
longing to cooperatively embrace
AnthroMessiah's peaceful Gaia Hypothesis
therapeutically supporting
our extended organic family's pronoia vocation
While dealing with my real world dysfunctional family,
with messianically depressing delusions
refracting illusions of gift-it-forward co-redemptive grandeur
leading cooperative economic explorations
into remembering pronoia hopes
resilient win/win regenerativity
despite win/lose verbally abusive
and actively distrusting anthropocentric history.
I have been mesmerised by an angel.
I have been allured into her arms.
By her touch,
By the soothing relief it brings.
Hands to permeable,
They would reach the souls of men..
In the sphere, of divinity and purity
She(angel) thought me about love,
With epistle, written and sent to my heart.
In this time I've deciphered love,
Because I found it her arms,
As she wrapped her me in it.
Our bodies like puzzle pieces,
Fit so perfectly...
Therein I found tranquillity and comfort...
I also found love b'cause we made it
With our clothes on...
Our lips interlocking..
Ecstasy escalating...
And for a split second
Our feet where raptured from the ground
And we found ourselves lost in love.
I found love in the silence,
Where we where verbally numb,
Because our mouth could not express,
So her eyes was the express,
Into the miseries of her heart..
I found love when anger was lost
Where jealousy exist,
But trust was profound.
I found love in our difference and flaws,
It gave birth to the understand we have.
I found love in the green pasture,
But also in the abyss
I found love in the middle of day
And held it close in the mist of darkness..
I found love! I found love,
In the arms of an angel.