Best Regurgitates Poems

Ash - grey chemised
she shifts her shape
as silver flakes float coat
stripped naked places, 
sheath curves and angled spaces
Angry glitter tingle stings
thick earth skin with prickly flames
and rumble rise regurgitates
shimmy - shake shudders
in magma's deep thrombosis.

Her feather boa plume
tightens hot cloud chokehold,
acrid smoke flung up in...

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A spaceship called Hope... made from future's grand mist, 
is perched upon a launch pad of manic chemicals, and loss.
With stun gun emotion, mother earth regurgitates.  
5-4-3-2-1
Her metal finger meets the button...
she releases her ballast...
Blast off! 
My brain engulfing G forces.
Soon to become a...

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My mind is burning, blazing, turning
With doubts and irrational drivels
My heart is livid and hardened
For it freezes in the potentials of disappointment
Of failure, downfall, and impending death
In ceasefires of never mind, and never more 

My soul is stubborn for alien tastes
For knowledge and truths with...

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Sometimes when I try to write about something  
my mind travels though light and darkness,  
and it wanders through my universe of thoughts 
A dictionary of scrambled words circulates through my brain and regurgitates them into my muse  
As I try to...

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At the end of Mercy Street
lies a forgotten wharf.
A single row boat is 
moss covered.
The battered vessel is 
moored and unwanted
like leprosy -
conducive to an invisible cancer.

Two splintered oars imitate antennae -
receiving distress signals
from no one.

The dinghy will not row towards God.
The boat will not...

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Translation of Marcel Moreau's " A Paris " by T. Wignesan

IN PARIS

Paris bores me no end without you
My heart weighted down with melancholia
The spleen given over to asthenia
Empties its own sense of loss on to me, too.

Sometimes I revisit this bistro
Over a coffee I remain...

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THE AMERICAN DILEMMA 
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



There was a time when the town crier spread the news
Terse, straight, unfiltered, unbiased with no personal views
Alas, those times have disappeared into days of yore
We now have more news thrown at us than ever before
From sources sworn to be...

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Rendering facts to black and white
leaves little room for shades of gray.
And stubbornness leads to a fight;
when neither of us will give way.

As shouts instigate a ruckus,
anger regurgitates stale lies.
And when patience abandons us,
we don't hold back till someone cries.

Feelings flare under verbal fire;
fueled by...

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Eden pedestalled
On burnished clouds of dawn
Is dew melted famished leaves.
Diamond visions
In our bright dreaming glory,
Bolt castle doors flaming grief.

That heaven is gone
We were too far gods to know;
We wear pearls now, frozen tears
Of soft sufferings.
It's all we know of love's grace:
Time's mortal beauty shines still....

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MEDIA blah blah blah

pixels preened
behind the screen
                  bovine’s masticating cud
               meadows buzz
  ...

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Day peppered 
With expectant hope for tomorrow
Meanders each angle and crook
A thrusting inferno igniting  
Dormant banks of bordering crags  
Unimagined prospects
And you are part of me
Like wave to sea

Night exposed 
With starry expectation for another hour
Reaches each slant and abode
A tranquil warmth soothing
Troubled...

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A bitter rind of sorrow encapsulates my heart:
it insulates; 
it separates.

Insensitive the laughing throng 
regurgitates their song,
unknowing and uncaring,
blindly shoving me along.

A bitter rind of sorrow encapsulates my heart.

Copyright, 4/28/2014
Faye Gibson...

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3 of every 4 creatures on earth
Are insects, now you know
Why hordes of damn mosquitoes
Pester and bug you so

They sow their seeds of mayhem
As we sit in the summer sun
Being annoyed by these tiny bugs
Till finally we get up and run

After a house fly eats...

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Picasso of contemporary literature...
Sestinas and Plantouns, fiiled with imageries,
These fluorescent poems, alive and talking.

Bethoven's concertos, silent and buried.
Triolets and haikus, mottled the pages with music;
They sing to the audience of poetry.

Robert Frost, in his zenith,
Longing to hear poetic language,
Regurgitates words onto the skies of the...

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Why in the World?

I asked myself, 
"Why in the world did God create earthquakes and tsunamis?
There is such devastation, tragedy, lost lives, horrific suffering.

And then, I knew.
Long ago, before man populated the earth,
Before men developed metropolitan areas upon the ocean shore,
When mother earth was free...

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