Best Splicing Poems
Image if one will, a field where paper roses grow,
Each color an emotion, it's variations symbolic to
Feeling felt, and yet expressed.
Compositions of love letters, shaped into delicate
Blossoms, growing or dieing within the fragile human
Heart.
A unique species of floral design, enchanting the
Raw essences of it's creator, with a mystical fragrance
All it's own.
Passions spice crimson red, romantic sensuality
A white splicing with reds undertow.
Blues calming peaceful shades of hew,
and a navy's hardened edge exposing devotions
Everlasting love in beauty's open petals of the divine.
A golden sunflower opens wide, a visions friendship flower,
Seeds cast to the fertile soil beneath the kindred of humanity.
Compassion's evergreen bouquet,
So many multitudes of description,
It is impossible to describe all,
For change is the one constant rhythm
Of life itself.
Death's black rose, a crumbling love letter that melts away,
A disintegration of thoughts emotion unto the river of dust.
Not completely forgotten,
Living only by memory's remembrances,
Of past echoes,
Left alive in shadows contrasting shades faded by time.
Fragile is the human heart, made of crystal glass,
Shattering easily to the touch, if handled to roughly.
But even more delicate are the emotions held within,
A prism of reflections.
It's light leads to the inner garden of the spiritual soul,
Where the paper roses do grow.
Imaginations field of wonders, thoughts glorious
Bouquet of possibilities to draw from.
A limitless expressive well, for the poet's ink pen,
Lightly dripped onto the empty page of white,
To write upon, vivid are these roses to the poetic heart.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
You feel your body falling in blackness.
You snatch your shoulder to the right.
The nausea stops.
The bottomless pit is hell.
Do not enter the midnight.
Up in the window, stands a coyote.
His teeth are bared in detestation.
He howls his satanic verses.
Abomination is his curse.
Do not confront this animal.
Life fades.
Humankind is mentally dead.
They have goaded the animals with the splicing of human brain.
A dog walks with the persona of man.
Do not speak to him.
In the hollow of a tree with leaves as a covering, lies a wolf.
Her teeth are gleaming as she slyly looks.
She stands and yowls her satanic verses.
Atrocity is her hatred.
Do not attack.
Run as fast as you can.
Satan is on a journey to win.
Shout for the Holy Spirit to enter.
Abhor venerating the regards of our creator.
Do this to be save.
Satanic verses you hear in the howls and yowls of the pacts.
They speak in tongue about your nicks and knacks.
Purloins humankind has become by affronting the world the omnipotent formed.
The great divided is no more.
Satanic verses are the faunas’ voices.
Beware the midnight!
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Penned on May 27, 2014!|
I deserve to know the blueprints of my eyes...
You deserve to know why the rose dies...
I want to know God's compromise...
You shall know how Love writhes...
Your eyes were designed to see death...
I see the world, I see life, I taste breath...
You see suffering, you taste soul falleth...
I witness love wonderful, I feel God speaketh...
You mistaketh moments, for Eternity's birth,
you confuseth care, for justice calleth...
Do my eyes lieth, teach the Devil's spelleth...
Your eyes dreams distorteth,
they corrupteth what your heart seeketh...
Why must the rose dieth...
So to live truth pureth...
What truth does the rose liveth...
All that cometh in the Shadow, expresseth in the Shadow, of the Shadow passeth...
God's compromise your eyes spilleth,
revealeth risk righteous...
God gambled with the grave, to spawn spirit, to sow soul rebellious...
God fell for Freedom, shattered Itself for the stars, for the sake of raw consciousness...
What does God searcheth for, does God great pain possess...?
God seeketh heat in ice, pursueth pain in living purpose...
Is God the Architect of Good and Evil consequence...?
God is wise and weeping wilderness,
the lust of creative intelligence...
God compromised His eternal innocence...?
God became a diamonded metamorphosis,
panoramic pulse in prowling permanence...
Does Love not make life real...
Death makes life real, as love makes you feel,
so too, death be your soul's appeal
for self sacrificing survival,
to endure the relentless ritual of mind vital...
Is Love a prisoner of prophecy unlawful...
Love is captive of a curse called carnal,
you see, Love is a procreative energy primal,
flesh fanging nerves of the physical,
exhilaration of ego inflamed emotional,
atomic sparks splicing matrix mental...
My heart is designed to see Life total,
I am a fire fed by faith phenomenal...
Take me, to where Love learns no more
of suffering heartbeats sore,
to where the sky wants no more of thunder galore...
I cannot take you to where God need not explore...
J.A.B. 03-12-2025
The ritual, started with the influence of scarecrows
They taunt, they slyly work their way through a spell
Their eyes glow, they have razor teeth waiting for flesh
Human flesh is their delicacy, eating straight through hell
Yellow is their color, power is from the fires below
Destroying, casting, waiting for the atrocities of night
Keeping promises, promises of death and destruction to all
Opening nothing but the gates, the gates of hell tonight
Passersby that wander, they love to grasp their souls
And cause evil splicing, to pounce on their somber innocence
Unlike the witches that come by, irritating they are
For they compete, to take away the stock of the human sense
Jack-O-Lanterns surround, the scarecrows concentrate
And the crows, they love the night’s evil of departed souls
Tombstones move, underneath the soil becomes very loose
And out comes the nature of the spells, the hurtful ghouls
Evil lives, alive and free this night of Halloween, fear abounds
Love is not safe, it will not save you under the moon’s glow
The fire rages, carries over the temperament of death
They all dance, dance to the rhythm of hells fury below
Russell Sivey
Words are Going Missing
Words are going missing……and no one seems to care!!
Red lined!! Redacted!!! Clandestinely subtracted!!
Their meanings have been undermined
to alter documents - long signed
cater to the lunacy
that altered words will set us free.
Words are being conjured…gene splicing gone awry
because our conversations may be heard by passersby,
someone may be offended
because our language wasn’t blended
certified as neutralized
words no longer “Super Sized”.
Words are being muffled….silenced by the mob
demanding that we serve them – fresh corn- without the cob.
Words are being “weaponized” – the arming of perception
a conversational “Cold War” – exchanges of deception.
Words are going missing……gaps upon the pages
trapped within this horror…….a poet’s heart still rages.
John G. Lawless
12/1/2015
Built to take the abusive raqueteering
punishment unleashed upon me
by human beings
Towering around those agile people
so quick of foot and strong of arm
with blood sweat, and testosterone raging
Black rubber ball scuffs pure white painted walls
a dash here, a strike there, a record good or bad
but each a mark of personal aptitude from a player
Highly varnished wooden floors sit at my foot
Echoing squeaks and thumps from trainers around vast cells
where contenders choose to be imprisoned
Supportive friends often stand outside courts cheering on
While racquets wave, splicing the air repeatedly
Until game over, exhausted and calmer pair remove shoes then vacate
Will this leave me in peace again
or will it mean my services are further required today
Just what is on my timetable and for how long my working life?
HEY MONSANTO
Hey Monsanto how much did you pay
mother nature to look the other way?
Did you stuff her purse full of dough
to lobby God for GMO's?
By splicing pesticides into grains
you're poisioning the food chain.
What harms insects harms humans too
people are just like bugs to you.
You program future seeds to die
to control the food supply.
There's famine in the seed you sow
and hunger in the crops you grow.
We can see the mutant strains
invading through the fruited plains.
You're the plague upon the crops
and the blight that must be stopped.
Your lawyers say farmers steal
when winds blow your seeds on their fields.
You'd sue the wind, sun and sky
to control the food supply.
Hey Monsanto don't you know
you will reap just what you sow.
Evil minds can only yield
bitter fruits and barren fields.
The winds of change are everywhere
and storms of protest in the air.
There will come a harvest time
when you must pay for all your crimes.
Rosy rains still keep dapping on me, rippling into me, trickling in me
My sentiment and sentimentality set into sediment like descending haze
Settled, stagnated, then crystalized into concrete and constant gaze
Gaze from adrift to assured, from timid to fuss-free
Where her long-winded Hebe falls upon my sensuous serendipity
My short-winded romance catches upon her contagious catholicity
Through and o'er million-mile-long cascade of rains
Romance-woven, rose-waved, rushing curtain after curtain
My gaze meets the Grace of Venus' veins
Venus' veins from blear to clear, from confused to certain
Splicing and brightening each inspiring spot
Along each dimensionality of the whole universe
So perfectly the vast vivacity fits into my sensorial slot
That my everything rhymes and roils with its magnificent verse
Far and wide anacampserote describes
Far and wide rosy tides arise
From the perigee of my sights to the aphelion of her skies
From the margin of my mind to the adytum of her vibes
Harking back to earlier path strewn with romances of royal grith
Hearkening forward to future favors featuring our millennial myth
Reachable osculation, ne'er has remote oneirism so uncannily overlapped
Raying reality, ne'er has rainy romance so snugly wrapped.
A cosmic clash of epic force
Split Tiamet like brittle thread
Nibiru hugged its distant course
Propelling moons to gnaw and shred
Kingu marveled at what was formed
Asteroids shed from that vast orb
The watery giant was transformed
Leveling as third to absorb
Many long elliptic passes
Tugged Nibiru over ages
Until those once noble gasses
Failed to impede starlight rages
Over this time the shard revolved
Taking shape as the oceans churned
The sun ensured the rock evolved
Microbes cracked until life returned
Expelled from the Nibiru throne
Alalu jumped to explore Earth
While he ventured the slice alone
He found metal of precious worth
At last the solution was found
To save them from the harsh daylight
Fragments of gold if spread around
Would shelter Nibiru’s grave plight
The new king Anu sent his son
To work his wisdom to flourish
Igigi ships loped as they spun
While miners jabbed deep to nourish
The Anunnaki soon rebelled
Their fate of hellish work and toil
A plan was hatched to force them quelled
New primitives should pull the coil
Enki tripped the genetic gun
Splicing the double helix code
Our ancient line had just begun
Demanding that we haul their load
At last the life goddesses tired
Of the chore of birthing the clones
Genetic changes were required
To allow our own labor moans
The Igigi succumbed to lust
Swooping down to mate with the slaves
Enlil pondered their breach of trust
This threat shall be deluged by waves
Graciously Enki warned one man
To gather the seeds of all life
Nibiru yanked our fragile span
Tossing the seas with driving strife
Once the flood waters receded
Kingship descended from the stars
Eager gods learned we were needed
Sinai rebuilt upon the scars
Marduk groaned with greedy power
Seeking to build a rival port
Enlil grasped this Babel tower
Condemning them in holy court
The gate of god was crushed outright
Striking our enlightenment down
Forcing Marduk to flee from sight
Till he seized his Egyptian crown
Sinai hungered the jealous god
With hopes to steal the path to space
So they launched a fatal petard
Baalbek wiped out without a trace
At last the minions awaken
To crush the repression they face
Amen-Ra remains unshaken
Even by our haste to erase
I stoked every fire echoing into the mouth of arthritis?
A rhyming balm develops epileptic quasar fear?
If so, will he enter arbitration “Sold Out”?
Sleep wills She to cocoon beside you, Artemis?
Resplendent fallow flowers ecstasy coriander?
Do we sate the moons of Jupiter?
Funnel Now beyond we murks dilating clouds gyrating?
I need love like our drama needs psychosis?
You remind it to aero, dowager, misty care that casts off where?
Are they splicing cylindrical a lone fire there?
Will baby’s breath copula and inhale the death throes’ stare?
Does it resist and pre-exist and alter this “it's fair”?
She shall unwittingly play Duo, and I the tambourine savior?
Commit dune larks command speech donkey knives fine dream eyeing?
You know how to reveal this delicious Necronomicon?
For the efficient haven't need of heat?
That crack in her skull’s provisionally neat?
If only a soapy mouth were The Key to the ATM Machine?
Did they witness the machination of roses pinwheel like Gene Kelly?
Can a joke slit a garrulous throat?
Do somnolent cars fill up on dark shofars?
How do caravans we collate solace in that Field of Mine?
If they nod will it She while on this turn, southbound daffodil urn?
Are we fish Absalom?
Crib conspirators he marshes in poison?
Anachronic foils arsenic royales docile incomplete Iliad catacombs?
Burning salad oceans?
And if only he and this nickel could…fight?
Wishing jamboree sipped on this wood and night?
This toe of Talos—all that’s palindrome—he will ignite?
Splicing up time, a reflection did appear.
Cross my heart stick a needle in my eye.
These things I saw before us, you and I.
I tell you the truth, and I will pinky swear.
Your great lusts will be leveled in despair.
You will watch and witness a greater lie.
You will pine and pine to no avail so cry.
You will be emptied of your just and fair.
So carry this torch and pass it on,
Feel the flames and feel them sear,
For you have been branded a pawn.
So listen up because your time is here.
Great goodness was once your friend,
Your no nots do not mix a pure blend
(R) Registered: 2013 Ann Rich
("Perception/Reality Merit Badge" #62, 2015, original oil)
Smoke and Mirrors
Amid the flux
Of shimmering sound and vision
Someone is lying
Is it your eyes
Is it your ears
Is it those pulling the levers
And splicing the tapes
Or is it all of the above?
In the end
It’s not the lying that matters
Since that’s what senses
And people do
It’s the believing
That will get you in trouble
Every time.
(8/14/24
He's a disgrace to the Red Duster someone said:
don't say anything or he will slash you, he warned,
puking over you like a sea of spray upon a proud rock
or to stab you with a marlin spike as if splicing a wire
rope: doubting which he would do this was certainly true.
One in four, one in four
Casualty rate, a quarter of all
The seaman hunched over supported by sone under bone,
he was rhythmically sick, wrenching a regular as the waves,
waves, as uniform as a River Dart steamer's pistons in Devon,
as he swayed in the breeze like the British blood Red Duster.
One in four, one in four
Casualty rate, a quarter of all
Until Putin yesterday - until today no British Arctic medal
Britannia just swabbed her salty tears away with ol'
Red Duster anger now being assuaged as 'Justice'
sails into the haven of heaven with Mercantile Men
a decade or so ago yet their families' pride will remember
One in four, one in four
Casualty rate, a quarter of all
Some under the Red Duster were so foreign too
whether Chines or Muslims remember them too
if on the frostbite convoys they sailed too, then medals
for them or their families too defeating the evil of Fascism
One in four, one in four,
Casualty rsate, a quarter of all
Remember, remember this day, twenty-six of February 2013
as 'Justice' had her day in the Court of Humanity for the
One in four, one infour,
Casualty rate, a quarter of all!
The bruises and burns
From her cooking and washing pots and pans
Her former hands, so dainty and soft
Have now become coarse and calloused
Scars from knives on her hands and her thighs
Cuts from slicing dicing and splicing
Several produce and foods to provide nourishment for you
Yet you disregard her efforts and don't appreciate her when due
Wives, daughters and sisters everywhere
We were always seen as the 'weaker sex'
But we rose and fought our best
To be admired and looked upon with respect.
We succeeded and made the world realise
That women aren't only knowledgable kitchen-wise
We have gifts talents, achievements and dreams
Which makes the world better more than. those can believe.
Happy Women's day to all my wonderful females
We are worth more than rubies and are as competent as the males
I'm proud of all of you for the battles you fought
Let your smile shine brightly like a beacon come forth.
Happy Women's Day
I’ve heard it said . . . our future is in peril and deadly danger
Those close to us are listening, to the whispers of a stranger
The Word of God lies hidden, in the depths of cold despair
Lying buried under lies and hate
Deceit hangs in the air!
I’ve heard it said . . . that bankers are a privatised cartel
Hold monopoly on our futures, past and present times as well
Write the policies of the World, through corrupted CEO’s
But we’ve been down that road before
That’s just the way it goes!
I’ve heard it said . . . A President elect, is what is needed
A parasite or paedophile, twisted jokers unimpeded
Both hands are drawn, unholy as voters standing vexed
Voters drenched in cold abandon
As zombies standing hexed
I’ve heard it said . . . pandemics are caused by EMR
Evidence of 200 years lends proof they do so far
From recent Star wars project days, Musks satellites laid low
To Bob the Duck and Quantam Baby
Radar and radio
I’ve heard it said . . . New Babylon is surely on the cards
A collusion of musicians, choose to play the Devils bards
Bloodcurdling revelations, sacrificial lambs to savour
Iniquitous borne melodies
To trade for Satans favour
I’ve heard it said . . . RFID’s the only chip we’ll need
A Beastly brand of ownership, to mark the Devils seed
The cadence upon the wind Lord, as it rolls
Unknowing next for whom
The Bell it Tolls
I’ve heard it said . . . our leaders calling out for martial Law
Agenda 30’s rapid rise to being, without a flaw
Shadow governments pulling strings on all our borders
Screams of Angels drowned beneath
Our New World Orders
I’ve heard it said . . . the authors of the codes aren’t flying blind
Re-splicing of Mans D.N.A is foremost in their minds
A pocket full of posies, all fall down
Culling virus’s prevail
As we slowly drown
I’ve heard it said . . . our prayers alone are the only comforts left
Our souls He’s dealt a losing hand, the Lords love stands bereft
Armageddon’s on the horizon, End of Times
Our future in the making reeks
Of ancient nursery rhymes