The vastness of it all mi
ancestors the shores of
pastel climbing beneath
my feet essence of Veneto
the wildness of black cherries
bluntness of plums strings
of grapes opened just so
found behind a glass of
Merlot singing lemoncello
crowding tastes buds through
rows of lemon trees crawling
olive branches sweeping the
stone ways a covenant of mi
Nonna dancing throughout
Rome mi ancestors Mason
Veneto builders an yet
cemeteries where religious
statues buildings tombstones
are crafted by the blood
of my ancestors hands
all over Italy the vastness
of it all remembering
mi Nonna remembering Rome
I cast these concepts
I cast these kernels
Kernels in my hand
Kernels in the clay
Clay of loam
Clay of words
Words to describe
Words packed
Packed with exegesis
Packed with strength
Strength of scavenging
Strength of crowd
Crowd of swarms
Crowd of staleness
Staleness with enthusiasm
Staleness with bluntness
Bluntness of prediction
Bluntness of demeanor
Demeanor with smile
Demeanor of delight
Delight in adventure
Delight of writing
Writing of nursery stories
Writing of poetry
Poetry from heart
Poetry for show
Show of pride
Show of faith
Faith in progression
Faith in aestheticism
Aestheticism in connoisseurship
Aestheticism of spirit
Spirit to convince
Spirit with zoanthropy
Zoanthropy from hysteria
Zoanthropy of diabolical
Diabolical in a cave
Diabolical of power
Power to rule
Power to deceive
Deceive with attempt
Deceive to mislead
Mislead unfair impression
Mislead into thinking
Thinking about calm
Thinking about success
Success isn't happiness
Success isn't wealth
Wealth
Happiness
Anguish when fragmented by helpless musings
Bluntness staggers like punches
Sluggish when cut by limitations
Elixers downed promising possibilities
Needing the energy bravery requires while
Crevices threaten the sagacity of age
Extinction in the rage of alzheimer's cage
Acrostic written March 1, 2023
Contest: A Forms and Words Challenge
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
To forgive seems hard to man
For the hurting sake seems so electrifying
To those that live in the town
Correction will make them align
The bastard amidst thy clan
May tease your patience of what love assigns
And sometimes gets you frown
The one once thought the best you can consign
Hearty bluntness and poignant sadness span
In rage with the beautiful orientation of thine
Staging a probation of dilemma arid plan
Forever together for peace to dine
By heart, you are made whole
With grace, you free the bound
Of blessings, you cure your soul
That your heart wears not beyond
Old feelings from the past,
Rekindled by a single thought
Hopefully not here to last.
My last heart has been bought.
My quick and simple solution,
Makes an insignificant impact
Stuck in a circle of confusion,
My own jealously is intact.
All the knives cutting me are blunt
But a particular blunt knife hurts
It's bluntness, in anger, makes me grunt.
This little heart of mine hasn't learnt.
By an Anonymous friend of mine.
Orange is reminiscent of the sound of thunder, of muted drums,
Dissonant in nature, like the call of distant, broken trumpets.
Severely caustic, rather scathing in its delivery of
A burning sound, crackling and popping, as if the
Brass breathed black embers...
Orange is a color that embodies a brutality,
A roughness and an edge that is
Unmatched by the RAINBOW.
And the other colors seem to halt and stare at its
Bluntness, its assertiveness and its ferocious voice,
Gravely and deep.
Orange is reminiscent of the sound of roaring trains
Emits a sort of glowing dominance, of arrogance--
Its sharpness of tone allows for precision and mastery.
It is more a color than the rest of the colors, for in its vibrancy
There is a youthful proclamation of hope that is gilded by
A solid realism. It hopes loudly but stoutly refuses prayer.
In orange's stoic presence, its voice like
Battering rams and clashing pans, it demand, no it
STEALS a presence. Yet in its arrogance, there is a
Resilience, a persistence, for
Orange is a color reminiscent of the Gods
And in its faults lies its power.
The ceiling fan that surveys the room
With its unbiased demeanour...
& sickening pace...
Mutters abuses to me...
As if it doesn't like my company...
But helpless that I'm...
I simply have to bear the bluntness...
Owing to the sweltering summer...
I can not imagine a life without its company....!
Have I looked upon the darkest hour
Cluelessly cleansing, experience dire
Renewed regret, taste of the flower
Cunning clever concoctions, now sour
Triggering a transformation by fire
Have I looked upon the darkest hour
With witty wings I flew, now I cower
Restless reasoning, ready to inquire
Renewed regret, taste of the flower
Tantalizing temptation takes power
Honestly only one thing that I desire
Have I looked upon my darkest hour
Written rhythm and rhyme I scour
Savvy sayings of saints, I don't tire
Renewed regret, taste of the flower
A blundering bluntness as I devour
Wicked witchcraft have I called sire
Have I looked upon the darkest hour
Renewed regret, taste of the flower
Penned 2/5/2013 by Wayland Bunch II
did this on phone so harder to see errors, which after checking barely today 2/13/13 were a lot lol, thanks guys for not mentioning them lol.
As I sit at the stroke of 3
In this lucubrator
And watch the flame of the candle flicker,
I sort through scraps of your heart
On old crumpled paper,
And listen to the hebetude
Of your written words
Promising me
Everything.
I feel a tear drop
From the corner of my eye
And land on the paper
Smearing the useless promises of the ink.
I take a hand full of the promises
And hold it just above the flame,
Boutefeu upon it.
I see the ink bubble
And watch as the paper turn darker
Till finally
Its nothing but ash.
As I burn the pile full of
Promises and dreams,
Written down for all to see…,
I also burn you
And everything you were to me.
For you were all a lie!
Lucubrator- a person who studies by night, or by candlelight.
Hebetude- dullness; bluntness; obtuseness; want of discernment.
Boutefeu- is a French word, and literally means “to set fire.”
Long travelled
am I,
amongst words
that have sailed
in and out of months
beyond the horizon
of years and age.
Set down
and scrolled out
in lexical identity
on parchment stane
quarried and carried
in the soft strom
of half light.
Earlier
I gave
a cursory nod
to the old man,
I had not considered then
that his solitary stature
would guide so many.
But his
aching, half arched frame
in washed out form,
guards entry
and signals the
traveller
of tides the
glimpse of long lost siblings.
And in your flatter
inflexion,
my attention drew,
to the obvious
island words,
that take shape
their derivative
prose.
Sung in angular
and Whale like form
their signature
icon denotes
my spiritual home.
And so,
the ellipsis
hidden from view
was always there,
its codified embodiement
still breathing amongst the living,
in you and I,
and all the seas
that ever were.
For time,
as with the bluntness
of Helgi’s flint like passion
…………the writing is on the wall
A small speck of dirt on my floor
is worse to me than brutal war.
Gritty grime and nauseous noises;
ruin Perfectly prime Poises!
Once you're put together we'll talk,
I'll watch your details like a hawk.
Oh, us early birds get the worm,
if you're late, you'll make me squirm!
Foul bluntness never held my charm,
radicals just cause all alarm...
Life should be like a golden scale,
Beautiful balance never fails!
Beth Watkins
ALIGN WITH YOUR STARS!!
06/05/11
A child's mind
One of the purest things on earth.
For they know not of lies,
or deceptions.
They speak the truth.
It's all they know.
They speak the truth
and often show
Bluntness isn't always malicious.
Matter of fact...
It can come in
Total innocence.
I deserve the truth
no lies
bluntness
tell me that you care
this isn't fair
I deserve the warmth of affection
the climax of emotions
the embrace of intertwine souls
I deserve a heart that pounds for my passion
good or bad times
I can count on you any time
is this love such a crime
if so tell me so I can find someone that will treat me better
"so speak now or forever hold your peace"
a quarter of a coin that flips
heads or tails
no life
just the breeze of freedom of speech
words that are conjunctions that flows with vivid taste
bold
no hidden facts
just the bluntness of truths
apolgetic for offending the characters of life but truth be told a lie equals the chains of no
return
no honesty
no loyality
just the scrapping and pounding of daggers, killing our heart
excessive content
maybe
but the world I paint: is from the toungues of of ripple words that portray a painting
do you want just a picture that's ugly?
no emotional feeling
no lines of truths
just the broken art of the imagination
Needle spinosity into my spine; whimper - whine, dine.
Bluntness on top of cattle heads, humans must be fed.
Spikelet tack - cork. Sage stuffing, serve with pork dead.
Hedgehogs and porcupines - sharp hairs, sharp quills.
Adam's-needle, blood drops drop. Axes - blood spills.
Chevaux-de-frise; comb a peg-tooth harrow.
Watch flights of the Spring-tooth sparrow.
Canine teeth bite the black birds, absurd.
Featheredge ones pull out,
Sharp teeth under a snout.
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