I'm learning not to embrace the frantic chase.
With things that are fleeter than me.
For things that wish not to be found.
For things that yearn to weave me to the frozen ground.
I'm learning to receive, graciously.
The things that may make you bleed.
Like love surrounded by white-hot fire.
Truth encased in blue blotted briar.
Peace is always worth the harshest sacrifice.
That doesn't mean I'll no longer engage.
To be that grand, golden giver.
It doesn't mean I've become a bitter quitter.
I'm still very much in the game.
I just lost the desire to keep score.
I'll be dispensing energy and shine more frugally.
Keeping company with dreams and gentle things.
Dodging the brutes and stained-glass boars.
Things that breathe just to bite and sting.
I pray the universe invites me to sample.
Its graceful rhythm and purity.
Of that sweet-sweet final sleep.
A lovely view - overflown!
Spared of, and safely
All violent-sounding tempests.
Spoiling sidewalks' hush.
The most restful - to a bird!
That high! That aloof!
All sentiment towards brutes
As can aside brush.
The doors are closed to those who need most that which is inside.
The palms hurt, The slamming, the banging, no easy knocking.
When it has finally opened to those who were once calm and gentle,
They enter being brutes.
Blossom Monyei the Bleeding Pen.
I'm a fearless warrior. Should I not kill?
With my skill and will, I till every hill.
Amidst moral rifts, I have my mission.
I'm the monarch. I make my decision.
Like lions and tigers, I show aggression.
There is a progression in my vision.
I am loyal like the domestic brutes.
My virtuous deeds have their moral roots.
I cannot afford losing my esteem.
Doesn't each slender sunbeam have a gleam?
'Catch as catch can' be a part of my game.
Should each goodness fit into a frail frame?
One night, in the famous Amazon Rainforest
held its first “Mr. or Miss Venomous Quest,”
Goals of the search were for entertainment and fun
catered to all diurnal brutes who’re sad without the sun.
Nocturnal animals hosted an amusement battle
where the chosen team-representatives will wrestle,
They put up a wrestling ring under an oak tree
for all spectators could clearly view or see.
Invited judges were two birds from the west
who’ve the biggest eyes among the animals in the forest
They were Mr. and Mrs. Owls of Nocturnal Village
who married after one of them took advantage.
Loud cheers filled the air during that night
Judges’ wide eyes were as bright as the moonlight
Before the serpent has been bitten by the scorpion,
Strangled by her pinchers, she was declared champion!
She hung fat on a citrus tree,
sprouting like a hip jut,
like the tall grass and itch weed.
The sweating sun drunk her up and splaid ‘er bare,
sliced her clean open before
the pecking birds could close in.
An orchard is a sea side,
so if the ships could, they would
swashbuckle the great ocean of trees
and lick the seafoam of blossoms that
sprayed upon their greedy lips.
Instead their rusted Volkswagens
watch at bay from the back roads.
The pickup trucks mouth the days
till the ripe time.
Young navel, that oil green coat
doesn’t fit like it used to, and summer’s the
kinda lover who licks at your skin.
So when the men come with the topaz winds,
with their sunken buckets and gall,
should it be you who dip into the wharf
of their palm? Should it be you who bows
down, who twirls for those brutes who
like them too soft, too soon?
An orchard is a seaside,
stretched thinner than the thick of here.
So when you begin to seep,
to wrinkle and prune.
When you, filled with your many months
fall at the Earth’s hip,
amongst the tall grass and itch weed.
Will they not see your beauty then,
Is the fruit not sweetest rotten?
An act-as-they-wish guarantee
Leads brutes to think they’ll tread on me
But I too have rights
And might eschew fights
If backed by a fair referee
It awes me so to stand, pen and paper quivering in my hands;
My solemn river of a mind’s been shaken by the quaking land.
It seems to me worthwhile to mention, the city’s filled with wild tension.
Bands of townsfolk speak with me in quiet, anxious pension.
Beside me sits a clan of in-laws, clad in dampened purple plaid
Who say the conflict rising now is worse than what they’ve ever had.
I feel great sorrow hearing tales of how such tragedy came to be,
A woman to my left so kindly illustrates for me;
“Our culture’s driven further day by day,” she says, “and now we pray
That we shall see it once again. Those thieves are taking joy away.
With us I hope cheese-rights shall stay, with us forever longer
Perhaps ,with luck, those brutes will meet a death by faithful monger.”
It aches my heart to see the passion passing through the south,
And knowing it’s caused bodies piling at the river’s mouth.
The soldiers lay now, mangled bodies in the ancient streets,
It's safe to say that past today, tradition shan’t repeat.
Though it's a shame to say the rights are gone, its sadly true
But through the blue they shall renew; Now Tom, it's back to you!
Gremlins are in my tooth today
Chipping it out causing decay.
The ache is getting much more worse
My bottom tooth hurts where they lurk.
Can hear those critters laugh and play
Jaw and neck aches more everyday.
Strong painkillers don't help ease it away
The gremlins deeper digging is well under way.
They channel a tunnel toward the root
These tiny things are merciless brutes.
The gremlin grim fairy waits nearby
I'm on the verge of wanting to cry.
The gremlins spread their infectious rot
Taking over with their uninvited squat.
A visit to the dentist is my only hope
If it goes on much longer I shan't cope.
Sitting back in his chair he shines a light
They screamed I swear, it serves them right.
Antibiotics is the first course of action
And told I won't need a tooth extraction.
I am relieved and happy, maybe a little smug
I can beat these gremlins teeth robbing bugs.
Drilling and a filling was done a week later
I'm grateful and thankful to my tooth saving saviour.
20.10.23
Alas, in sports, circumstances looking grim
But, help spewed forth, this day,by installed clowns.
To be born a woman, comes forth a new spin?
You decrepit menaces of DC town!
Gigantic males, may compete in their games.
Female dummies will be used in crash tests?
Brutes, who tower over them with no shame
Female equity shining at is best??
True, we may not win trophies anymore.
Let’s see macho trans-men giving birth?
While females,dishonored in a crash-car?
Devoid of a single human on earth.
Note
Representative DeLauro…suggested female
dummies in crash cars. As if those used now,
were males?
Idea suggested to De Lauro(D)…..by:
The Prince of East Palestine:
Crown Prinnce, Peter Buttigieg
4/21/2023
Gargoyles of deepest night in an island strangest
Preys of mangled bodies they can't digest
Rounded, popping eyes craving with long nails
Caveats of animals eating their own flesh
Villains of Capeesh roaming as beasts
On tables and floors, scratched and feasts
Gobbling maudlin juices of live carmine
Spilling on throat and skins of grapevine
Brutes of cursed and mythical roots
Flutes of cold bodies tootling in boots
Carcasses of narcoleptic nerves in tears
Taunted and pierced by tusks and smears
Magic moon boots
Like walking on air
Recent trail recruits
Hopping over rocks
Nimble on the roots
Easy on the feet
Not big heavy brutes
Sporting some flair
Maybe not with suits
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a Magic9, H/T to Melani Udaeta's Without a Trace for the form and a much better example
Rhyme scheme is abacadaba, no constraints on syllables or meter
Got some new Altra trail boots for hiking - pretty sweet!
"Governor" Pritzker has a plan.
There will be no cash bail for the criminal clan.
The arsonist, murderer-kidnapper, and
garden-variety brutes are in celebration.
From beyond his gated walls, he boasted
that this will make citizens safer.
Pritzker has planted land mines in the community garden.
Innocents will be forced to do the weeding,
Lock and load, my friends. Pray if you must.
The purge begins on New Year's Day.
see {Safe-T act}
the sugar-coated jasmine sigh
breeds jealousy - bellicose-blue sky.
sunflowers vastly disappear in ash -
the yellow beauties pure joy
immortalize in dearth.
Brutes, take your hands off the yellow-blue flag!
Townsfolk stand tall with vultures' dissection.
They hide their pride in each cranny and crag.
Beasts never share in Ukraine's affection.
blue and yellow twine
unraveled by dirty cats -
shadows in darkness
4/12/2022
A combination of forms:
Crystalline- Kimo- Quatrain- Haiku
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
HowManySyllables & Rhymezone used
Shall I see the burden take how can it ever shake
Color me hue so hurt sadden and blue
Half lies so trues seldom denials
Closed minds Open Hearts
Colors of truths duty bound awaken by brutes
Shall I see harvesting absolutes planning the truth
Shallow breath~
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