Trump Being Calice
Trump has been crusty and also chalice;
Seems to be smothered with much malice;
He burns bridges;
Tips over fridges;
Deadly as poison in a competitor's chalice.
Jim Horn
Categories:
calice, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
flores azuladas que se basan
las piedras negras que ruedan
zarcillos verde y sinuosas
ella se convierte
en una roco
del amor
virgins are delivering
en los rincones oscuros
que estan midiendo
el oceano
con el calice el la sangre
Categories:
calice, allusion,
Form: I do not know?
There are things in my life that have been stripped from me
Things held precious to my heart
And the calice grows thicker with the passing years
As I watch my hopes and dreams depart
I never intended to make pain a friend
Or laugh at the tears falling from my eyes
But now my heart forgets what its
suppose to feel
And my mind can't reason why.
I think I'm falling deeper
Into the pit of misery dwelling inside of me
And the weight of despondency crushing my heart
How can I ever be free
I think I can live apart from you
I think the loneliness I can survive
But to live without hope and a chance to love
That weight I can't abide.
Categories:
calice, angst,
Form: Rhyme
Bent over, holding my guts again
Begging God to remove this pain
This old heart, how much can it take
Is there an end where it no longer breaks
Sleepless nights, within this empty room
With the reckless thoughts , my head consumes.
The calice thickens, I bury the hurt down deep.
Where the well has dried, yet i still weep
Tear my heart out god, Im tired of what i feel
Love to me just doesnt seem real
I hide alone in agony, no one sees me cry
Living out this misery , til the day I die
It was a lesson learned poorly, yet still I learned
Its just too damm bad, I still carry the burns
The internal bleeding, leaves no signs, no scars to see.
But a throbbing ache within, no one will ever see.
Categories:
calice, break up,
Form: Rhyme
I remember sadly days gone by
When tears like a river, shed from my eyes.
Of my regrets, there have been quite a few
And a deep price paid on the paths i'd
choose.
A family scattered, from here to there
Once a close-knit unit, now no one cares.
Kicked to the curb, and thrown under the bus,
I just live alone, with nobody left to trust.
The layered calice around my heart grows,
And whats locked away, only God and I know.
My mirror now shuns my morning gaze
Like me , its just waiting for the end of days.
Categories:
calice, depression
Form: Rhyme
I stretched my hands skyward
To let the mighty rushing wind
Swirl around my calice fingertips,
To let the pure amperage of the spirit
Course through my veins
To the innermost core of my soul.
The purging now begins.
All the noise, corruption, and daily assault on
my being,
Is internally being sifted from within
Until im washed clean and released.
Tears flow like a river down my naked
body,
Until they carry the waste of me to an ocean
of forgetfulness.
Renewed i give thanks to my creator
for what hes done for me
And now once again set free
I take the next step in my journey
Wherever his spirit shall lead.
Categories:
calice, spiritual
Form: Free verse
The natural state is
shameful.
The skin,
once smooth
now calice
drownding in rich fragrance and
creams
Hair is plucked, cut, shaped, and
trimmed.
Animal instincts our squashed
with regulation and normalness.
Our eyes seek, wishing to
pounce
But our hamstrings are cut;
unable to spring.
A human is what is told to be
There is no humaneness...
just an animal being
pampered by rosy makeup
Roots are buried
our skin is sinful
Few sane remain
frowned upon
by proper citizens who love
to demonstrate proper behavior.
Categories:
calice, angst, philosophy, visionary,
Form: Free verse