silvered waves glisten on choppy sea
peek-a-boo moonbeams enchant me
How merciful the is Neptune
that we must travel the sea
does Poseidon make the waters
choppy might man wish to
conquer the seas
As woman treats the world horrible
might she find a lover then
she'll smile
Vishwakarma ,ay bless the ship maker
only for Neptune to curse him
the ship stands tall in the what are cat tails
to drift into the stream
through the creeks and rivers
and out to the sea.
The shoots of cattails
resemble the taste
smiles when mentioned
marvels the taste
Written by.
Anogus Cervitious Tristan VI
Cheetah and Cattails
Canadain Suppers
" A Lieu Des Putes"
written by; First Ledger
of 88 Keys
"Danker Dew Most"
sampled with permission
from Gurgler Music
flutes First
aarages the strangs
choppy and cold river, white foam is gathering as if it has been in a blender
there is no sound this morning, no bird speak, no crickets, it is silent
I dipped my hand into the water, it was freezing like a frozen halibut.
A peanut butter cup made its way to my mouth, I tasted salt and chocolate
I could smell fish this morning, a dead bass or bluegill, most probably.
Oh, dear reader
of short-line
poems,
are you, like me,
short of breath?
Have you tried
to read
my short-shift stuff,
with ever so
short-lines,
Aloud?
It's sad to say
it sounds
a tad choppy!
Like it's,
ridin' on
bobbin' seas,
sailing into
a head-wind
over the air-ways.
It rollicks along
with carriage returns,
unwinding,
flowing freely
from margins
set tight,
to waterfall.
Sad to say,
I'm done with it!
For me personally,
a poem
is just a thought,
a heady
daydream fling,
until its read,
Out-Loud!
I sit and stare beyond what's there, besides
"The oval window, a portal to another dimension".
It drags the moon's eclipse off the sun's circle
to show an ellipse with twin foci, in two dimensions not one.
The tension woven into its shape shrouds a duality,
a flip-flop state, steeped in,
and reeking with ambivalence.
An oval coracle holding on,
rocking in choppy seas.
Therein lies a worm hole,
where logic warps to both sides, here and now, together,
where light bends, twists refracts to an oval rainbow,
where time stands still, then back-tracks
to before, to way, way back when,
and on to now and then.
An oval belies uncertainty,
spiraling like sand,
down in an hour-glass
down the plug-hole, down into the sink below,
collected in an oval coracle,
an egg yet to hatch.
From the outside it might look like my life has improved,
But in spite of how I like to be viewed,
I’ve never had to bite my tongue as often as I have in these last few months.
Just gotta chew on my words like food.
On the Southside of the city view,
The lights on the water shifted reflecting off the choppy grooves,
The night stopped by and gave me an eye.
Like my mother,
Tonight disapproved.
Tomorrow too,
Or at least I’ll assume.
For all the loud fights with myself,
I still feel awfully removed,
Almost asleep behind the lights because living lively is living like a ruse.
Take me as a bite,
Chew on my words for a while,
Spit out the waste as your cheeks grow full.
Taste the bile,
Brew on the thoughts for a while,
Hints of a sorry guile pace meekly on your tongue.
The push,
And the pull.
These high waters are worse than choppy
Scary roller coasters they copy
Our vessel tossed like a sailboat
We can barely stay above or afloat
This storm is the worst I’ve ever seen
It makes my stomach feel green
I am too ill to primp or preen
Tossed and turned like a kidney bean
I have a guitar string heart
You plucked the
Strings and healed the
Scars
I have a guitar string heart
You’re the one who came and healed my
Scars
I was used to being abandoned at
The corner of a wall
When you came
Along and-
Plucked my strings and closed
The wounds
Never would I have
Imagined you
My heart was broken into pieces
And left alone
I was torn but
Then you-
Plucked my strings and closed
The wounds
And this song is sounding
Choppy and
That’s because of
You
You make my heart stutter
When you’re in
The room
Pain is all Around,
My head is pounding,
Static noise surrounding me.
Like horns sounding,
Symphonies of energies.
Rippling through Eternity,
Having their way with me.
A vessel on this choppy sea,
Thrashing and crashing about.
Trying to scream,
I shout,
No sound comes out.
Only waves of commotion,
Invoking more E-motion,
Trapped in this Ocean.
And it keeps growing,
Overflowing,
Throwing me,
Into a state,
I can't relate.
I can't think straight,
I let it all go,
Embracing my fate.
Listening,
I wait.
Static of crashing waves,
Digging up graves.
Buried,
Within my brainwaves.
Santa's reindeer were in preparation,
training for the big occasion,
getting themselves in top condition
for their Christmas Eve expedition.
But on this particular Christmas,
Rudolph was experiencing pain and stiffness.
Santa worried about his fitness
and a noticeable lack of swiftness.
X-rays showed Rudolph had a leg fracture,
so he was temporarily put out to pasture;
and seeing as the winds were rather choppy,
Santa delivered presents in a flying jalopy.
My Head is pounding,
Static noise surrounding,
Everything I see.
Like Horns sounding,
Symphonies of energies,
Rippling through eternity.
Waves of the Choppy Seas,
Having their way with me.
Thrashing and crashing about,
Trying to scream,
No sound comes out.
Drowned out,
Splashing about,
Outside motion,
Creating a commotion.
Invoking the emotion,
Trapped in the ocean.
That keeps growing,
Throwing me,
Into a state,
I can't relate.
I don't think straight,
Embracing my fate,
Sitting, listening I wait,
Head pounding away,
The static of crashing waves,
Digging up Graves,
Burried within brainwaves .
Harris and Trump hit the stage
At stake is the next US president
The debate was filled with rage
The debate was filled with torment
It was like watching a tennis match
With each participant taking shots
Back and forth we watched the barbs hatch
Back and forth each tried to connect the dots
Harris let her racket do the talking
While Trump defended the ball in his courts
The participants were mocking and rocking
The participants built word forts and false reports
Harris wasn't perfect and neither was Trump
But you can see clearly which one looked the part
Both party's stars are looking to triumph
Both party's stars are pledging a fresh start
Time and time again we hear campaign dreams
So it comes down to which candidate you believe in
Which candidate has less Pinnochio inseams
Which candidate you want to win
On November 5th the votes will be cast
And of importance, our American welfare is at stake
So think it over and be true and steadfast
So think it over and make ... no mistake
connie pachecho
9/11/24
The threat of rain’s kept folks away,
But out here by the river,
The sparrows flock when I sit down,
To see what I’ll deliver.
I never feed them, but I guess
That other humans do
And so they hop around my bench
In case some crumbs I’ll strew.
When minutes pass, they flit away
To find another source
As I gaze out at choppy waves
While feeling no remorse.
In fall its leave color browish red and orange
Oak tree nature meaning occult
Ever think of owning
sapplings known as oaklings
Oaklings somewhat oak like
I have seen Oarfish
I certainly oufgushed
I hail from Oaktown.
I dress flashy some say obscenely,
I am a sailor obviously.
The floor boards of mysail boat,oaky.
No problem for me okey.
Sailing on the Pacific ocean,
The seas are choppy and open.
In the ocean you will see oarweed.
To find my perfect oasis
I have no obang.
Over the rocky terrain
Over the mountains high
Over the choppy seas
Onward we struggle by
Still we brave the day
Still we stand and fight
Still we forge ahead
Onward through the night
With passion we live our lives
With honor we ever grow
With hope we dream our dreams
Onward and upward we go
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