Nectarous taste would not surcease
in torture now that’s my showpiece;
I sit in a hard chair pallid,
there’s solace in something solid;
Give fine obeisance to the madness,
decayed memories savor sadness;
Such enmity in your answer,
the pinnacle of gross grandeur;
Your lotion now my nepenthe,
letting me drown so easily;
Rocking on this rickety porch,
that scent hits me like a blowtorch;
Alone, I want to be swaddled
in each moment that we bottled;
I’m locked in a living tomb
rusted with such a stale gloom;
Filthy stench, can you smell it?
Perfume for some to covet;
In a cataleptic state
circumvention seen too late;
Doppelgänger could not withdraw,
prose signed ‘Edgar Ravenclaw’.
Distancing does aid
To hide a veil of shame
Compartmentalize the sheep
To lull the wake to sleep
Unearthed the fled play dumb
Circumvention follows through
Big brother saves a piece
To call on those that eat the food
Take your shot or hit the road
When then will they stop the show?
For now the bitter wait
Knowing they'll control their fate
Common sense points to the past
This repeat came round so fast
The tree of liberty wilts and thirsts
Scornfully demanding it's great sacrifice
Steadfast the brave come clean
The upright seeming evil to the dim
Can't bargain with these fools
Common core has warped the fiends
Bears of Red just want your will
Stolen choices rot the soul
Taking aim against humanity
This great country will not fall prey
The devil's children of perdition led so far astray....
Now listen here, it is Happy New Year
A time resolutions are made
The best of intention, but I think circumvention
Will show once again we have strayed
I know it is true, the things that we do
To keep resolution alive
We know we will fail, good intentions will sail
Out the window, and take a nosedive
A new year has begun, it's time to have fun
Have a break from the year that's gone by
A quick jab or two, may just get us through
We kiss this lousy virus goodbye
Twenty twenty one, the old year on the run
We can hope that things will get better
If it goes the right way, we'll be able to say
Let's find lady luck and go get her
I’ve been deserted and forsaken,
relinquished and reawakened.
Renounced and completely vacated,
living a life intensely complicated.
In the throes of woes, I’m saturated.
No more time of sincere elation,
now only a lonely sensation.
To this pain shall I surrender?
I used to touch a hand so tender.
Now I’m an abdicated offender.
I’ve been abandoned, left to die,
no one said I must comply.
Though I’ve been pushed aside
there’s nowhere I can hide.
I’m chained up, arms tied.
Full of repudiation and rejection,
I lost life’s balanced connection.
I fear the worst has come to take
my one and only mistake.
From this nightmare I must awake.
Thrown over the reverie’s shore,
taken away from those I adore.
Disowned and insanely combusted
from all those that I trusted.
Now I’m the one mistrusted.
So I must renounce and give in.
I crave atonement for my sin.
Turn myself over to cruel intentions,
death shall come with circumvention.
I pray God comes with intervention.
Fear arrives as I’m the one who runs,
though life is the one who abandons.
Abandon Contest
Brenda Chiri
June 10, 2018
I think love is a lot like us.
In truth, it's hard.
At least for me. To reach into my heart and pull each thought
Like some sort of note, to resort to the most simplistic of notion.
It all seems so simple.
To walk up towards the one we love and tell them how we truly feel.
At least for me.
To be honest I don't think it's entirely the thought of being rejected.
But the actual declaration and the realization that everything that you hope and dream
stares back at you and it's not reciprocated where imagination meets reality.
At least for me.
Reaching back into my heart and scrambling around for another note.
The small things in an ocean of thought that could go wrong.
The sudden rush of thoughts that prevent such circumvention.
The first step of telling you that I love you.
At least for me.
Seeing your face again, makes it so much easier.
Knowing that you would never let me drown
Pixelated poetry,
these trapped little bits
Manufactured in the silence,
concocted, badly fit
Sound of feigned defiance
with surplus ablated
Or surreal with cold intention,
reality choked, castrated
Making simple complex,
floating on minds stream
With deliberate circumvention,
billion corks bobbing in my dream
Black sky blue moon
From the seashore comes typhoon
Fury grows above lagoon
At its zenith this afternoon
Soon
It will pass the nearby dune
Singing its horrific tune
Spreading magic of which teaspoon
It is enough to form a monster goon
That can swallow the very moon
Above the moorland stretches the typhoon
Its fury has no end, it’s visible from Neptune
It is time of monsoon
On baobab climbs baboon
He warns of oncoming typhoon
Appealing to strange visage of red harvest moon
This which can’t be named is typhoon
And name that to circumvention is immune
To celestial magic it wills attune
Its visage can be seen from a balloon
Beautiful is the moon
Delightful is its light and sang tune
Sang with clarinet and bassoon
It enchants and softens the typhoon
Melancholic drivel, gravitating stammer
Mosaic affinity, reticent clammer
Gushing droplets and whimpered dawn
Hindering clarity, vanquished, withdrawn
Trembling masquerade, deserted palm
A cleaved cradle, posing qualm
Seeping sorrow, hoping consider
Bequeathing dainty, wishing deliver.
To win is the trying..!' gainst despairs blank stare, a wounded earth still
rolls on..! Midst the throes of territorial vying..
Shows our shattered crystal the counsel of despair
As the pales; of circumvention, invade earth's free sod and air,
Oh.! such power we covet To maintain..! what is "right?" what is yours..
can be theirs" or is it ours..? should we fight..?
Yes it tears through our city's this division reprised,
To the call of soulless ambition, destruction quickens in stride,
And! yet not new its existence..) "for know ye satan he is a liar"
Though hidden deep in shadow; was to emerge its sly desire.
Yet how ask us "innocent's" & why should this be?
Whilst we gaze upon its sickness and water the seeds..!
So we stand without reason, or we lay down condemned,
Yet open hearts to salvation; on Jesus depend,
Call his name now in season) let the fetters free fall,
The Miracle is "willing" none should perish is all..!
.
Always bore condemnation,
but couldn't deviate.
Circumvention dared erupt
Dad's exacting force.
We both were very stubborn.
Seven way ABC poem
Priceless perfection in every direction
to taunt and to tease and to tear up one's eyes
Staunch circumvention beyond clear reflection
which winds up the wheels just a little too tight
Why do we bother to tread on each other
with tires of metal and spears?
When one good well wisher, a brother, a sister
has the power to speak and to heal?
I'll be your sister, your heart and well wisher
the unjudging eyes which will swallow your pain
For there's no exception, exempt from perfection
wind striving breaks you and saps you in vain
Priceless perfection in every direction
only exists in the underdog's view
and you dear, are brilliant, determined and valiant,
you'll rise handsomely from the life you've been through.