(inhale)
aim, undetermined ...
what purpose do I serve?
what is poetry’s primal essence?!?
my words only
cover pages that ghost
the spaces of better intention ...
that garland upon
my brow bleeds 'neath the
clawing shadows of
naked branches, thorns twisted
and braided with the
lightness of feathers, and pressed with
poetic care to let my
red ruin run ...
it drips with the weight of
indifference and
careless consideration, and clots
about my feet ...
cold witness, there, the moon -
it's visage smiles from the
surface of my weeping veins, puddled ...
such impeccable beauty
there in the coagulating remnants
of my mortality ...
and though it's a lie - just the
mirrored image of the
heavenly beauty that daubs
the great expanse,
it is enough ...
sufficient grace to squeeze
the last languorous
gasp from these tired,
grateful lungs ...
LIFE, I love you with my being ...
your breathtaking elegance
and your exquisite pain,
and I am naught but blessed to
have simply ...
breathed.
(exhale)
Categories:
coagulating, analogy, appreciation, beauty, death,
Form: Free verse
Consciousness discernment
Annuls the passage of time
Dissolving and coagulating
Matters that truly matter
One second may suffice
Within its sphere
There is no such thing
As time wasted
Categories:
coagulating, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse
When everything else is dark except for the moon,
starlight flickering through the forest trails ,
when no human being stays awake,
on days the werewolf howls
Water seeping through the forest canopy
The rain drizzling in all its glory
The cold the wind the moon and the night
All combined make a magnificent sight
The stalking leopard and its shiny eyes
Hooting owls and their pleading cries
Make the jungle a savoury delight
The smell of rotten carcasses
with the faintest whiffs of coagulating blood
As the jungle goes silent
Bowing before a pair of yellow eyes
Offering you as her sacrifice
She trades another day
Another sun, another moonlight
Categories:
coagulating, beautiful, dark, death, moon,
Form: Rhyme
The timing of the word `blessing'
missteps,
trips over minute and hour hands.
The unwelcome must leave a note
on an open door and slip away.
There are no apologies
only shelved claw marks.
The infant is smuggled away,
snuggled into an older bosom.
She writes: I need to name you.
The name I gave you
before you disappeared inside my eyes
seems all wrong now.
The letters were enzymes in a Petri dish.
Later I could see clumps of words
coagulating,
but now I cannot speak them.
Long ago “it" was your name.
now everything goes quiet inside me.
I have been sewing tight a womb
made of long-evening shadows.
I feel less confined,
more blessed by the flavor of you.
The blessing.
Categories:
coagulating, poetry,
Form: Free verse
“A penny for your dread?”
Bequests the breath of what is dead.
A wretched reek bequeathed by foul beasts,
Whose beaks do spread the fuel of feasts.
Lack in threat by the vacant mind,
Despite the curse of that which space provides.
Cheers to fears from fearless queers whose thirst is but a wish to quench,
The dearest tears shed in ashen shores who share the depth of an endless trench.
Fill the folly of cavity with silver serpent spies,
Whose eyes are lights of posted lamps aglow by slithered lies.
“Whisper, whisper, hear me mister,”
Says the pervading voice of an elder sister,
Twisting the skin into a coagulating yellow blister.
Categories:
coagulating, angst, anxiety, dark, evil,
Form: Couplet
For the past I pray in the tumorous night gone heavy and long,
Churning in the chirp of the tree frog’s soporific song.
The air thickens like cream churned thicker into butter,
Spinning in the muttered fumes of mind’s fogged clutter.
Coagulating light into an onyx-colored yet broken stone,
A celluloid flash of silver shines sight into solid bone.
From the peek-a-boo split of an aperture’s peeping pupil,
Pours an undeveloped pity in a dope’s pathetic scruple.
I seek episodic hippocampus Netflix films inside me,
For memory is better than that which my eyes will ever see.
Categories:
coagulating, depression, dream, drug, night,
Form: Couplet
He slowly sips every drop whilst he dissects the morning news
Coagulating cream congeals in his china cup
Coffee coloured rings form with every sip
If the cup was a tree I could tell its age
Written from observing a local man in our local coffee shop
He sits for hours reading the newspaper for free and makes his coffee last...
08-30-17
Categories:
coagulating, drink, life,
Form: Alliteration
If I bleed on paper,
is it really blood
or is it just words,
droplets of phrases,
splattered feelings
of this love coursing
through my veins for her,
coagulating into meanings
on pale parchment skin
leaving behind
heart shaped scars
that no one
will ever see?
Categories:
coagulating, heartbroken, lost love,
Form: Free verse
Into the Blue
Pain faded into the blue
purplish clots
pooling beneath welted skin
interstitial fluids coalescing,
coagulating, collecting
swallowed tears.
Day had broken the grasp
opened the ever-locked door
taunted the terrified
incited the torment
of acquiescence -
silenced anger.
No locks barred open doors
chains hobbled only memory,
fear’s straight jacket unbuckled.
The blue faded, hidden beneath
old lies, blanketed in the warmth
of more colorful promises
Destined to fade
into the blue
of pain.
John G. Lawless
1/12/2016
Categories:
coagulating, abuse, pain, repetition,
Form: Free verse
I watched the blood flow
poetry dripping
coagulating in pools of misery
How could a genius be so careless?
Shaving away our humanity
filtering it through an inebriated brain
Poems in the thousands
orchestrated in the ordinary
Crushing
Truthful
yet not quite right
Genius exacts a toll
Somewhere beyond mirrored ideology
flashes the broken image of man
the smell of whiskey
loose women
one night lays
Lonely is as lonely does
Sticks poked into blind eyes
bones cracking like porcelain vases
adorning the altar of an enigmatic fool
Are we trapped?
Are we idiots?
Do we drink from the well of insignificance?
He sits alone in an empty room
Thinking
Yes Thinking
Until he thinks us out of existance
Yet somehow
Thankfuly
We are still here
Not so Genius
Brilliant none the less. His story is sad but his poetry is riviting.
I enjoyed this contest, facinating person of whom I was not familiar.
Categories:
coagulating, crazy, farewell, image, obituary,
Form: Free verse
Silver-lined beckoning moon beams
dance along, disquieting sacred ground
unmasked by truth, barefoot unencumbered
broken promise-laden blue eyes.
You whispered flame into existence
as if a stark naked sheath of sparkling
midnight velvet skies, haunted in surreal angst
revealing the beauty I will never possess.
Lost in revelry, the tune continues to play
repetitiously, in tired mind and restless thought
raging ember pulse coagulating, until feelings whist
now eternally slowed, water breaks from horizon.
Restful reproach granted in heartbeat-time
the metronome of life, always captures its prey
succumbing in surrender, while the new dawn casts shadow
over an oyster-birthed pearl on a rainy day in love.
Categories:
coagulating, conflict, deep, emotions, fear,
Form: Free verse
God created our world
from a marvel words and sentences,
from one right and deep expression
that trembled,stressed and reformatted at all
the deepest foundation of this existence.
That had been found and announced
and light separated from dark,
and starting long terms processing,
coagulating Earth,
condensing water and so on.
Till the end He created Adam and Eva.
I am too abscessed with jealous to Heaven
trying to find truly words and sentences
that would help me to find out
the long searching path
leading to yours precious heart.
The key words that contains
one awesome scrutiny formula
that would catalyzing and emerging
yours really selfless and kind senses.
As for mine your name and surname
seems have been such great impact and influence.
Categories:
coagulating, love,
Form: Verse
Patrick Kail
There are silent deeds which needs be done.The sorts of which the Wicker Man would whisper well in a whetstones way.As a well honed edge waits in stealth for the prideful whelp who swaggers tall.Before the footfalls not quite not quite heard but minded , muted , then dismissed.As mostly musings of a childs fear , each step fell mired in the madness blind.Slowly slipping from his mind.Though in truth not far behind him there came that of which no words describe.Other then a Darklings Gift He should beware of.Were He though his fear would quicken.Coagulating slowly at first;Urine:The blood lust.That which bumps within the night is better to be what is heard.Then what harks the call of silent deeds which needs be done.Whilst something wicked this way comes. James P Kail Friday December 14th 2012 as of yet an untitled work verse 1
Categories:
coagulating, dark, fear,
Form: Narrative