major minor life
coaxial sublime state
tranquility pools
Categories:
coaxial, appreciation, beauty, emotions, humanity,
Form: Haiku
Time bomb time womb times
Dark light spaces between our
birth life whisperers, tangent told
and tried by ego-etiquette egadathons,
yet we all fall short into how we hold each other
side by side in a sometimes listless sublime
treasure trove of banal love designs
claiming a socio-coaxial critical correspondent
climax ever instilling potent long lifeforms sailing on
miniscule observations from places far, far away.
Categories:
coaxial, age, analogy, anger, angst,
Form: Free verse
Dharma dice roll dreams
Karma coaxial spread sheet
Afterlife.com
Categories:
coaxial, appreciation, birth, butterfly, cool,
Form: Haiku
Let us not singular sinfiltrate our
over dosed mind measures
of all our predisposed socio-patterened
downfalls we have domesti-inherited
from our DNA dumb nulls un an
appreciated elders of **** ascent
beings of a post/past anointed anomalied
bereavements pushing presumptive
present tense postured atrocities
future follied fornitude frenzies to
cry contain those all ever after brazen
generations to live sideways in tune
to ever realize a coaxial junction
a dead conscience to staid to survive,
to sly to reveal and to nominal to be normal
to contain/re-contain those all ever after
gonad generations. Maybe a sideways pill pattern to
open me up before xmas, a corpse closed purpose
concentric of nerve present equal-eulogized
venture void with empty filled shakers of self.
Categories:
coaxial, freedom, smart, visionary,
Form: Free verse
After the Election
I switch off the post-race pixels, daring them to awaken
disturbed sleep presses chaotic highways into sheets, I awaken
the squirrel scurries across the coaxial cables
chubby jowls desperate to outlive the chill, a cat awakens
I lift the compost lid, recycling my own disbelief
frozen molecules of putrid air slice my nose, senses awaken
in the four-billion-year- old dawn, a fisherman stirs
he pokes a sleeping bundle, his grandson’s delight awakens
my office key wrestles with the curmudgeon lock
everything is, as it was, but more worthy of vigilance, I awaken
Elizabeth Mathes, 2016
Categories:
coaxial, political,
Form: Ghazal
He watched her die from a measured distance;
carefully calibrated and guaranteed to keep the
anguish from reaching his throat with its
steely fingers and choking the remaining
compassion out of his cowardly body
Sharp eyes still taking in the carnage despite
the geographical buffer; keen ears recording the
groans and words of regret across the coaxial moat;
soul silently feeling the judgment being passed and
sentence being executed
From this frigid place, separated by an icy sea of tears,
across the frozen wasteland of old regrets,
deep below the tundra of disappointments,
fossilized in the permafrost of a broken heart,
he coldly watched her die
Categories:
coaxial, dark, death, grief, sad,
Form: Free verse
Are They Twins?
By Elton Camp
To moms with children the same age
This foolish question can bring rage
Some irritating, grinning woman begins
“Oh, how cute--tell me, are they twins?”
“No, I found the extra kid in the parking lot
And on an impulse, I thought, “Why not?”
But, if in that town, the mother does live
It’s better a more courteous answer to give
“Yes, this is Meg and that one Bill”
She will then question it further still
Names the inquiry cannot forestall
“Are they identical,” she will call
“No, not quite,” the amused mom will snort
“He’s coaxial cable, but she’s USB port.”
Categories:
coaxial, humor, , cute,
Form: Rhyme
Showering sparks, indigo and lemon hued
Sashayed coaxial sambas on orbs that quietly died;
When fell the crush of sable, black as pitted olives,
Palm leaves scraped the sundown, a vision blurry eyed.
Farewell to the sway of dusky thighs and loins
Burnished to a copper tone by the Spanish sun;
Weeping sweetest glycerine, resorting to indifference
Against replacement tourists when all is said and done.
I have seen the ocean burn with butter oil anointed,
Laced with solar drowning in a cobalt orange fire;
And it has been a witness to my soul's implosion
And could not quench nor quantify my pale and cold desire.
In gaseous swigs of San Miguel and cocktail hour pity,
Imbibed like no tomorrow in a rush of cheap cologne;
Dumb smiles endure reprisals, violet lips and cherry kisses
And whatever dies of wanting, dies in silence, dies alone.
Categories:
coaxial, angst, mystery, passion,
Form: Verse