Blueberries bend
in the frozen eyes of
a bowl
Oranges rippen' the
chest compress inside
a bowl
lemons light up
he soothing sounds
of a tea filled pot
I am thinking of California
A place of rich
sacrament, /a place
glissend with Kerry wood
& gold
The night to brings
fourth pictures of cool
traffic/
sunsets just
above the nights air
I am remembering
my home &
so I must pay homage.
I have a molten hatred
And I ooze contempt for you
My mission it is sacred
And I will see it through.
I'll devote my hours to see
That you don't get no rest
All will know your depravity
From East into the West
I'll keep you down I'll whack the mole
wherever your raise your head
I'll shrink your space, compress your soul
But your blood I won't shed.
We will steer your life, suppress your goals
You talk of rights, how quaint
Your ship will founder on the shoals
You'll fade away, like rusted paint
And there's a climax we have planned
A final horror show
Can't alarm you much, can't show our hand
Keep going with the flow.
You don't know our names
You don't even know the reasons why
You call us petty, invoke shame
But we will laugh, and you will cry.
Gun is fired
Friction-slick bullets heat the barrel shocking the shoulder finding a new place in its socket
Metal pellets rain like rain or hail
As opposed to paper pellets or those made of grain derivatives
How many glyphs exist?
Those recognized by some higher authority
And how many more are there that go unaccounted for?
I have a set of my own
It is smart to keep part of yourself unaccounted for
Keep it on pages buried in second-hand drawer chests
When does a spider's web become a cobweb?
How much dust has to fall?
How many days?
Can we quantify it?
Dusts rain like rain, not like hail
Or like bird feathers telling you something must've happened above
Something of note
I refuse to dust
To wipe away my calendar
Non-numerical calendar grids
Compress to fit into layers
Layers only distinguished by time of fall
Of rain
Of feather
Not by barrier, nor boundary, nor anything which can be marked
Only known
It is only known that upon waking from sleep or else what
That more dust is there
Or maybe that
The surface of my skin has changed
The fibers of my clothes are more worn
And gravity still complies with its law
The day passes, an idle hitchhiker,
Thumb half-heartedly protruding
A posture half begging, half daring
Go ahead… seize the day
Good luck with that challenge
For daylight slips through the fingers
Craftily dodges with shadowy stealth
All attempts to control it, confine it
A few minutes in a crowded Starbucks
A cold compress of iced coffee
A mindless “atta boy, go get ‘em”
From a high school drop-out Barrister
Another “rope-a-dope” meeting
Stay on your feet, they’ll stop talking soon
How did it come to this
You were once a contender
Another ten round draw
Everyone seems happy
You didn’t embarrass anyone
Rematch tomorrow...8AM
In this city where LEDs set down the glows,
Every heartbeat adds up to what nobody knows
You said it, and I felt our friendship; gather a spark,
"One four three," you whispered and lit up the dark
Digits we carry through laughter and tears,
Cipher to our moments that decode all the years
It's all in the numbers, can you not see?
One heart beatin' for you and yours for me
Four chambers compress where it flows strong,
Three cheers for all moments where we both belong!
And when we're lost in a tangled mess,
I’ll hold your hand through every day stress
We’ll turn these figures into magical dreams—
Life’s more than numbers; ours bursts at the seams!
It's all in the numbers, can’t you see?
One heart beatin' for you and me
Four walls crumbling, but our love stays strong,
Three cheers for a life where we both belong!
Here’s to forever—a promise so true:
Count on my love; it adds up to “you.”
Through every equation of joy and strife—
It’s "143"—the sum of our life!
Everyday has become more challenging
I compress my feelings of loneliness
Entertaining myself with uplifting words
In search of a way to create happiness
Outwitting the minds illusion of being alone.
Some say that Love's
imagination -- no medic
can plot and find; like
science disproves a soul,
better ice cream in a solid bowl --
some say love's a mere
occupation -- Bread and
Butter of the poet; the bard
and musician like snow-balls
scoop-up, compress and throw
it~
stick to the wall a vinyl or perhaps book;
my priest claims highest spiritual
veneration, after earth relocation --
pass the plate, before it's too
late...cheaper now
than after-hours' rate...
seems to preoccupy a world of real time
and space...
that which man can only psychically
place and trace --
I've invented this device you see
with idio-syncronicity.
So please feel free to visit me
that's if you are in the vaccinity.
I will compress these buttons
stock piled with dials and log into
its docket files
to put it through its proper trials.
Four quarters water not too much
for its nature
now stand by and watch how "The
Ice Breaker Maker" as no proto-type
gets to smile with the waiter
who loves the machine but might
not like its creator
who sits in his seat in a flight simulator.
There’s this invisible shape that get formatted between my hands
A mold of a thing a statue of a being
Writhing my hands I compress to feel its pressure I press to feel resistance
With the slightest push back
I feel the attack
I stand no ground
I’m only out to live a merry-go-round
Femur sighs, given a break and transformed by love.
— by poet (inspired by Ira Byock)
What’s worse than an illness, an accident?
Imagine with me
helpless in the abyss…
Open to the curse of curs.
No warm or cold compress
No caress
No handkerchief
No matter how hard you have it,
if surrounded by compassion,
you’re not as broken.
A sigh leaves my soul,
Compress beauty into words,
Haikus, such a task!
We wish to express,
with what we obsess,
that we,
with utmost success,
heart’s whispers address,
to see
how we make ingress,
and truth so compress,
to be.
Poetry esprit
frolicking carefree,
soul’s need,
playful jamboree
that does guarantee
joy speed,
thus so we agree,
bliss be referee
and lead.
Poets are one breed,
a different creed,
they bless
wounds our heart does bleed,
which readers may heed
unless
they do not concede
will to winds that plead;
undress.
23-March-2023
Virelai
Sentry is the sunset, as I de and compress
Optimism is a way to scrub the hopelessness
Perhaps I'll escape perdition with a healthy dose of beauty paste
Will insecurities vanities blind me pitifully to the incoming waste
No, this corner would not be built into the path if it weren't meant to be walked down and turned
Growth is not just something plant-based it's a lesson in us all that need be walked and learned
as i inhale the cloud white smoke,
and listen for the beats and the groves in the song,
a stealthy trail of tears roll down my face,
as now im faced with a sudden notice of reality,
i am now open-minded and now care free,
i begin exhaling the now sour burning smoke,
and feel the cold air compress against my back,
thats when i hear the song begin to fade away
- andrea samano
Yo, I'm not kidding!
This style of poetry
called Diminished
Hexaverse is the
new cool Free Verse, yall!
I really like how it
challenges me to
compress my words
into smaller lines.
best part is, you can
bend the rules a bit
and make the lines longer (i think?)
wanna guess what
the last word is??
...Geese
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