Shaken to the core
by a knock on the door
My mood’s not conducive
to visitors intrusive
Though what else am I here for
A World of many children
I read about people going to the dentist
getting shiny white teeth like Joe Biden
In Portugal, the white teeth craze is relaxed
The thought of an actress with perfect teeth
have to have them extracted because they
They were yellow and didn't have the odontology
of today
I remove my teeth at night and soak them in water
That is healthy, it surprises me that artificial teeth
but need to be healthy looking
Martha, the whore in our street, boasted when
She was old, no man had ever entered hers
to our fantasizing about her yellow teeth
Can we say the childlessness in our street
was caused by boys learned about sex
That was not conducive to pregnancy
A World of many children
I read about people going to the dentist
getting shiny white teeth like Joe Biden
In Portugal, the white teeth craze is relaxed
The thought of an actress with perfect teeth
have to have them extracted because they
They were yellow and didn't have the odontology
of today
I remove my teeth at night and soak them in water
That is healthy, it surprises me that artificial teeth
but need to be healthy looking
Martha, the whore in our street, boasted when
She was old, no man had ever entered hers
to our fantasizing about her yellow teeth
Can we say the childlessness in our street
was caused by boys learned about sex
That was not conducive to pregnancy
It’s pumping…
What’s pumping?
It feels like it’s exploding.
Why?
How?
Nothing galvanizes me anymore.
The atmosphere is calm,
conducive
but not in my mind,
where thoughts sprint like fugitives,
and I cage them behind a silent smile.
I hide under the pretense of joy,
while the weight crushes me slowly.
Night comes too fast,
and the day… it stops smiling.
I keep trying my best,
clinging to the fragile hope
that one day I’ll see the light
the light they swear waits
at the end of the tunnel.
But is there even a tunnel?
I’m not sure anymore.
Perhaps it’s just darkness
disguised as a promise.
Still… I’m hopeful.
If not today,
then maybe tomorrow will be better
for me,
and for you.
But sometimes I remember
it’s all in my mind.
Just thoughts…
spilling out,
loud enough to drown me.
Another drag... inhale, exhale, inhale, lungs fill with toxic smoke
another sip... fire glides down her aching throat
another croaking whisper to the one beside, although aloof and remote.
She laughs in the face of sorrow, trying in vain to hide behind her eyes
the sound is an open coffin, a high hysterical
plea filled cry
I imagine she has children, and the sweetness of love since nothing less can cause such hurt
For what we care for most, are the very things
we just can't desert
As much as we yearn to dislocate, hide and finally
push self~destruct
We are bound with soul ties that true love feverishly constructs
Unable to throw off these chains
connecting soul to soul
We walk about as Marley's ghost,
each link taking a toll.
For the ties are conducive to nightmares or dreams of lost loves
Imprinted on our hearts and minds, never fully leaving us.
Whether your Love is unrequited, or Love that stays true
You create the spirits that will forever haunt you.
I say
rhyme to go
esp abba
but a nay
to
wrap-a-round
it disrupts the flow
not visually conducive
to read
digitally
or otherwise!
&
..thus
another no-no
the 'syllablics
pantoum
acrostic,kyrielle
terzanelle & villanelle
as learning scales
are fine
but
in reality
a mathematical
mechanical line
So what to do
perhaps
shape emagi
or
imagist
Rhyme,alliteration,clerihew,
footle & hiku
better yet
an
& ekphrasis
just saying
to
help
all of you
Faded memories litter the walls, as anniversaries coincide together with zero regard for one another, the simple beginnings are barely visible and yet the complexity of wrong choice after wrong decision are very prevalent. Isn't that how it always ends up though, in the end anyways? Hastily cultivated 'wonderful' ideas are laid to ground, only to later discover the overlooked Great Wall, which ingenuity says there's a way around even provides a way, but ultimately ending in complete disarray. Then insanity's epitome is born...
Torn and broken we dust ourselves off and go right back to the drawing bored, or the supply store, either or, we're back at it wanting more. It's the gifted curse of persistence at it's finest, completely blinded to judgement that could barely be considered lucid, however still finding room for improvement, if only for the piece of mind that our actions are conducive to society's 'of the moment' movement. I know the evident truth. Do you?
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When i wrote
The absence of sleep was a conducive environment for the cultivation of what i called hidden truths that were watered each time sleep desserted these eyes and when my brain sought comfort in the company of letters of the alphabet that i arranged and rearranged till dawn yielding beautiful symphonies at times or discovering mysteries that yearned the company of some more sleepless nights to uncover their meaning but now sleepless nights are a punishment i face in the absence of words where silence haunts and words are a source of excruciating pain because in the absence of synching words a sleepless night is a capital punishment i have to endure before dawn paves way to day light
Laziness
(hand up or hand out)
Miracle Man
11/1/2024
Those always bathing in entitlements pool,
will awake each morning, lazy, and unclean.
Which brings back thoughts of older times and lye soap,
Neither is conducive to a good lather.
The genie possesses infinite wishes
& is only contained by the bottle
The bottle is but an illusion full of hollow
dreams posing as aspirations
waiting to be attained or fulfilled
Matter maintains a shape conducive to
thoughts believed to be real
but only acts according to strength
of the will
It is as a man thinketh so says Proverbs 23
which means the power has been
given to and resides within you
& me
So mote it be says the genie abiding
by the law of the one
that sees everything & created
what you saw
Know that you inhabit a bottle made to
walk & talk according to wishes
that supercedes all lies & inherited
superstitions
Don't let the world rub you the wrong way
but instead allow your inner
genie to be free
to enjoy life & its short days
As you can see we are both genie & the bottle
in many ways
full of wishes we'd like to see granted
before time has its say
To the core, a woman is all inclusive;
Her presence is so conducive.
Minus her, our lives become reclusive;
Sans her, success is elusive.
She has the patience of the earth;
It’s ingrained in her from birth.
Without her, a home lacks mirth;
Her absence reminds us of her worth.
Her smile for us is like ‘Diwali’;
Irk her not, she knows how to be a ‘Kali’.
Though, she has roles to play many;
Has no complaints against any.
A daughter, a sister, a wife and a mother,
Like her you can’t find another!
Inhale, exhale, like accordion-
organ of music in your being, conducive.
Nor elusive to your counterpart, woman.
Be thou what you love to be.
Do not listen to militants
that whisper fighting words out of insecurity,
that smell a foul smell,
of self burning the fields,
the green things of bountiful yields,
leave us choking on the smoked embers,
entrails of the tares, and quardon off cultivation
for the Valleys of shale.
Overtaken, by crawling things.
Or a boastful hare, with Men's running shoes and masculine fare.
Always in a race, bating with trickery,
the illusionist Tortoise against her own shell.
Nourishment is an honor bestowed.
Remember, that the servant is truly the King.
The provider is the Matriarch held in the greatest of steams,
saute of the home,
taste of generosity,
aroma of security.
Yang, you have quite the mistress,
indeed the support of a mystery,
remember this, well.
American Haiku
Rainy, nasty day and night
Train whistle in distance
Early morning hours
Contemplation brings Enlightenment
Or Believed so
Buddhist awakening
Realize Poetry's Power
affects me physically
Body in turmoil
Spray Wasps hang-out
Keeps them away
They can sting, harm
Moon glows overhead
Santa on fire engine
making his rounds
Sun shining majestically
Running usual errands
Home to reading books
Complete silence at night
Conducive to study
Talking to loved one
Pops are my passion
scribbling away
the blissful hours
CREDO-POETRY IS AN ORAL ART AT ITS BEST WHEN RECITED
it then becomes a two-way unique one-off.experience .
TRADITIONAL LINE CAPITALISATION RHYME ..in tetrameter (ABBA).YES..
but NOT otherwise as it creates a natural pause (ie it stilts) & thus disrupts the flow
WRAP AROUND LINES are a no-no
they are not visually conducive to read digitally or otherwise!
POETIC NO NO s -acrostic,kyrielle terzanelle villanelle ,pantoum & the 'syllablics'
they can be good for a learning exercise,a bit like scales are important when learning the piano but are too contrived & mechanical IMHO for our art form
PROSE POETRY ok if visually shaped in open form style*
FORMS THAT ALWAYS RING MY BELL shape,emagi & ekphrasis ,imagist Rhyme,alliteration,clerihew,footle&hiku*(both in the singular especially)
*OPEN VERSE uses spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols relies upon 'the one breath limitation' this intuitive cadence pemits the 'reader' (reciter) to respond in an interpretative - interplay unique to the ' happening
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