Covid
commiserate, conjugate
circumambulate around the
circumference of the
continent
covertly circulate
in the crevices of
confederates
cramped, crawling,
crooning in the
cavern of
Copulates
we concurred
that the crisis
was going to confabulate
Covid closure
clamped and comorbid
into crass and crumpled
consternates
constipate crush
collapse and confiscate
curious conjugates
carelessly canned
into cisterns of
congenial but classless
contaminate.
i cannot continue
to calculate
the cost of our
confusion.
Categories:
constipate, confusion,
Form: Free verse
picking dead flowers from grandma's garden
still stuck in the past
i make a wilted wish
i want to halt life and give it a push
i know, however, that i cannot have it both ways
so i count and hide
so i hide and count
picking dead flowers from grandma's garden
still stuck in the past
i make a wilted wish
i want to paint everything the good old soft colors
i know, however, that i have no control over the mixing of the textures
so i breathe and wait
so i wait and breathe
picking dead flowers from grandma's garden
still stuck in the past
i make a wilted wish
i want to construct a time machine out of my old big wheel
i know, however, that no type of architecture or carpentry will constipate forward movement
so i walk and look bewildered
so i look bewildered and walk
Categories:
constipate, i miss you, old,
Form: Free verse
I should not have said anything
But I did
And now it is coming back
To kick my petootsie
To eat my heart up
To constipate my liver
I should not have said anything
Why can I not control this mouth?
When she opened I knew
And yet
I let it happen
This is on me.
Categories:
constipate, me,
Form: Free verse
frozen in a bag
i can still move, but i am numb
i question the circulation of my blood
my derriere is raw
my stomach stays gurgling
hello, my dear gastroenterologist
charmed to meet you in this altered state of permanence
in this moment, all i can think about is 'once upon a time'
in this moment, what creeps into my head is 'colorectal cancer'
now i become deathly afraid of my threatened mortality
i wanna run, but then i would constipate myself and i could not live with that
so i reluctantly decide to stay
i pray for the wholesomeness of the thawing.......
.....frozen in a bag.....
Categories:
constipate, hope, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
There is a tree, gnarled and bony
Leaves on it placed with strong arms
Light escapes it when the sun shines
Through the limbs of each line
I constipate with bowels of soil
Where no life brings truth along
She stands with an awe beyond darkness
Where the crows all beat down
Through the sounds of caws along
The path to sit under the tree
Where she looks up towards the heavens
Sending chills towards the stars above
And I am calm and without alarm
By the peace of the moment true
There’s no better tree to sit under
And she smiles, her veins, at you
Russell Sivey
Categories:
constipate, tree,
Form: Free verse
the point of insanity for me is watching you repeat
the stage of gratification for me is waving at you when you escape
diving off of the high dive when you arrive is i as the quiet wayfarer
every stumble is a New Discovery and another Story Beginning
maybe i am talking to a wall still and another touch of gray is bringing forth tears
maybe the avenue of my mind is an overused highway full of hesitant potholes
whatevernevertheless, my life is timid lightening whispering in my ear in miniflashes
from here, i never know where to go
from here, i never know where to row
from here, i constipate myself to ice cold so that i do NOT continue to grow
i just wanna stay right here where i can always here The Answer 'Yes'
however, 'Yes' says 'no', and i am left sneezing due to the lingering chalkdust........
Categories:
constipate, poetry,
Form: Free verse
too many people constipate the everlasting
i use the populous of the widened state as a scapegoat
the melancholy wind is my magic carpet rush hour
it is my favorite time of the day to clock out
i think of younger days when all the fruits on every tree were fresh and ripe
i think of brighter days when all rocks were alive and eager to skip
i think of simpler days when every vibe of motion had their smiles everpresent
i think of better days when visions in front of me were so crisp and crystalline
too many changes cause flatulation to all forward movement
i use the populous of the explosive state as an excusable method of isolation
the odoriferous wind is my magic carpet rush hour
it is my favorite time of the day for an alternate route
Categories:
constipate, poetry,
Form: Free verse
There once was a lad named Nate
Who in the spelling bee did participate
But the audience did blush
As poor Nate got flush
After failing to spell constipate
Categories:
constipate, absence, fun,
Form: Limerick