Your pen moves like silk slipping slow
Across my body expressing a glow
Each word a touch that I can’t resist
Teasing of promises in every twist
I feel the pull from your every phrase
Like fingertips tracing me in secret ways
Expressions slide upon satin sheets
Coolness at first then building up heat
Words linger like a breath upon my skin
Each word draws me closer pulling me in
Dreaming of places wild and unknown
As thoughts turn exotic, far from home
Let me dive into your words, let me drown
In the sea of moist thoughts I am bound
Every sentence as if wrapped upon a vine
Deeper and deeper, sensual line by line
Feeling you seep beneath my soft skin
Occupying my thoughts letting me fall in
I want to be lost in a world that you paint
Where logic fades into mystical restraint
Telling of seas and oceans and sweet air
Riding on sensual thoughts laid bare
Allowing me to mingle within words true
Showing me a kinda exotic I never knew
Tempting with words, warm and smooth
Tracing my curves in a rhythmic groove
I submit to the heat of your untamed soul
As you deconstruct me then make me whole
Breaking apart
your verbal
sledgehammer
demolishes me
words that crush
all that I am
all that I thought
while I try to find
rhyme or reason
for the assualt.
Broken down
As floods of malice
pour out from wounds
I could not see
in you, from you
I am broken
beyond repair
It's only cold now
now that I see
you no longer care.
Break through, a must
to breath.
I deconstruct
everything I am.
It's no longer of import
why you eviscerated
me with your words
why you left me
as you did.
In the end
you didn't love me
was what occurred.
I don’t know if I should feel great
But I quite vividly
Remember the day
When happiness told me
It could no longer stay
Because hope packed it’s bags
To chase after faith
Who was on a mission
To find out why
To this life
Did she just give up and say:
"Take it all
Happiness, joy, love, and hope
What good will they do me anyway
I’ve always kept strong
But nothing ever stays"
So loneliness thought
These pieces of me were
There to sabotage
Forgetting
It was depression
Who had very sharp claws
Gripping desperation
Of a soul
Self deemed lost
So to be honest most days
I don’t feel so great
It's probably because
I’m still looking for my faith
I thought
Practicing playing hope
Might magically
Make happiness come back
That’s definitely one
I wished
Didn’t leave me all alone with sad
Since anger has been here
Its created many structures
That hold no space for hope
It will take all my good traits
To deconstruct and repair
The hopeless homes
That held despair
Doubt and hate
Leveling out the foundation
For hope, faith, love, and joy to stay
Its your B’day,
Time to be Happy & gay.
Put on that lovely smile & walk that extra mile!
After all the cakes you bake,
The calorie counter is at stake!
Lay down the boots, drop the shoulder.
Take rest, let the mind wander.
alas it’s your day,
Give the ADDA team a break,
Your dedication is doing wonders,
ADDA is growing stronger…
Whip up a Ganache, make a turnover,
Apple or pineapple –nah, do it with durian when not sober!
Deconstruct a pavlova, reimagine an opera,
A pinch here, a dash there,
A drizzle, a flambe…
Life’s boring- create some melodrama!
Dance a tune, declutter the mind,
Don’t play mommy tonight!
The Girls are teens now,
Let them loose today, don’t raise a brow!
Ask Hubby to be at his best,
Toast a bubbly & forget the rest!
Alas, it’s your B’day,
& You deserve the very best!
I would move mountains for all the working mothers:
To untangle our communities and have someone see their true colors.
To stop mothers from carrying the brunt of communal dysfunction,
To guide a little cultural deconstruction,
To redirect the debilitating parental judgment,
To provide more support from the government,
To end the overstimulated etiquettes that have always been known,
To deconstruct those parenting standards we’ve outgrown,
To assist with the impossible parenting choices,
To hear these working mothers' voices.
To help homes stay financially viable,
To create childcare that is reliable,
To become a work-life balance advocate,
To build postpartum support that's adequate,
To support the countless and endless asks,
To end the pressure of the myriad of household tasks.
To stop being accustomed to survival mode.
It's time to start enjoying the motherly road,
Because the weight of being someone’s everything is as heavy as it is light,
Moving Mountains for them seems right.
I love you
and I don’t care
if you love me
as a sister or a friend
I don’t want or need
to define or quantify
how much you care for me
and really I see no need
to deconstruct and analyze
the rhyme or reason of how I feel
I’m content living day to day
knowing I matter to you
and somehow I contribute
to the peace you feel
within your heart
I treasure being part of your life
and in the grand scheme of things
why would anything else truly matter?
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
he throws pebbles into the ocean
rings of suspense skim the surface
concentric waves ripple the storm
inside him that nags at his peace
his friend bites into a plum
and cracks a tooth
at a kernel of truth
hidden in the fruit of passion
sometimes both of them watch
a brick layer cementing foundation
solid walls that insinuate stability
but they wish to deconstruct
such a temporary illusion
far away she has committed no crime
‘other’ than being raped by a mob
the raging crowd tear off her veil
shred the Burka to pieces
and violate her modesty once again
as stones shatter her head
and her cracked skull yields
to some unwritten law
of honour killing and dogma
four lives of many
privilege
speechless injustice
separated and too close for comfort
07th August 2021
I build myself
poet, in the lightning
of sun that leaves
from the sky,
in the dance of
belly of the moon
between clouds
unstable...
I deconstruct myself
poet, in the smell
of death of
deep dagger
tearing
life...
in satiety
vampire in
tip of the syringe...
in the riotous river
who runs me
inside when
I am without
canoe...!
The time,
urge control
in the passage
that touch us,
what we are
than we were
yesterday...
It's up to us
watch today with
eyes of
tomorrow,
deconstruct
measures
undone yesterday
at what
afflicts us
in what us
embarrass ...!
5/22/2020
Marcus Lattimore
The architecture.
Little by little.
Will start to crumble.
When you discover.
The influences.
Conformity.
At the expense.
Of sanity.
Is blasphemy.
Deconstruct.
The world's view.
Build anew.
And find.
The true,
You.
Diminished Hexaverse
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Digital fuzz in my ears
And I'm blowing bubbles
Watching them burst
In mirrored sunlight
This is what you get
Take it from the bottom
And tear it up to the top
Such fractured intellectualism
They call me a whore
Because I inject dictionary entries
They call me pissant
Because I'm too idealist
Paint streaks of black
In the midday sky
Corruption bred from innocence
And innocence bred from naivety
Ridicule my visage
Insult my scientific method
Reject my joy
Inebriate my passion
Deconstruct a lifetime
Within mere seconds
And it hurts so bad
It hurts so bad
Everything up is down
Everything east is west
Everything inside is out
Everything so vile
Drill holes in my head
Let the demons out to play
If it makes you happy
Just watch me cry
Obscure the scars
Reach for the stars
Memorize the epitaph
Autograph the photograph
Photosynthesize and downsize
Realize even the leaves tell lies
Obstruct the construct
Deconstruct the aqueduct
Revitalize those we idolize
Ties cut with loathsome lies
Progress but also regress
And redress the congress
The duality of our reality
Is surreality and fatality
Reach not for the stars
Simply obscure the scars
Kudos to Eagles for their wonderful pastiche that renders a polyphonic message to all,
Ranging from LaVey's Church (of Satan) through marijuana to clandestine corporate world,
Which – to think of it in retrospect – forced a war for oil with an add-on motive of double profit,
Seeing that the warheads used were American makes all!
The lyricists employed a contemporary idiom, echoing Blake, Browning, Eliot, et al
And composed, for subliminal appeal, a haunting melody plus a distractor-solo,
So that the lilt would easily sink into the subconscious, for the message(s) to follow:
Thus this pastiche serves a purpose, which a parable or parody possibly cannot.
To deconstruct, a lyric meant to deconstruct commodification
Came to be commodified—ironically!
— Ram, R. V.
Winner (III place) of the Iconic Song contest, sponsored by SO, September 4, 2017.
Alacrity
Choose a topic to jot down
Oh it is a cunning plan
Her smile is full of lies
Manipulations and desperation
Mask a jealous rage
She knows the game all too well
“Off with your head! You don’t fit the bill!”
She grits her teeth
and smiles sugar and spice
Her real game is to marginalise
The rule of life applies
To the rule of art
Diversity and spice
Win the crowds thrice
The real artists analyse, inspire
And deconstruct
But don’t judge.
Alacrity wins the crowds
In the meantime.
The absurdity of the human condition:
The only condition we try to make sense of,
Make reasonable,
Sanitized,
Certain,
Familiar,
When we know we can’t.
But still we love our categories,
As if life was a Christmas present
That we could neatly wrap
And put into boxes
Labeled “certainty”
But these labels soon break down,
Deconstruct,
Peeling off
Like bad adhesive,
Showing the naked truth:
That we are Odysseus,
Tossed about by the gods,
Armed with the illusion of control;
That we are Don Quixote
Forever fighting windmills
Indifferent to our moral quest;
That we are Hamlet,
Trapped within a cosmic play
Of uncertainty and death;
That we are Gatsby,
Reaching for the magic green light
That forever eludes our grasp;
That we are Sisyphus,
Vainly toiling with our rock,
Telling ourselves that we are happy;
And so we must forever fight
Our constant war against the world,
Embracing the faceless, empty void
With a warm and welcoming smile.
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