Curdling wave of denatured purity
Milk and acid, perverted mated pair
Waltzing, obese ballroom spinners
Twirling, breeders spun by children’s fingers
A fleet, in concentric circles turning.
Churning, in hidden tunnels, empty wombs
Clotted to lumps, a viscous drool
From spout of oesophagus poured
Over that inverted delicacy.
An internal storm blows like fury, shocks
Of bucking, lurching on every wave
Oobleck’s looming clouds
Hailing wet pellets on the deck.
My hands painted,
A globulous maroon
Leaking life-force, un-fatal evacuation
Drawn-out, a living execution
A foetal creature, whining out the morning
Premature to see the day
Too early to bleed.
You are my sworn foe,
Possessing me as what I am
Trapped by you on whom I depend
Breasts, hips, thighs, a soft-skinned face
A body, veneer for lunar torment.
Prophetic to the hour
Of when the next storm will come.
Stranded at sea, men watch from the shore.
Apathetic, indifferent,
Too far away to see
Us, the fleet of spinners
Lost in bleeding seas.
Categories:
denatured, women,
Form: Free verse
One hundred years on
Our Waste Land we celebrate
Desiccated and dry as a desert
Within our dehumanised souls
Where the tumbleweed of untruth
Sits with such disconnection
From reality,
Myriad voices peddling the myths of the madhouse
Your untruth is not mine
So far apart are we
Secure yet blinded by our own beliefs
Unanchored and ill- founded
Estranged from the truth
And dead to fact
Our refusal to recognise the denatured race
Of our reckless rush
Towards the day of judgment
Destruction and damnation.
False narratives to gullible audiences play,
Such siren songs solipsistically
Softly sing us to our graves,
Fragmentation our final fate
Emotion eclipsing reason.
Categories:
denatured, corruption,
Form: Blank verse
Nature i am sorry
Sorry
Sorry
So sorry
We humans have eradicated you
Denatured you
Destroyed you
Humiliated you
Taken away you forests
Your flowers
Destroyed your soil
For our houses industries and malls
I am sorry
My mother earth
I am sorry
Categories:
denatured, 5th grade, abuse, august,
Form: Free verse
Masked face
painted mouth,
sunglasses
obscure osculation...
challenging look,
razor tongue,,,
deaf ears,
distorted view,
blind to life,
denatured... !
Categories:
denatured, abuse, adventure, fantasy, irony,
Form: Light Verse
She used to glimmer-sparkle-spin
like a pinwheel in a small town parade
now she's rasping- reeling and collapsing
one massive black hole playing charades.
The helix has unwound and denatured
she's a sundial crusher in sunlight decay
elements of living bled out many eons ago
there is no music or chorus left in her soul...
Everything lies wounded-dying or dead
nothing escapes this black hearted wretch
She is abyss and nothing more nothing less
she has swallowed whole the last lantern fish.
Categories:
denatured, space, stars, time,
Form: Free verse
Savvy scientists scoff at the soul:
Can't poke it, prod it, pinch it, probe it
~ and clearly can't claim to contemplate...
an empirical, egg-headed, experimental
all-enveloping ecstasy of erudite exactitude
elegantly and eloquently embossed, embedded
~ in its entropy of effervescing exegesis.
Whereas
I know of no one -- nowhere -- nasty or normal
knock-kneed, neck-naped, nose-gnarled
neuron-nitpicked or nucleic-acid-nested
Who
denies indubitably or dubiously, definitely
or deafeningly--deranged, demented,
debauched or denatured -- the sacred
sanctuary unsullied, where sits, serene and
silent, the small, still sound of said soul
swilling, swelling, seeking, sailing, soaring---
sensitively, sensorily, yea sentimentally---
til he sees, then sighs, then seizes
so surreptitiously the serum of sentience
Within!
Entry in "An Inner Knowing, an Absolute Feeling, My Mystical Soul
Self Poetry Contest," sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
denatured, emotions, self, senses, sensual,
Form: Alliteration
By Mark Miller © 12/09/2014
Divergent views across vile crest waves smile high the creeping crawl
Vacant recall behind will's fate corners awaits prodigy built city sprawls
Fearing furious memory's cradle under moons momentary falls
Departing sun drain dendrites dying beside pleasure land hotel
Pharmaceutical particles undermines wasted potential decay
Habitual filled dread remedy sealed bottle supply spent photocopy
Demented frozen posture detached paragons future parallax
Denatured entropy of unstable battlefront beacons fights happenstance
Enraged estrange movement frowns condition mingled disturbance,
Hassled hates impatient repression debased frames acquaintance-
Paranoia begins within kept crypt entombed from friends lovers bones
Supernatural surprise wakes the panic front tantrum born alone
Breaths cold howl vexed of thought behind fury times disorder
Subliminal sequence reveals foggy haze guilt by nights no quarter
Adorn the love less feeling conceals feeble rabble blood loss stealth
Movements uncertain impel stellar selves
Categories:
denatured, abuse, angst,
Form: Ballad
Any result will be an unsuccessful grapple.
Nobody can make a gelatin mold with fresh pineapple.
If there are any attempts, you are in for a bad time.
This is because the fruit has a proteolytic enzyme.
If this were a game, you would be drawing the wrong card.
Fresh pineapple will never allow the gelatin to get hard.
However, success can be conveniently in hand.
You must use the fruit from the store that is canned.
Yes, this is a fact requiring realization.
The enzyme is denatured by heat sterilization.
Categories:
denatured, education, food, fruit,
Form: Didactic
A moment of silence, a breath.
The biggest relief, possibly air.
It's swelling my denatured alleys,
It hardens my lively grains,
Like helium freezing the time
For a weak and abandoned child,
Who regrets and tried to get out of a cage,
That was built by roots
Which are way higher, breathing.
Categories:
denatured, angst, family, hope, life,
Form: Blank verse
Majesty, royalty
such dignity, a rarity
Oh Purple,
the color of
the sun, the moon, the stars
the fields, the granaries, the ponds,
the vast kitchen, the nanny, granola bars
[all under prune-tinted glasses of course]
Wine, oh how fine!
Denatured alcohol, I lie supine!
Yahoo messenger headings, nails, telephones
the inside of my ear, candy, colognes!
Oh Purple,
How I love you to death.
But how often do I revert to gloom,
for all these things, are beyond my credit debt
'tis the color of doom,
rich in meaning and hue.
the color of my room.
a brooding cross between red and blue.
Categories:
denatured, depression, i love you,
Form: Free verse