Heart beats
chest breathes
diaphragms expand
eyelashes blink
muscles stretch
mind thinks ;
cartilage contracts
glands swell
lips quiver
sinew syncopate
skin, spine, senses shudder
tongue tastes
ears echo and resound
bones break
bodies bleed
breasts ache;
life begins
living is short
time is long
live it well
existence is
everything
that matters..
Categories:
diaphragms, analogy, body,
Form: Blank verse
At Night
The day I felt excited
At the midst of the day
This was just 12pm
I located a heart
A vessels full of love
I located a part which I lost
She gave me a flower pictorial like heart
The cold of the night
Is like the warmth of the day
My heart was full of joy
Sleepless ceased my sight
The sweetness of the heart
Is that of honey
The day I wooed that seed
It started growing
The plant is greenish
Her heart is joyous
The diaphragms are correlated
The heart was intoxicated
With bottles of wine that full of love .
Categories:
diaphragms, allusion,
Form: Romanticism
"Knock-Knock!" - Who's there?
"Diaphragms!" - Diaphragms who?
"Diaphragms...Don't always seem to work...
...I don't know how else to tell you this...
...So I am just gonna say it
as politically correct
and incorrectly apolitical
as I've been reprogrammed to speak
by The Disney Company:
"Luke, I am your sperm donor!"
- I sure hope I don't disappoint you as much
as George Lucas disappoints God and such..."
Categories:
diaphragms, angst, father, father daughter,
Form: Free verse
WHERE HAVE ALL THE OLD DIAPHRAGMS GONE
THEY ONCE WERE THE THING
IN THEIR FAUX PEARL CASE
LIKE A JACK IN THE BOX
WHEN THEY POP OPEN IN SPACE
HAVE THEY BEEN BURNED OUT FROM USE
OR HAVE THEY JUST DISAPPEARED
WITHOUT ANY TRACE
BECAUSE OF THE PILL
WHICH IS MUCH EASIER TO FACE
OR HAVE THEY BEEN BURIED IN THE GROUND
WITH THEIR LOVED ONES OF OLD
BECAUSE THERE IS ONE THING FOR SURE
THERE IS NO MARKET FOR THEM
AND
THEY ARE NEVER RESOLD
OR HAVE THE FEW REMAINING ONES FOUND
BEEN PRESERVED IN MUSEUMS
ALONG WITH ANTIQUATED TORTURE AND
WAR MACHINES
ALL OBSOLETE MEMORABILIA
AND REMINDERS OF A CULTURE PAST
THAT WILL NEVER RETURN-
FOR TODAY CULTURES CHANGE FAST
AND THINGS BORN OF TECHNOLOGY
NEVER OUTLAST
GOODBYE THE NINETEEN SEVENTIES
GOODBYE FLOWER POWER
GOODBYE INNOCENCE
GOODBYE PAST CULTURE AND TECHNOLOGY
AND
GOODBYE COLUMBUS
Categories:
diaphragms, funny, culture, technology,
Form: Blank verse
Calves spasm in the night
warm, wet, wavering candlelight.
Western congestion, returned plight,
the drone of insects, the mosquito’s bite;
Infected, reflected, so much fright!
Warm wet, wavering candlelight.
Calves spasm in the night.
Calm balm, unsanitary redress;
old quandary, old mess;
stomachs tension diaphragms fright;
Warm, wet wavering
Hope for the Light.
Categories:
diaphragms, angst, hope
Form: Rhyme
Not
the dripping words from rotund cheeks
Or
the mesmerized audience in fashionable conferences
Not
the frantic letters pawned from sacred pages
Nor
the cowering force of conviction in hallowed institutes
Neither
the skewed statistics manufactured on swivelling chairs
Abi
omniscient,omnipresent hard-mini-traitors know me
Rather,
I am the brackish fluid in hunger gorged sockets
the menacing cloud in the orphans eyes
the rumblimg rage in growling bellies
the taut thread on diseased diaphragms
the bloodless taste of conquered cities
the shriek from stripped streets
the chaos from breadless tables and passionless beds
and the repugnant smell of decaying dreams
I AM POVERTY!
Categories:
diaphragms, life, loss, mystery, sorry,
Form: Free verse