Isn’t it fun to be passive aggressive?
Subtle and biting, rather impressive!
Fact-free and spiritually dispossessive
Use of hyperbole: deathly excessive
Squeezed that one in, somewhat digressive
Some might say that crosses to the transgressive
(Authoritatively, overexpressive)
Now, I’m just bordering on the obsessive,
Cycling up and down, manic-depressive.
Or maybe I’m battling imunosuppressives;
Time for some fresh air, the best decompressive.
He used to be:
wordy, verbose, prolix,
chatty, jejune, digressive,
tedious, long-winded, repetitive,
elaborate, grandiloquent, loquacious,
pretentious, comprehensive, circumlocutory
Now he is:
pithy
Door Prob
stoked
craving
internal
I-need-to-know
claims me wholly as a hall of doors cast
some digressive privilege, transfigured
I, well purposed
questioning
support
probes
2020 September 14
*3rd Place*
Double Tetractys 2
~~Eve Roper
Photo #1
"Rhythm of life"
Seed of life - in love and in lust - planted in the womb;
breeds, broods and grooms for it's way to the tomb!
Soothing froth to count on the way to tickle;
losing one's Self - in it's nature so fickle.
Not far away is anyone from that last walk;
no gender, no creed and no status for it to stalk!
Mark your bearer with good deeds of honour;
for everything is yearning in us for it to corner!
We sure don't like it and don't cherish the thought;
In time and space, every moment we fought!
Seeking more in all and from all - for all and for ever;
discursive and digressive, but on that thought we do quiver!
We grab in a hurry and greed for all matter and pride;
ephemeral are those needs and just moments away from slide!
Relish and savour in this vastness - here and beyond;
Remember a speck that we are and will be long since gone!
Digressive Death
Deflected by summer’s breeze
Find me fallen upon my knees
Now it’s time for a pensive prayer
To let go thoughts thru abrasive air
Digressive death, I will weepingly awaken
To search the heavens that have forsaken
Longing for love within the internal light
Drenched in darkness of nocturnal night
To cries of anguish we must respond
Lachrymal lure of Satan’s spawned
Lucid layers of decaying dreams
Suffocating silences in strangled screams
Incongruent idols, immaculate imagery
Fallen angels of beguiling brilliancy
Treasured tombs that satiate the soul
Amongst wandering winds, on midnight's stroll.
Jan.23.2017
The Poet And I - Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose
The river smoke, in a digressive mood
Changed its course so subtle
In perfect Keeping with the swamp’s virginity
Simply for sake of conversation,
On one chilling, dark December evening,
I challenged my son to one-on-one;
Time offered me the reason.
Spotlights glaring...hours playing,
My tall, gaunt black-haired boy,
Submitting his secrets on that day,
Love I willingly offered to my boy.
That red cobblestone alley...two lives altered,
Girls...friends...not friends...music ~ we discussed;
Countless questions...answers with integrity performed,
Honesty I offered...conquering trust.
So many demons surround us,
Fresh snow...digressive days
When I search for him as the wind argues before and behind us,
My heart shall find my son in that alley...
I love you, Tyler. Mom xo
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