They said love was tender,
so I offered my throat
to your ghost-mouth,
let your breath curl into mine—
viscous as syrup left out,
subject to the shape of its jar.
Your bombardment
of devotion felt like hail,
each for your own good
sharpened
to a fine mother's edge.
A crate arrived
that you wouldn’t let me open,
labeled not yours,
but warm to the touch,
and I swear
I heard it weeping.
When I finally pried it open,
the dark inside eclipsed me,
but not like the moon—
like a father
who's sat too close in the pew.
No light gets in.
No light wants to.
I closed it back up
before you came in.
Then we went to breakfast.
Categories:
domesticated, abuse, anger, anxiety, art,
Form: Free verse
Who Am I? How did I get here?
The Monster
FEBRUARY 5
He destroyed her
He killed all that was good
Burnt her hopes and dreams
Took her broken heart
and stomped on it
He raped her soul
and filled it with hate
He took away her reason
He stole her joy
He trashed the sweet
and innocent
He broke her heart
and killed her passion
She no longer is what
she once was
She has fractured
She has gone
He awakened Psycho
She no longer is afriad
and is now dangerous
She is torn between hell
and non-existence
Wounded and trapped
She wants to leave this
Tortured world behind
WHY?
He was only joking
Chasing his thrill
After everything she did
After everything she endured
He had one last joke:
He never really wanted her at all.
Behold the monster,
His creation
Categories:
domesticated, anger, anti bullying, anxiety,
Form: Bio
domesticated silence savagely tears
across boundaries enacted before time
sugar spun towers of prominence
suggesting evolutionary resurgence
again the mountains rise only to dissolve
never found crystalline structures
woven by thought strengthened by light
the indentured can remember if they try
their brains wiped dismally, regularly
pull out their eyes, put them back
stigmatism your mark
stained by the remnants of time
honored illusions...breaking our
domesticated silence once again
as the Ides of March consume
the dust of time.
Categories:
domesticated, inspiration,
Form: Blank verse
P-recious animal
E-ases the life of keeper
T-o bring pure pleasure.
Form: Haikustic
Photo: April Asuncion
Categories:
domesticated, poetry,
Form: Haiku
Lapping
The steaming cream
From her morning cup of joe
My wife
Is wrapped
In her rosy robe
Sitting in her favorite chair
Our black cat
Skinny and flattened
Creased in half
Across her lap
Like a static sock
Of mine
Lost from work
Tumbled
From the dryer.
Categories:
domesticated, animal, appreciation, funny, humor,
Form: Free verse
There once were white domesticated geese
Who were haughty and proud
Totally self-absorbed with group
Honked very long and loud
They stayed contained within their space
Strutted in their whiteness
As if they were graceful as swans
Swans suppress in rightness
canadian geese
flew high overhead that day...
winter cold forcast
canadian geese
on migratory flight south...
predicts winter cold
When domesticated geese saw the elegant flight, realized that thoughts not right..
Rhyme or verse called a form of Poulter's measure
Haiku
Monoku
Sponsor: Anthony Slauson
Contest: Whiteness
Categories:
domesticated, introspection, life, nature, people,
Form: Rhyme
Living good in a certain way
Never show your real cards
So the naysayers can never say
Living a little less now than earlier before
People start to notice a change of pace
Eating crumbs off a delinquent floor
Living bad now and off the taxpayer's dime
Bills formed a mountain of domestic debt
Materials own your freedom and kidnapped your time
Categories:
domesticated, fear, life, people,
Form: Rhyme
Whole beef Hamburgers
Plod along the panhandle
Only to get fried
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
Categories:
domesticated, animals
Form: Haiku