polysemy
protrudes, prodding power
letting chiasma
churn and curdle
ply poet-marriage:
an anankean lockless key—a dower
set upon a
dorseless tower
I eat my crow,
drowned in chowder
time sealed in
the wicking willow wood
—CODA—
I don’t want to
be solved
I want to be
inhabited
working in
dream-logic
surrealist
disjunctive fissures
places where
contradictions coexist
that is—
precisely
pointless
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Spontaneity 2-28-24
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Spontaneity
Arthritic inertia,
Absent of the Prime Mover,
Bursts into astral fireflies of serendipity
Coloring outside deliberate
Past ebony links in tangerine comets
In outbursts of the unplanned ad-lib
Flicks of incandescent glory
And slivers of glee,
Like dolphins leaping or whales breaching
Into the spontaneous’ ephemeral sparkle,
Ignite gusts of rumbling grace
Rushing past anxious spirals,
Sneaking past solemn's gates,
In explosions of uncontained whimsy -
As springs of roiling combustions
Split life draining millstones,
And rock musty routines that shuffle
Bathing the unsmiling dower dirge
With thunder dancing across sullen waters
To christen spontaneity’s godchild
With new robes of unrehearsed mirth
And a dedicated named -
Laughter!
Full Trust I have in my power
Now formidable like a tower,
Before foes to not cower
Like the confronted by a prowler
Or an infant in a bower …
Full freshness in my power:
I know in the next one hour
Things shall cease to be sour:
A new comeliness of Rose Flower,
Not a thing to make me glower;
An Early Widow for a dower…
A Pillar Trust in my Power!
Is this what it seems?
Tune of "Islands in the Stream"?
Old bag singing in the shower,
Gravity sucks, with its dower,
You'll get old too, you see,
Don't laugh at old chicks like me!
While waiting for the end
I noticed a flower.
And waiting for the end
I lowered in dower.
When saying to myself
there's water to loure.
When draying to myself
I watered the flower.
When all of the life
I chose to honor
was what of the life
I bent to donor.
Then bowing to say
I spent life flounder.
Was all in my life
I lent past lounder.
Sleep untold in nights forgotten millions
oblivious always of ever singing light
Sleep, and dream not of trees
or scintillating canopies of leaves
the grass blades do not shimmer green
nor flowers of myriad colours seem
Sleep, in an awakenings half remembering
play the landscapes dancing with shadows vibrant
Do not heed a single clouds language
come, ignore th azure skies whispering
Hold not this planet so
in this drowsy somnolent pillow
the hills and forest will not help you
no rivers bed for comfort protect you
In valleys the unnumbered stars never shine
so vast a universal to hold you
this embraced epiphany falters in their paths
and patterns lost beneath the darkness of desperate rock
Go to sleep
and in the wasting, do not see
Echo dower this drear
as somber be as falling petals lost this year
Bird wind and trumpet melody
only play the dirge of a mountains finality
covet not the mere imaginings
but break instead upon poisons wretch
Go to sleep
and in the wasting, do not see
I wonder what my dower would be
if he had not chosen life
A constable -in bag would be
the share - halved - without the choice
Would hold memories I suppose
but those we shared
so, bring me half he owned outright
Bring me secrets on a page
and space them - just so-
that such stuns at a time
could never awe me so
And in it - the design
for such a mystery
and show me confidence in a wife
which entitled him husbandry
Feminism,
Neo-Marxism,
Catastrophic cultural schism,
Rallying against the "patriarchy",
Waging social war by tweeting,
Against superficial enemies of the ideology,
Submission through guilt and gender supremacy power,
Cracking down the whip to make challenger's cower,
Upheaving the meritocratic system to rule in ivory towers,
A pathogenic social construct toppling modern liberty in Western society,
Collecting mugs of discontent using male tears to shower,
Ruining husband's lives then demanding child support dower,
Ostracizing traditional gender roles and wedding vowers,
Endless rhetoric regurgitated fueling the dichotomy,
Opposers pay sanctioned blood apology,
New recruits sacrifice liberty,
Hell-bound progressivism,
Neo-socialism,
Feminism.
Ah men, always at the ready to take power;
the wisdom that a woman has poses a threat.
So, defame the dame, give her warts, watch men cower
make her the spawn of demon's, make devils her get.
Call her witch, and let her lure men to her bower,
let her kindness to help and heal bring naught but regret.
Call her hell hound's ***** who with her kiss devours,
yet, in your heart of heart you know; you're in her debt.
Her life will be forfeit; so you can keep her dower,
ah men, have you no souls, by greed you are beset.
How many widowed wives have been dis-empowered,
robbed, and scoured to claim their power men are set.
THE AMAZON MEETS THE GREEKS
When life was thick with possibility,
Before the written word and the weighing scales,
Your definitions held too much probity
In the rich seamless embroidery of our tales.
Our vanished mystery, which your history sealed
Up in the libraries of the planet’s scar.
So what way to better wield a shield?
You men just skirt the theory of war!
Words became deeds – there were forests to lop!
Hard iron entered body and soul
I cherished my child as a cosmic tear-drop
Bound to osmosis in the ocean’s roll,
And took the sword, and chopped my source and dower
Because you underestimated female power.
(c) Rosemarie Rowley
An evil witch dons her witch’s hat tonight
Where there are black spiders crawling with fright
They scatter all down her great dower face
They skitter about the ground, every place
In the witch’s cold hands is a lit pumpkin
Starting with hatred, there’s some evil sin
All throughout this pumpkin, fear does evolve
Just darkness emits from that which revolves
Lightning flashes and thunder peels on in
Passersby get a glimpse of what’s within
They run with a fear unlike any seen
For they noticed the witch’s face has turned green
With loud cackle she rides her trusty broom
Off to some victims’ house to spell out doom
Russell Sivey
Two eyes gleaming in the dark
heralded it's coming.
Silent paws that left their mark
showed where it was going.
Stripey fur and lashing tail
Describe it's fierce appearance
but my eyesight could not trail
it's sudden - disappearance.
Noble beast and savage emblem
Ruler of all lower things?
How they fear you when you hunt them
Creatures that escape have wings.
But man has skill beyond your cunning
Intelligence beyond your dower.
So he kills you while your'e running for
He cannot match your power.
for Shadows...Tigers Living Free Contest.
I have a secret, the changing of time
Affects me sublime, and opens me to
The changing of blue to this lovely sign
Of which I divine, the moon shines all through
The fog entered into, each step I’m blind
I reach every kind, the walkway is straight
With fall leaves debate, I surely don’t mind
I walk on them to grind, moon won’t abate
The darkness all around depresses me
I can sure see by the sound of the moon
Not a flower to bloom, must be empty
While it won’t be grumpy, surely too soon
I don’t find a regret, where the power
Resides in a tower, while it ensues
I can’t breathe in the blue, it does shower
Moon’s a ray of dower, just what we choose
The land isn’t sound proof, is carries here
The crickets do sheer, and cross barriers
The gut can’t feel emptier, there’s no fear
I grasp the fog’s tear, it cuts like daggers
Russell Sivey
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Form Modified Quatrain
Line 1: ab
Line 2: bc
Line 3: cb
Line 4: bc
A political pundit with power
stuffed dollars in his purse by the hour.
When called to court,
he said “Why not, sport?”
My daughter’s in real need of a dower.
And, while running a nasty ad game
He cried out “Why I’m not to blame!”
He did it too,
So *crew to you!
And he rose up on a tide of acclaim?
As the Robins dart across
Ignoring the clouds of gray
And cold breeze with the dry air
Bob their heads eating a bug
Something to me not there
The Redbuds that in the wild
Do grow begin to show their
True colors along the roads
Nestled beside are trees that
Are beginning to awake
Soon different shades of green
Will canvas the wild spring woods
Each tree shows its beautiful
Or knarled structure that's not
Now hidden by leaf, flower
Some being stately, others
Seem to be very dower
Some look as though being crowned
Or shaped by ice storm, children
Climbing on the young weak limbs
Each one having a beauty
All their own adorning the
Woods giving rich character
To the wild open rich woods
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