They rang out clear on the spine of the night,
Smashing stained glass of basement churches
And disembowelling pots of truths.
Aiming at the tendons of hate from
Lone-eyed monsters,
The slugs, flaming and fertile,
And with sparks of racial rage,
Penetrate America's gloom
With a boom.
I hold my heart in my hand
carved out off my chest with a machete,
My bleeding heart still beats!
DoctorDoctor, doctor, how did the operation go?
– But what doctor, what nonsense! Look, I'm Saint Peter!
PS. alkas TRANSLATING Paulo Miranda
Drowning in this abyss,
I lay down flat after a long thrive.
I sink down deep, I strangely feel alive,
Always into taking those chances,
I admit I was a bit naïve.
The pain numbs all the high,
it numbs all the excite.
It’s intoxicating how alluring this game is,
I slip through the depths more,
Echoes of beeps going dryer;
As it messes with my wires,
My heart is at peace finally, Oh! this ambushed fire.
I feel serene,
I bet this was the only way out of the scene.
I did not run, I escaped
I have no regrets, after all I saw were facades.
The abyss is calm, unlike the tempest of my senses
If these orbs were to grant me a boon,
I’ll wish for conscious’ pulse to stop functioning soon.
Let me drift into nothingness,
I am not demoralized,
After all I always thought of life substantiality as useless.
Without being materialized,
I prefer to just exist 'dimensionless'.
They were the definition of marriage
My parents' union seemed flawless
Their bond was built on courage
In their hearts, love was fearless.
But that night, the thunder struck
I saw a broom and a hen weaponized
I saw the danger anger and trust provoked
The story of their divorce, never fully realized.
Their separation to me was scary
Though I wasn't in anyone's custody
My childhood felt a motherless void
Without God's grace, my light would've been destroyed.
Yet, their relationship is a book
Every page filled with wisdom
A crystal-clear stream
From which I'll always draw knowledge.
Oh the fatal moment of us
That enticing eyes and broad thighs
The soft voluptuous round lips
The soft garden in the front - 38
The stylish back well formed
You are the epitome of gorgeousness
You are the queen of kamasutra
I am lost in your curvy body
Your neck is so smooth
Your hands are like a baby cute
My passion knows no limit now
Sleeplessness occurs often
Lost in your body, I succumb to thee everyday
I conquer and I cherish thee
You bring out my animal instinct
My heart's hearbeat heat horny harmonium
I want to have you in my arms now
2023 brought sorrow that broke me. Death defeated thoughts who say we’re unshakable, stronger than death. We want to think the end, for us – for our people, is inconceivable. Yet, death calls and we must answer. It refuses to be snubbed. This year brought more personal dealings with death than I care to remember!
I feared for The Soon Traveling Fire,
When I saw who was going to drive:
Jack, who did thrice of men's lives deprive,
He himself lucky to be alive;
Now, with a left leg fracture does strive
And Lord God knows that's no way to thrive
Kept I trembling for the moving five;
If I were among them, bound to dive
When his Porsche wished not one to
Jack himself Electric wire live...
You enter his car, enters a beehive,
Minutes on end continue to jive:
"Fire you Thunder Ferdinand Jack
Knowledge of safest driving you lack...
FATAL FLAW
Let it be known
& be shown
to accrue
upon demand
servitude
where hearts reside
then align
as one
after the storm
within
eloquence&grace
shall be
a free intent
to withstand
& embrace
turn into gold
upon
the errant tide
then to arise
to debate a begotten gain
in fractured hearts
sheltered
then
to hold unbound
&to inspire
ere
shrivelled
on the vine
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Flower Child
fields of hemp flowers
smokey green horizon clouds~
luscious femme fatale
Her mouth drawn in carmine
paints malice temptation to
my wishes...
if she calls me in smiles
I shudder with pleasure
anticipation...
that fatal mouth
hallucinate my
sanity, the
powerful sensual catalyst... !
Let us call a spade a spade,
You are making feeble excuses for your mistakes.
My respect you must earned,
All the trust between us you have burned.
Playing Russian roulette with my feelings,
I am sick and tired of your mistreating.
Your feelings are like a roller coaster every day,
I think you just obsessed with me anyway.
I am done with your insecurities,
Telling me, you loving me?
That is just your game, misleading me,
Every time we supposed to go on a date,
You have to work late.
Weekends you are never free,
To spend time with me.
There is always something that you have to do,
Then you blamed me, for not having time for you?
Are you kidding me, to think?
I am so irresponsible,
That I will let you in?
Break down my walls.
I built them especially for men like you,
Who want to make women feel small.
The lazy one is just the way he is
because he has pure laziness
or fatal disease
not being active and only be idle... !
Every time you make a new friend,
I make a new enemy
Every time you swear that you won’t,
my world falls apart
Every time you say it’s the last,
my grief is reborn
Every time I look in your eyes
—the future is lost
(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)
perfectly-placed pleats
admirable rear
other interests
wandering eyes hurt
understandably
potential problems
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written 3/26/2021
(Inspired by Picture #3)
For "Tableau 2" Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Composed using PS "Syllable Counter"
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