Frothed Poems - Poems about Frothed

Daddy

...My best friend saw me born.
Coronation of blood,
Tearing through his long beloved.
Floppy neck and flailing limbs,
Protesting my own birth.
Constricting cord,
A life noose, murderous 
Cut from...

Stage Fright

...“Stage Fright”

Where are my lights?
My camera?
My action?
It's not supposed to be like this!

I trained long enough for the stage,
for stardom.
I know I did.
I just know what I did.

I w...

Geometric Dreaming

...

Unending lines, vast voids, shapes
meddle with my mind
and ghost an odd geometry,
the same that sometimes 
twitch when a sudden waking 
decapitates a dream. 

Time dilates or shrinks
to a...

Red Velvet Lust

...A quarter cup of melted butter
Slips quietly into the bowl.
Minuscule amounts speckled my lips
As I scatter in a mouthful of sugar. 

Not the first or last time,
I will create this dish. 
I br...

If a Poem was a Spell at Wizards Dell

...

              If a poem was a spell at wizard's dell. 
Would it say in a state of dual-singularity come to life 3D in bilingualarity "come walk with me"?

Wallowing a dance a snake charmer fla...

Sappho Translations Ii

...Sappho Translations II

That country wench bewitches your heart?
Hell, her most beguiling art’s
hiking her dress
to seduce you with her ankles' nakedness!
Sappho, fragment 57, loose translation...

Midnight Hunger

...The rumbling sound,
While I lie low to the ground-
Calling upon the cuffs of sleep -
To keep me in the jails deep-
It is a wave that strikes;
A hungry tummy to get a slice,
Of bread,
Of breath...

The Blessing

...
It frothed, it boiled from deep within her soul,
fermenting in the furnaces of hell.
Considering how best to take her toll,
With heaving breast, stared down the infidel,
and belched it ...

Remember How She Would Watch Me

...I remember how she would watch me coming in late from playing in the fields in a new pair of slacks,
whiteness between my ribs shooting at this lovely girl.
And commanding her to yield. Along came ...

I Will Climb

...If I become the paper could you know? 
If I, the ink, would meaning flow?
These living characters, each 
a multitude beseeching through each interlude, 
as God’s own winter snow for silent ears 
...

Mire of the Northern Rain Forest

...Spring buds
Bursting
Like popcorn stuck on sticks
Raising my perspective to
Gallivant
In knee-high tickle grass
Nested
In the strew of stony rocks
Festooned
With sphagnum and lichen
Frothed...

Thine Art Loveth

...HARK, whilst thee singeth melody,
gauged labyrinths midst harmony,
ransom subconscious, placed thee free,
persuade possessed, heed thy purged glee,
beg reposed heart thy beating plea.
The...

Ice Nine Part 2

...Frigid metals twist like 
Banshees in shriek,
Making all who hear it fear it's threatening speech.
Cognitive cogs, turning out torture-
instigating further madness noir.
Pale green and gold in i...

Exotic Pleasures

...Exotic Pleasres

Orange juice with ice chips,
Then..a nice warm shower.
Dreaming I am in Hawaii,
All frothed up in jasmine gel!
I further my exotic morning and 
It's really just before dawning...

Another Birth of Day

...Out of the darkness of night
crept the dawn.
Steaming with thirst, 
the dry mouth sun rose—
inebriating itself with morning
dew—leaving sparkling stars of green
scattered across the quilted ear...

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