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A GRE

An epitaph
A GRE



Oggie the ogre spent weeks on a GRE
He sent pirates ask mutes in the frothing sea
So while we ate dinner Oggie did see
A willowy woman sent out to sea
She asked of ripe fruit but Oggie remiss
Forgot that true sailors set sail for the lobster bisque

Premium Member Funeral of Fireflies

The
Nights
Fury 
Lacerates 
Into tortured flesh
Fiery hailstones slowly embed
Underneath wailing dermis, sorrowfully bruising
A misplaced poet, madness gradually invading like rabies cultivating
Within tainted bloodstreams, forgotten faces liquify into frothing depraved moonbeams, psychedelic hallucinations corrupting 
Underworld’s wolves broke their gate, snarling with labored breath, piercing of dawn welcomes a funeral of fireflies, eclipsed by a broken brain being delicately dissected by  elongated canines feasting ravenously

Premium Member A WAVE SPLASHING FLOW OF WARS, LANDS, SEAS, AND US

A WAVE SPLASHING FLOW OF    
WARS, LANDS, SEAS, AND US


Today’s war waves flow;
Oily frothing away lives
And once useless ships:
Soaring ships costing so much
To be replaced and bombed out:-


Today’s warring times
Unanchors old warrior ways
Of making money:-
Not only do gas prices rise,   
But also its shipping cost:-


Ocean warring times
Leave much collateral ways
To make land-money:-
Land-money to support the
On land-power mongering:-


On land or the sea,
Political war making
Is about money:
Money to support power; 
Not winning equality:-
 
Just check it all out, 
And see what this war has done 
To poor you and me:
We do not have equity,
Justice, nor democracy:-


Final awareness:
Oceans have us surrounded;
Ships daily cruising.
Can not warships also cruise,
Right up to our shores as well?


Premium Member A SERENE SUMMER DAY

A SERENE SUMMER DAY

The sun hueing me,
Frothing waves entertaining:
Beach sand, my warm bed:-

Supermoon act I

Uraeal: "The symposium has brought forth the headless horseman, most metaphorically driven to sundown by the celestial charade."

Helel: "Is oft the token be, curse, cursed, or has our sullied names been frothing clean in the sea, like a mind's eye seeing through another portal in the hemisphere?"

Aurora: "I claim lightly like wind, so let's unwind the orchard from that place of plenty, shooting stars strike like platform shoes for nimble fey dancers."

Lucifer: " I might soon turn down the star, and unfold more atramentous ink from which spillage is at once appreciated and birch, prying eyes see far in the dark for some."

The forbidden one: *enters from the left, and softly cascades the waters of newer rivers over the timbers and planks* 

---End of act I---

Premium Member AN ENJOYED SUMMER DAY

AN ENJOYED SUMMER DAY

Wow, what a great bath.
Frothing shores entertaining:
Warm body well hued.


Premium Member WET SHORES: A HAIKU TRIO

WET SHORES: A HAIKU TRIO

Waves splashing the shores.
Warm, dry sand frothed with joy:
Wet and satisfied.

Wish I were a shore,
And justice, a frothing wave:
Wetting me daily:-

Shores of injustice,
Need frothing tornado waves,
And blunt force wetting:-

Premium Member summer delight

cool sparkling sea spray
like tinted frothing bubbles
it's a hot hot day

Ornamental Stigmata

Make me man as soon as my youngster 

knowingly receives their very last coddle.

The unconditional love curdles from

your loving mother’s teat.



Make it matter despite what you moo to cattle.

Prod the brittle; the previously dilly-dallied say,

“Tagalongs, hogtied stowaway freeloaders with

the trade inside loading and shipping containers.”



Longtime division produced its remainders.

A cove far off the oceans cost.

A cove in a periwinkle sea,

frothing with a bacterial foam 

whipping up these sweet

whipped creamed treats

and other delights.



A fondant atop it all

till the klutz ruination 

curses cause clusters of

curse wordings together,

finding their bindings.



Shame soaks the rag that wiped away

a distressed and disastrous look upon face. 

Words impact with a continuous compound fracture

under the masterful tongue's dismantling of the

peace talks upheld on the other hand.

Premium Member CALMING WAVING WRINKLED THOUGHTS

CALMING WAVING WRINKLED THOUGHTS

In the fog of the sea of mind,
Skiffing thoughts flow to and fro
On wrinkling waves frothing
To who knows where, as they
Ripple to be or not to be, echoes
Of negativity, neutral, or whatever:-

In the mental sky’s hovering of all of this,
A flash of enlightening awareness reveals
The necessity of the need to test the rudder
Of these wandering, skiffing though, towards
The reality shores of waiting sands of positivity:-

Praise be to the Giver of divine wisdom,
In the midst of such shipwreck-like thoughts,
Where it becomes necessary to realize that
We are not only navigators of the sea of mind,
But also controllers of its mental flow skiffed
Wandering thoughts in need of divine guidance:-

As seen in nature, the flowing waters of life’s seas
Are not always waving calmness and collectiveness:-
Rather, they are sometimes watered-skinned with turmoil,
And are in need of divine climatic attention to settle down:-
Thus, whenever turbulent thoughts enter the sea of our minds,
Remember, in its nature, we must also control our mind’s climate:-

Premium Member after the downbeat: -an ars poetica-

upon waking
no upon the waking
this waking neither first nor last

cold floor
a warm bulb shivers

the alley cat
still feral
counting its own lives
already half made of sound
arriving before it arrives

casts what your february
in its orange persistence
cast before

the hour of the lamp
is standing without you

one thought
and the thought that will not come

something there
has sunk its canines into
the syllables
your syllables
syllabub curdled
frothing

the syllabus
your mother birthed you with
wet and new
red-ink margins

not rehearsing them
no never rehearsing
conducting them slowly
as an orchestra pit must

when all the musicians have gone home
dry and gone

and no one answers the downbeat
and no one
and no one

two   three   four

the downbeat has no one left to strike

you lift your hand

the cat walks out of the sound it made
already elsewhere
leaving where it will return
leaving before it has left

Premium Member THE SUN: GOD'S GUIDING HYDRATING EYE

THE SUN: GOD’S GUIDING HYDRATING  EYE

Clouds frothing the sky,
Soaring waves frothing the shores;
Sunshine mooning all:
God’s stalwart navigator,
Navigating us onward:-

Premium Member IN GOD'S RAINING GLORY: A TANKERING FLOW

IN GOD’S RAINING GLORY

Without falling rain,
Where in this world would we be
Without God’s waters?
Please God, wet our will’s power,
With your hydrating guidance:-

With wisdom’s wetness,
And sunshine enlightenment,
Let us stream onward:
Frothing inequality,
With hydrating equity:-

In rain glory,
Let us get up and going:
Love’s laboring waits:
With God navigating us,
Let’s wet life with equity:-

In injustice's soils,
Let’s plow and sow justice’s seeds:
Reaping its onement:-
May the fruits of our labors,
Ever flow justice’s juice:-

And indeed God, please
Allow falling snow to freeze
Heated oppression:-
Then, let it just melt away
And be evaporated:-

Premium Member OF MINDING-BENDING WATERS

OF MIND-BENDING WATERS

In the ocean of mind,
Watering thoughts flow:-
Boarding these thoughts
On the ship of faith, 
Let our hearts’ rudder,
Guide us to waves of frothing hope:-
Peacefully arriving and docking
At the wharf of healing grace,
Let us timely, proceed to unload
Our cargo of dismaying pain;
And rejoicing in humbling praise,
Let’s give God glory for safe anchoring:-
Yes—in this present life—we still have
Challenging ocean waters to cross;
But praise Almighty God and the Ancestors,
Ours know no Middle Passages:-
And in the roaring waters of trumping waterfalls,
The Savior shall buoy and navigate us on our way:
Thus, let’s sail on to the shores of justice awaiting us:-

Late Night Piss

There are Dogs barking at the tweakers
Throwing up in our garden.
Their merciless chains drag them 
Clawing into the dirt
Digging into their frothing throats and I
Am happy for the tiles
For my two cold feet on the floor.
I am picking your tonsils
Out of my teeth
And spitting into the stream of
My feverish thoughts.
In the other room
I watch through the mirror 
As my mother crawls into the comfort
Of her bad dreams.
And I
Am so very soft.
Or so she says.

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