Glottis Poems

Hoisted Hag Seducing

bounty brags blushing
purpled eyes puncturing
hoisted hag seducing
callous crimson tuning
into hankering hall
she opened door

gaunt glottis shrunk
like leering lust's
none inside thrust

"I'll revive him,
mystic May's wind
pebbles pruning pills"

then she left,
reincarnation at crest.
       19:12:24:07:30

~Note~ An imitation of Lascelles Abercrombie's "Witchcraft: New Style"

Mystic Mountain Moaning

silly sequoia slumbering
meager mists mooing
callous clouds clustering
voluptuous vibes vying
tempted twigs twiddling
salient sleep swilling

spooky silver silhouette
pulling pulpy pests
contracting cautious crrsts

lousy clouds lurching
gaunt glottis grooving
gigantesque syllables dripping

mystic mountain moaning;
sleep's spell swigging.
       19:12:05:08:17

Quien Sabe Su Nombre,Ars Poetica

I saw him in my dream
Or my dream saw him.
Girded in instructions,
Sitting opposite as a timed
adder. Listening to my glottis
spray,enchanting words elating
his heart and whipping his ear.
Diverse heads held many heads:
Head with debt and some deposited death.
Sat i with him in closure,
Pushing my lips forward for enclouse:
'I'm a poet',and all of that i've said.
But was veiled yet to me that he had a news.
For so long had i been loquacious,
He pushed forth his words: tentatively audacious.
And like the purposed wind flew.
His product did my brain told me audibly,
But when my eyes untrust themselves,
My brain seemed mute.
He'd said: 'Their is a female poet in hebrew 
Her name is 'monume?'.
I'm i sure i got the name.
Even there lies the mistake.
Just returned from hoping around the air,
And the air refused to bear the burden faithfully.
Or you know the name:
That poet of strangling fame?
Ho me,if thou do,
Maybe she's hidden by her variant skill.
Or nature pleaded to have her in her bossom.
'Monume?'

Quien Sabe Su Nombre,Ars Poetica

I saw him in my dream
Or my dream saw him.
Girded in instructions,
Sitting opposite as a timed
adder. Listening to my glottis
spray,enchanting words elating
his heart and whipping his ear.
Diverse heads held many heads:
Head with debt and some deposited death.
Sat i with him in closure,
Pushing my lips forward for enclouse:
'I'm a poet',and all of that i've said.
But was veiled yet to me that he had a news.
For so long had i been loquacious,
He pushed forth his words: tentatively audacious.
And like the purposed wind flew.
His product did my brain told me audibly,
But when my eyes untrust themselves,
My brain seemed mute.
He'd said: 'Their is a female poet in hebrew 
Her name is 'monume?'.
I'm i sure i got the name.
Even there lies the mistake.
Just returned from hoping around the air,
And the air refused to bear the burden faithfully.
Or you know the name:
That poet of strangling fame?
Ho me,if thou do,
Maybe she's hidden by her variant skill.
Or nature pleaded to have her in her bossom.
'Monume?'

La Paz Y Su Auricular-Arabian Sonnet

PEACE AND HER EAR PIECE

My eyes greeted the way to the class,
Saw different people with different eyes,
Some without and with glass,
Some toss around like an empty mass.

Then did i saw a spirit before me:
Then,elated was my glottis.
But within her ears was an earpiece.
Then i think i heard the voice of the Holy Spirit.

I called and called her till i was nearer,
For the more i move closer it seem to her farther.
Till i removed the 'piece from her ears,she proved deafer.

Then she did saw me an exclaimed: 'Oh josh,you're here?'.
So,are many who YHWH calls which cannot hear,
Till he take the earpiece away from their ears.
      18:01:09:06:45

The Day's Ray

"The day's dawn is stretched like a lawn,but few will have fun"

1)Getting on a bus:
Some by choice some by force.
The way seemed holy and flowered.
But the bus stripped her off
her garment and made her naked:

2)There were the monsters and the cowards,
The aged and the littluns,
The preserved and the observed,
The obssessed and the possessed,
The loved and the hated,
All billing their faces,
Causing it to ooze sweat.
'Honk Honk' the monster wailed.
'You wan fly',my glottis thrived.

3)Passers-by have one or two things to say:
'Get off my bus',the conductor was vexed:
The woman wasn't of the fare aware,
And the conductor never cares.

4)Would have love to finish the movie,
But deprived was i for my duty.
'A Lecturer may awaits me in the class',
I thought till my thought got me off and down.

Maybe later the journey continues.

And the actions make same rhythm

"Time is money,time is precious,time is a virtue,time is life. Those who play with time plays with their lifes".
     17:19:12:09:42

Ephemerality

'lasting for a very short time':

You went to a college,
graduated in flying colours.
Was drunk with the vapour 
of distinction
In the higher level's age.
Knowledge was your cage.
Even you obtained certificates.
But death pursued your breath:
Bethroted to Ephemeral.

Groomed by the best clown,
elating glottis,scolding eyes.
Gone to river of rivers 
to fetch.
Caught sharks,whales and leviathan.
But health got you tied:
Bethroted of ephemeral.

1)Education is ephemeral(though proving he's a sage.)
Profession and his wife are ephemeral(though boasting around wealth).
Sickness is ephemeral(though often scaring away health.)

  All strive to stay,
But they would not stay.
Drown in the dread 
of unseen phenonmenons.

Ephemerality is not all those things up there:
 It's you:
Even you that doesn't know who you're,
You that gets intimidated easily,
For you'll last but for a very short time.

"Life will not give you what's right,if you're mute."
   
EPHEMERALITY!
    17:1:12:14:17

Written in the Honour of my dear friend: Robert M Smith

Shall We

Shall we continue the praise of the moon?
Or of the monk and the nun?
Shall our glottis be lean on the herbs?
Or on the slacken nerves?

Shall our words be drained on mountains?
Or our inks on the beauty of fountains?
Shall our eyes be seduced by the fir trees?
Or by the bewitchment of the daffodils?

Shall the oceans seat on our poetry?
Or the deserts be our sundries?
Shall our loved be penned for our pets?
Or on the beauty of the vets?

Shall our praises ring only in the creatures' ear?
At YHWH's-the creator- expense?.
     17:11:25:18:53

Wants To Float

Here it's even:
The cloud called at me,
Even he spoke to me:
He said 'Joshua,why're you worried'.
I was reluctant letting the 
Cat out of the bag.
Then,he weighing my doubt
spelt by my betraying eyeballs 
admonished me and bade me
to elate my glottis and seduce
his ear of the matter eating me up.

Then i lent him the truth,
With the intention that he'll give me fruit:
'I gat to leave my country,
Before the death of this month'. Said I.

He chuckled and whipped the dripping
water from his face.
I, drowned by the wits of
his uncalled actions forced
my gaze towards him straining
my ears to perceive his words.

'I'll be of help to you,
Only if you float in me',he continued.

Elated was i after those words:
That even he is willing to help.

But i've been jumping for hours
If i can only touch him.
Yet,the jealous earth wouldn't me.

Even yet,i'm still jumping:
Maybe i need a ladder:
Even a humanic ladder.
      17:22:17:20:48

To the One Who Raised My Arms

Being the giver of my life:
Jolting me away from strife.
Loaning me to joyfulness
Graced with love and happiness.

The hunting wolves measuring the depth 
Of the promiscous earth:
You tossed me above their claws,
Raising  me beyond all flaws.

Even when the leopard figured my brights:
Even when i was wroth in its sight.
It intended to make me and destruction bethrot.
But dashed apart was it like cedar by his wrath.

Under his wing my shelter be:
Even like the mother hen's:Little mild chicks.
Through the hole of the wings my eyes perceived the foe:
And yea,by him,i did words throw.

'Come take me now' i'd said.
To the wandering timid chick who fled.
And i who once dwelt in the cave of fright,
Now take against all my plights.

Traces...

The beauty of your holiness,
Even crazed with indisguise awesomeness.
At the awe of your generosity,
My glottis soar in it's velocity.

Chewing: 'Oh how grateful am i'.
To the one who raised my arms!
       17:21:17:20:56

A Mistake

He travelled his eyes
through
the depth of the
atmosphere
And saw you standing:
Posing or scotting-you
were standing.
He sprayed his glottis
Products:
'I love something about
you' he'd said.
Bewitched by his words
you succumbed:
IT'S A MISTAKE.

He came around your
abode,
In love foggeries you two
arode.
He bid a plot of land out of
the acres of love in you:
You gave in to him:
IT WAS A MISTAKE.

He asked you to visit his
home,
He prepared lamb steaks
and baccaroni laced with
sweet potatoes.
You went to his home:
IT WAS A MISTAKE.

You finished eating,he bade
you
To lay on his foams.
You are reluctant but gave
in:
IT WAS A MISTAKE.

He caressed your depth,
Got you drown-lips in lips.
Discharge his fury in your
court:
IT WAS A MISTAKE.

What transpired led to a
contour,
'I'm pregnant for you',you
told him.
He said he's not ready to be
a father.
He gave you some pills,
You took the pills and slept:
IT WAS A MISTAKE.

You woke up without
intestines,
Your stomach hummed and
cursed the act.
Your breath fled from you:
DEATH TOO,MIS-TAKE.

Running Dry

He gained access to the forest:
Disfigured the trees without rest.
Tilled the soil and baked it's egg,
Fashioned out all useful pegs.
Became the collar's slave,
Loan himself to luxury's cave.
Took shelter under mammon:
Extending his wealth with glamour.
He bought the bank of wealth,
Gave few,willingly more kept.
Merged with Aristotle and Plato,
Likened to Jupiter and pluto.
Then after the fulfilment of his heart,
He elated his glottis pride:
'Let anyone ask,i have all,i'll give,even God, i have no debt':
And the Lord took his breath.
        17:11:18:12:16

1000 Dollar

Standing was i at the edge of the sea:
The reefs chatterings,the waves clapping.
The Jellies smiling at me,hurting my soul.

He stood at the other side of the sea:
Waving at me,beckoning to me.
Admonishing me,pulling my heart to him:
'I may be of help',the wind carried the offspring of his glottis.

But how can i meet him?
The foe wouldn't me or he:
Even the pompous and indifferent sea,
Executing his order,staying mine.

Yet,he wants to come to me.
Even like the curtains bolt,
My heart is fastened to him.
Who will bring us together.
He have been lonely.
I,of him i've been Hungry.

Wants a willing ship that'll travel to his end(where he stand).
And bring a thousand dollar to me(where i am).
Even before i'm dead(of him).
       17:16:11:20:31

Search For Vanity

Singing through all lines, 
In the dale and vine,
Hopping my glottis around, 
Straining it to in joy abound.

Walking all miles, 
Miles moistured and tiled, 
Forcing undaunted gaze, 
On the Angelic phase.

In such a strenuous search, 
Curiosity did me lash,
Scolding my initiatives,
Urging me to be creative.

What I've I return'd with? 
Gold...? Or an adventure wits:
So, do humans keep hunting,
For a thing that's equal to nothing. 
       17:09:21:19:25

Hophni and Phinehas: Prophets In Disguise

The ark was conveyed to their Shiloh.
And there is their father's hollow.
Then they seized the medium to deflower
The virgin precepts of the thriving pillar.
They offered pleasant burning swimming incense,
That irritates the kings person in persistence.
And they abuse the power sheltering the cherubims,
Greeting mothers and damsels with moistured glottis.
They'd said "rain will not fall for decades."
But after those words the sky cries helplessly for the mirades.
Now they went to war drowned in pride.
And destructive death took them on ride.

They're still lurking in those axis.
Hophni and Phinehas; prophets in disguise are ordering practice.
     17:03:09:12:17

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