my recycle bin
impassive, stolid sentinel...
suddenly submerged,
glutted with Christmas flyers
screaming consumerism
Remembered the 1940s, the season of the holocaust.
Six million irons, disjointed from their ores
Were forged in bottomless pits of anvils.
The swarming bees in a ceremonious buzzing
Were uncoupled from their hives through Reichsbahn.
However, a tensed, stale wind of discord swivel
On the creeks of Dachau, Auschwitz, Treblinka
And other shores of darkness.
Never shall the bloody sky efface again
The innocent faces of seedlings in chains
Suddenly transformed into smoke under a silent sky.
For not four thousand micrographic scrolls
Of antique Pharaoh, hieroglyphics could symbolize
The petrifying carrions glutted by black vultures.
Two rivers parted by mountainous fiend
In no time of twilight
Laid eyes into the seas.
Two branches glued to tree trunks
Would in a bit of an eyelid
See those white balloons.
The mockingbird is set among the pigeons
And doors of golden rainbows
Crept in the fog.
Everywhere, the white dove’s skull
Is at the bottom of the picture
While the frogs and wasps play their lyres.
But, the wild hyacinths grew among Linden
The lion; among hummingbirds
With every twist, Lynx's eyes.
I buzzed around
Amid our clan’s beesound.
My swarm buzzed in cloud
In beespeak spoke aloud.
But the babble of the bees
Suddenly did cease,
For one with gut swollen,
Legs burdened by pollen,
Dropped out of the swarm
And sounded an alarm.
We came to a rest,
Behaved at our best,
To ken what he’d say,
On this blessed day.
He dropped on the ground,
Did a hop and a bound.
Like showman he pranced,
Strutted and danced,
Clockwise he went,
Clear message he sent.
It was the bees waggle!
It told the straggle
Where lay the flowers,
Nectar and pollen showers!
So off we took to flight,
All of us were light,
To be glutted by dusk,
With bounty of bees' musk!
Basking in the sun,
His waggle now done,
The hero of the bees,
Gloried as the bee’s knees!
Shell like and thin,without and within,whose surface naturally co-incide.Straight rays from the eyes,horizontal,perpendicular,grace with beauty personified.
Simplicity,intricacy uniformity .Quanitified.inlets of beautyevident,entertaining the eye glutted with variety.A plainspace,pleasant to see,scroll and volute in symmetry,surprised by mimicry to avoid regularity.Simple,distinct enjoying with ease, in cone form or pyramid will ever please.Allegory,riddlewhere angles amuse,magnitude ill-shaped,adds greatness to grace,a broken line to enhance each face.Lines entwine,twistingthen un-wind.Serpentine,well composed adds variety to art,waving,dotted or straight,elegantgrace in our eye will impart.
SEARCHING QUESTION
By Swamidhason Francis
I stepped out for answer and forgot the question;
I stepped in searching for it;
she escaped from my abode,
Oh my God!
What can I tell them, hiding in society?
Where shall I find her?
I lay in bed, lifeless like a glutted sheep,
Floating in my failures, flooding my drained brain;
While daring demons of daylight are dancing
with fear, omens of fright are barking at night.
She tested covid-19 +ive
She kills anyone or everyone here
And I stand alone quarantined forever.
Oh sweet stench of death, kiss my lips thy night…
Release me from thy clutches of loves’ rot,
Unchain my soul from loves’ barbarous byte…
Where heavens display their hells and have fought,
Only to bleed bated tears in their fraught;
Be gone thy feverous eternal eyes…
Euthanize my sorrows in glutted guise,
Seal my sacrifices in twilight tombs…
Where thy demon daggers of love chastise,
And thus bringing me back to wakeful wombs.
10x10
Rhyme Scheme: A-B-A-B-B-C-C-D-C-D
Dec.11.2019
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Glutted left-brain information media
actively hope to understand
Why does emotional intelligence
speak to egocentric concerns
of mortality and discomforting toxic defeat,
loss and difficult win/lose everyday choices
in a calming voice for unself-conscious contentment?
What is this ZeroSoul content of contentment
to feel we are right
sentient full beings
here co-present
within eternal now relationships of compassion
affiliating on this Earth
in our co-passioning interdependent webs
of health co-operative
wealthy co-investment?
Without mortal loss,
suffering;
Without unwanted walls between us
and them.
Why does emotional unintelligence
speak too loudly
intolerantly
of Earth-UnCentered constant concerns
of inhumane immortal overpowers
and toxic LoseHealth/LoseWealth
RightWing left-brain dominant choices
in cacophonous dissonant voices
claiming no rights to contentedly prefer
healthier multicultures
of win/win emotional intelligence?
The quest to conquer primal urges fails,
Our bodies constitute divines and bases;
The splitting whereof inner peace travails,
Nirvana glows when Reason, Love embraces.
But high or low can Reason’s balance tip,
For starved or glutted Love does dim the weight;
Each sway portends a waving sinking ship,
And wrecks on ocean floors are past cure’s date.
To calm the swelling seas of Psyche’s plane
Means I must navigate the flames of lust,
And ace the testing fire like Sita sane,
Or burn like Dido back to ash and dust.
The outcome’s vague when beating passions bathe,
Yet hope have I to walk the blaze unscathed.
Spawn of the arcane, glutted, she sprawls upon the sands
of mythos. As victims, star-crossed lovers, outcasts,
we have all seen the traces of these nether lands.
Sphinx-like, besotted, she lays among the bodies dashed.
A pixie smith has cast her silver chains, retained her
inside this mystic plane, stained her hide vintage rose.
Among the cards on the table, it is plain; she purrs.
Do you know what she knows; guess, a riddle she poses.
Protection sought from life's trials is at her command.
But, few coupled or single have journey past her grasp.
Unknown, to the unschooled, their senses unused, banned,
Christendom, the sacred fecund grail has miscast.
From Hatshepsut's visage, bound to Sekhmet she's sworn
beware, beware The Chariot's card once it is drawn.
I was feeling mighty low one day
Till wifey-poo came to the rescue
“Close your eyes, I've a big surprise!”
I was tempted to take a peek, wouldn't you
Held 'em shut tight and played the game
I could smell this aroma so sweet
Heaven had descended upon this poor soul
Smelled like that glorious treat
It's a smell that really can't be disguised
Described as the food of the gods
Chocolate oh glorious sweet sweet chocolate
It takes you where angels fear to trod
Finally she said, “Okay open your eyes!”
And there in all of its splendour
Lay a bowl of sweet chocolate pudding
I just knew I had to surrender
Adorned with a glob of fluffy whipped cream
And a yummy red cherry on top
My heart started pounding so fast and loud
Thought my ears were going to pop
When I had glutted myself like a piggy
I slumped back down in my chair
The air was filled with the sound of angels
Spent the rest of the day without care
NUTRITIONAL INFORMATION
Chocolate is a bean
A bean is a vegetable
Vegetables are good for you
So chocolate is a health food!
Enjoy my friends, enjoy!
© Jack Ellison 2015
The definition for the word decadent in this poem is the following: extremely
pleasing
The synonyms you can have in mind are the following: unrestrained and
shameless
I want to indulge in this love
To arrive at its very core
I want that delectable taste
The pleasure that it has in store
I want to revel in opulence
Luxuriate in comfort fine
To savor its decadent treats
Indulging in what is sublime
I want to relish its sweetness
To take in and not abstain
I want to be ravished by love
To give in to pleasure and pain
I want to be wild, uncontrolled
Glutted in a wanton excess
To be obsessively taken
Have my inner woman undress
Like richest silky smooth chocolate
I'll tempt, tantalize, and I'll tease
Making love to be what I want
To melt in my need to appease
Decadently decadent love
Is all that my heart and soul crave
To be lost in time and in place
To drown in a love that can save
Eileen Manassian Ghali
This is a repost. There was a time when I was deleting my poems. This was ohe of them. I have brought it back to light. Thanks for reading.
INLETS OF BEAUTY
Shell like and thin,without and
within,whose surface naturally
co-incide.Straight rays from the
eyes,horizontal,perpendicular,
grace with beauty personified.
Simplicity,intricacy uniformity
Quanitified.inlets of beauty
evident,entertaining the eye
glutted with variety.A plain
space,pleasant to see,scroll
and volute in symmetry,surprised
by mimicry to avoid regularity.
Simple,distinct enjoying with
ease, in cone form or pyramid
will ever please.Allegory,riddle
where angles amuse,magnitude
ill-shaped,adds greatness to grace,
a broken line to enhance each
face.Lines entwine,twisting
then un-wind.Serpentine,well
composed adds variety to art,
waving,dotted or straight,elegant
grace in our eye will impart.
From Hogarth’s Analysis of Beauty
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read this phrasis of mine on youtube under the name of icthyschiro
Raven is a Flower
The floral women speak to chilly wind.
Calling out the ancient remnants penned in golden lace,
milked with cran-embroidered keys.
The grave stones plunge deep into their seats,
worthy by the black flower forest.
The Raven caws, crossing the crimson lake.
Sipping on the stone black tree petals.
Cotton shreds through the fine bedrock.
Ensuing treasured remorse, a winter long story.
The Raven’s cry springs out of the honey baked trees,
from the sun-faced rays.
A fibrous shadow turns inward,
touched by effervescent cran-burned bronze,
and copper covered ivory.
A pause, offering swords of sacrifice.
Tuning into a sight filled with glutted stride.
I am a monster.
I could be nothing less.
I murdered for three nights.
I glutted on the blood of my victims. Their throats torn away in my need. Bodies left
strewn in the gutters, alleyways and back rooms of the brothels.
Young or old. As long as their souls were black and evil....I fed.
I cared not for their pleas. As I did not enthrall them. Their screams and fear
sweetened the wine.
I am covered in their gore. Head to toe, I reek of the rotted stench.
I have no idea the count. Only the recollection of freedom! I reveled in my glory and
monstrosity. I was overcome with the very nature of my being. I was intoxicated by
the moon and the mortal beasts needs.
Yet, I sit here, quill in hand. Waiting impatiently for the next full moon.
~Lord Kellington
* (Saturn is esoterically associated with the twelfth month of December)
… raining, raining! – disrobed heaven’s
chain of glittering tears
washing our earthen face, and
I raise my umbrella
thinking of you
in the shattered liquid glass
around us…
… warmth of our enveloping womb…
* * *
… let’s cross the *lyric mountains
to the sunset and beyond,
not satisfied until we reach
the dawn we
hold in each others hands…
* (for the Lerik Mountains in Azerbaijan)
* * *
… narcissists, your glorious eyes
feeding on me, boiling-ravenous
smacking lips,
glutted upon our saturnalian feast…
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