Flirting with my demons is like a wild cat gambling in a casino.
It’s fun, reckless, irresistible.
It’s thrilling, it hums with danger,
until curiosity, as it always does, catches the cat.
Flirting carries consequences.
You lose everything when you forget the promise you once made to walk away.
Therefore sometimes a promise of foreverness gets fractures into foreneverness,
a storm of uncertainty, like fallen trees
too weak to stand against the wind.
Now gone.
I memorized your metaphors, by immortalizing your Mona Lisa smile,
with the majestic violin tone of your voice,
softly, igniting wildfire graffiti of butterflies of kisses continue to continue to flutter and glow throughout my heart and soul.
Winter’s love is swallowing me whole
The death that follows the seeds I sowed
Ghosts clipping my heels where I tread cold toes
Immortalizing paired tracks frozen in snow
An icy grip on my throat, I start to breathe slow
Winter’s love is swallowing me whole
I blink my eyes wide for the lessons to show
Another year of life’s cycles come to a close
My skin favors blue as the ground starts to pull
Curled up like a fetus, like a fruit in a bowl
Winter’s love is swallowing me whole
My body is settling but how restless is the soul
Painful tingles subside as I relinquish control
Who might I be come next spring when the sun takes his toll?
I lay my mind to rest, as the thickest frost grows
Winter’s love is swallowing me whole
Materializing
memory
photos on the wall
Immortalizing
tomorrow
vision to recall
Prescience
in the offing
feelings coming home
Sentience
remaking
— that forever known
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
In a rather egotistical
and pathetic attempt
to immortalize myself,
in something I lost,
everything.
And now that I’ve burned
all of my bridges and I’m drowning,
the only thing I have left
to do is work.
And it's not working.
And the only ones
praising my work
are little kids,
the same age I was
when I broke everything.
Lucky me.
I watch them do
the same foolish things,
reaching for pointless dreams,
immortalizing themselves
for no one and nothing.
What I wouldn’t do
to have something,
and what I wouldn’t give
for something
worth saying.
Empty words
look prettier
when they’re
written in blood.
And trust me,
it’s dripping
straight out of
my pen tip
and into my lungs.
I wish that
instead of pneumonia
I had amnesia.
Maybe then,
I could forget about
all of this.
Butterflies don’t die,
instead they become Frankenstein
electric shocked and back to life;
Hot and cold heart,
hopelessly frozen yet fiercely beating;
Stomach just short of regurgitating,
butterflies are alive;
So blue you want them to decay
instead they flutter endlessly;
Electric shocked and back to life,
possessing traits of a zombie;
Butterflies won’t die;
There is no cocoon to hide in,
you’re stuck within your own skin,
and it just crawls;
Like a butterfly landing delicately
on your wrist;
Now you’re caught,
electric shocked and back to life;
Butterflies never die
instead becoming ink
immortalizing bloody tears;
Forever weeping
within a fly poetic tattoo.
Writing poetry fills my heart
for that this poet pays a toll;
Every word from the very start
creating and filling a hole,
still they take a piece of my soul;
A release of the nostalgic,
figuring out what make me tick
with each beat the ink is flowing;
Magic slowly mixed with tragic,
immortalizing everything.
Simplicity seduces stunning symmetrically salivating stimuli
Complexity confounds controlled curiosities calculating clarify
Ambiguous ambitions amplify arousing academics admirable
Mellifluous melodies making magical memories memorable
Poetic pendulums pondering pensive promiscuous pleasures
Esthetic echoes encouraging efficacious emulative endeavors
Deceiving diametrical dilemmas distancing dichotic delusions
Receiving rhythmically ratiocinative raging roaring revolutions
Beautiful breaths breathing benevolent boisterous behaving
Irreducible imaginary immortalizing idling iconic interfacing
Harmonic hemispheres hovering Homeric humble hypnotic
Tectonic transitions technical tantalizing theatrics thermotic.
This poem is dedicated to my friend Andrea Dietrich...whose poetry inspires all
In reference to her latest potd "When Poetry is Art"
Just messing with you my friend...love ya...and Happy! Holidays!
...this poem can also be read backward~from right to left...
Dec.17.2019
Your Best New Poem
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
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resounding echoes in
caves of timelessness
my hands caressing walls of rock
never kissed by daylight
walls that speak loudly
of proud ancestors
immortalizing their
essence and
existence
painting
dwelling
hunting
sleeping
making tools
raising families
communicating
telling stories
leaving messages
their legacy
much like us
in many ways
yet so very different
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on July 30, 2018 for contest END OF JULY 2018 STANDARD sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Rumor has it one takes pictures of stuff
that one is afraid of losing.
The girl who captures moments with her camera
seeking the company of entangled dwellings
beneath the womb of nightfall
for the city is silent
in this witching hour of her heart;
her misbegotten heart which,
with - step by step - every beating
also grabs, in her own way, fragments of reality.
So, she wanders through the whisper-lighted streets
by taking pictures and immortalizing shapes,
searching for a dead-end for finding a living door,
a door, which she may be able to preserve,
to his sorrow-sealed soul.
The nails cut deep into my clenched fist
Blood escapes life to death’s never ending list
My ebony skin has healed from your banishment
My translucent soul weeps an eternal testament
Our way back to heaven is measured and laden
With endless detours and sharp thorns lay hidden
We came too soon like an accidentally detonated bomb
Nine months inside your immortalizing womb
My two hands cannot hold enough water
My wide open mouth evil sin can only utter
scouts stand proud
two spears and shield
immortalizing Kenya's legacy
Name: Teddy Kimathi
Country: Kenya
Walking',
that barely-Summer beat;
the wind with butterfly kisses
flushing my cheeks
So much potential
packed into the thickness,
dreams undressed
in the eyes of a lamp post
a billboard of stars
illuminating nights stage,
with a brilliant luster
electric, energy's humming
caught in the rhythm
immortalizing a verse
to be sung for all time
street lights adventure
Rushing to take a stand for what is right,
Using the gifts from above to strenghen your stance,
Throwing your fist in the air and yelling with all your might,
Caring more for your partner, than the steps in life's dance.
Rebelling against tyrants, at any moment ready to fight.
Immortalizing your names in history, given the chance,
Those are the things I miss in this world, that's so contrite.
The past paved a beautiful road, which we've used to advance.
This is my pencil.
There are many like it,
but this one is mine.
With this pencil I can create.
I can write about hatred and mistrust,
unrequited love and hardship.
With this pencil I can destroy;
I can erase immortalizing words,
emotions that elicit a response,
I can.
I will sharpen my pencil true.
Anyone that tries to take my pencil from me
shall in turn suffer the same fate.
With each sentence I can offend;
I can denounce an entire religion.
I can favour one style of writing over another.
With this pencil I can turn the chaotic
into the well ordered.
Without this pencil I am nothing.
Without me this pencil is nothing.
There is no room for any other poet,
to hold this pencil is my right.
As long as there will be literature,
there can be no peace.
As long as I am writing,
there can be no order.
As long as I shall live
I swear this creed.
Devious and mischievous illusions
Run through my tired mind.
Happily ever after will never be.
Longing for forevers is a farce.
A few spared whispers,
A few poems relishing our love.
Complex lines forever immortalizing what?
Distance causing love to wear thing.
Your spouse a denied taboo of conversation.
Relishing in the here and now.
Knowing tomorrow will never be.
Speaking as if miles do not separate us.
Speaking as if no ring on your finger.
Wondering my heart belongs to who?
Knowing your touch will sooth.
Wanting your lips to linger.
Anticipation causing heightened senses.
Leading to a thunderous climax.
Releasing pent up passion.
Releasing our frustration at this.
Physical attraction a horrible pull why?
Longing to knock on your door.
Begging to know your world.
Your wife an annoying obstacle.
A gnat needing extermination.
Shall I take you away as mine.
Shall I take what I know is mine.
Major world shake up on the horizon, but when?
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