Spire insight of silence
Swotch and bind, conspiracy of mind
Conspire and self-protrude
Mindless matter of maddened hatter
Borne gall of uncongruent bladder
Reign wettened confections'n faux pas
Pram embedded bedding of public propaganda
And poised for prose 'dulted diaper thrown an' broiled'n a gutter
Homely homelessness in wake of deft arms
Freshened refreshener and wetted choke
Chugged and driven doomed deliverance
Cut of word 'cross and lost'n devious drivings of work
Ticking tenor left fear to render
These haps to fall through ungloved metal and measly meak meal, and
Coarse feel along rift ridged riverbays
Swept upon eons of words spurred affray
Sully gusts, and worry t'encrust
And collect the lost worker from astray.
IMPLIED TENSIONS
interlaced
celebrations
in beguiling settings
anticipation
consumated& fulfilled
in a textured
tapestry
a variegated nuance
in convulsed
gestures
of conscious
sensibility
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Implied That Trump's Character
Implied Trump's character should be simplified,
Which would explain why he has lied and lied;
To Putin Cower,
Under golden shower,
And us to all of his IRS information be denied.
Jim Horn
What Am I
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Dad, thumped a warning!
Silence, now pronounced.
Smelt, a red patch crawling.
A future death announced!
What am I?
The field dead, now haunted.
The thumping did suffice.
The patch stood, up sauntered.
A thumping way of saving life!
What am I?
Was I to fathom thy scintillating visage,
imagining that I was to see no better?
Was I to consider that thou art you, and yet a mirage,
My eyes closed, my blindness healed?
Would I ever be able to ponder thy compassion side,
Everything carefully considered, with thoughts so kind?
Must I accept that it was for me to provide,
And that thy love was to be our shield?
An old Great Dane may be timid and shy
While a Chihuahua’s bite can make you cry
Friends come in all sizes
And there are surprises
When size does not ability imply
*Inspired by Mark Twain's quote: “It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog.”
Written May 3, 2015 for John Freeman’s “Dumb and Dumber” contest
Love is always bases upon implied condition first expressed later on
How full is the earth’s beauty!
And how I implore the lengthening
Of just a day; that I may bask in
That days brief eruptive flowering.'
Oh how a blemish, throws my senses reeling,
As I pulsate to the Hidden altercation,
'That holds' the core of my habitations 'way'
Eternity is of how long a span?
I know not hereof! 'yet in this
World I crave that longer day.'
Long as the scent of roses reaching,
Climbing up to a too brief climax.
In this climactic world of too brief days,
How I long to know of immortal extemporal
A sign of eternal promise to existence
Once 'pon a swirling..'
Marred in the making, you clay of Creation!
How I compare of the fleeting beauties?
Held it the grasp of a miss-formed pulsating sway
Beauty exists because of imperfect
A balance of imbalance's one may say.'
So, no existence is invalid; ugly is..'
Yet I embrace it for doth not existence validate the unseemly
And does not indeed beauty court decay!
©Joe Maverick 6-12-2013