AFFECTIONS
unrequited
a
recognisable
resemblance
in
unfinished
replicas
mystery&
curiosity
emanates
in
an
element
of
renown
&slender
beauty
a
distinct
yet
indescribeable
aura
indictive
of despair
accumulates
out of proportion
CARTOON SATIRE
silent ways
so revealing
pursed by
the contemporary
back&forth
innovation
emerging
to interrogate
a validity
of the disparate
& discarded
exhibit
an interest
in the intense
contemplate
& consider
the inanimate
creating
the fanciful
reversing
the anchronostic
in
the incongurous symbols
indictive
of
connotation
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
Evil People
By: Tom
1/14/2021
E-gocentric
V-indictive
I-inflexible
L-osers
P-ompous
E-gotistical
O-bnoxious
P-atronizing
L-awless
E-nvious
SITTING HERE ON WOODEN PIER
Sitting here on wooden pier,
Watching waves roll in
Sea-weed on the drift to shore,
The tide is on the turn,
A pelican floating by;
Searching,
Searching,
Forever searching,
Looking for another feed.
As Pandanus abound frequently,
Summer is nearly here;
The warmth from Sol above,
Is indictive suggestive feeling
Of long days around the corner.
As small crustacean abounds about
Leaving tracks and tell-tale signs;
Of whereabouts in sand.
Lonely sea-shell on tidal reach;
Existence of feeling
Of being all washed-up alone,
Far from depths, it came,
Maybe on another surge
Carried far back out to sea.
Faraway from home
And on the beach,
Corked in a bottle wrote;
Message from another place,
Message from another time.
As seagulls squawk and squawk;
Funny way they talk
To one another when on the scrounge
For any titbits found.
And sitting here on wooden pier;
I am in my element
Enjoying what is here,
Of sun, surf, and sand….
Francis Cooper – Mac © Feb 2019
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Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Addicted...
Betrayed by my excess
Caught and restricted
Deniably distressed
Ever since that Thursday
Friday came too soon
Guilty in the worst way
Hung out under pains moon
Insinuating my recovery
Joking, laughing, weeping
Karen made a discovery
Laura left not sleeping
Made me a warm bath
Narcotics were my death
Owning a broken hourglass
Pretending I needed rest
Quivering in withdrawal
Regret fills my immateriality
Seeing what I really saw
Through out my immortality
Using to stop the itch
Vindictive by nature
Waiting to make a switch
Xerox my dirty paper
Yearned to be me again
Zealous and uncondemned
Date Written: November 18, 2015
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