I like gita, so am I Ra, displaced field, you sow the sod, the undue passage is left here as a message, the messiah of goodness has left us a passage, clearly the light at the end of the tunnel leads out, like spinnails in curtains and an inordinate stop, the sign painted red heralds the fellows, broken deaf mutes, palaver with others. The sun god opens verses biblical like butter, this too spreads that sornet the beddum of hellers.
Inordinate
Construction terminology limits interaction and
Obstinate theory considered heating
Cursory exam investigates
Finance
While article confides in history
Another letters still
Placement of interaction causes excess time?
Employees are not in a large building
Only resolved in exposure to smaller liens
Stocks and Bonds are Complexity
civilian
thoughts and washed plates possibly?
that you own my country or an answer
of assembly and ranks i am unfile-able
above too cream, too polished for beams
an irish american from ireland
and i was saying
this is how we created allow you to learn
i a loud and happy
by bellows and bass
the inordinate coordinate reflex
of my speech is war confronted you, when
yes i am a military measure writer
that describes the universe you inhabit
i am under no obligation to the allegiance you die from
nor is description legal from me to you to use
only as a legitimate means not to condescend
how much power i wield
my influence over earth's fertile blanding
while time came about you all failed us.
we sought to instruct yet the civil war is you
i am general assembly, good day
plagiarism is attempting to earmark theft of my treasury notes
Come again
Come against
The temple the how is is going
Sir
Like my name
Next time
Aint a happen
Yet im a man
In line
Like how i defi
Ant
To me
Loud about it
Check da mate
King to a cause
You inordinate
I subordinate
Textable mouths
I fed
Like an agent of change
Your minds a painful page
Working on lines
In war
You a charge that can’t fake in
I awaken with inordinate maturate on my face. Stripping my skin away disinters a face made of red clay I then claw and strip it away to show the face of a roseate mask and once unmasked revealed the black star.
Poems come in all shapes and sizes
Forms and formats, types, and themes
Comes a question that invariably arises
What about mere consciousness streams?
Must all poems have rhythm and rhyme?
I’ve seen collections of words appearing
Which require inordinate study over time,
Never revealing any message endearing.
I asked the poet, “What does this mean?”
“What are you saying?” --worthy of space?
Precisely what is the lesson I can glean?
And the poet will tell me, to save face,
“A brand-new form, I call it ‘modernistic’”
Poetry, to be sure, but incredibly obscure
I would not hesitate to label it anachronistic,
For I’ve never seen anything like it before!
Written October 16, 2022
Invitation to visit Olympus
Predestined noble affair
Feeling extremely timorous
But, Apollo will be there.
Anticipation is killing me
To think I'll meet immortals
Thrilling thought, smiling glee
Seeking Olympus portal.
Riding high on Nimbus Express
There's no other way to travel
Except I had to decompress
Or my humanity would unravel.
Immortals left me breathless
Handsome enough to be sure
Their company quite infectious
On Olympus no rancour.
Totally out of my depth
Memories enough to treasure
Eternal life there is no death
Living each day for pleasure.
Nimbus Express brought me home
Inordinate sadness feeling hollow
Parting gift a golden cell
Awesome! can talk to Apollo.
Pixabay image by: Xandra_Iryna
Your wealth could work against you
When those around you are there for it
Your early death is of inordinate benefit
They then serve to facilitate the ending
Those around are usually partners
In a life where one lives in communities
Siblings, relatives & partners stay around
Especially when the body gets weak with age
When those around fail to be true
You become source for money-grubbing
Even after they promote early earthly exit
Your legacy gets traded to sustain cupidity
Crystallized red, gold, green nocuous clang
of vertigo, bird-toons tweeting, knees on the rocks,
rolling eyes, coverlet-lids closing, discovered
in fetal position, cocooned in butterfly net.
“Don’t you have to go to work?”
“Have you eaten yet?”
“Shouldn’t you use the bathroom?”
“Your coffee’s gone cold.”
Vortex of colors inside chromatic coma, schmoozing muse -
her elixir mixed with vibrancy, deliciousness, chamomile.
Rippling sounds of waterfalls, crooning creeks, sentient sleep.
Lips murmuring as if in meditation, rambling in fevered state,
alliterative, rhyming, tossing crumbs and cookies, tasting
death and birth - primordial sampling, inordinate linguistics.
Rip Van Winkle at your side. He’s been kryptonized,
espoused likewise - in dreams and nightmares, terrorized
and raptured by a sea of imagery of red, gold and green—
might awaken in twenty years…twenty years that disappear.
9/21/2021
God genuinely grants grace
Gradually graciously generously,
Generating gratitude and gladness
Inspired, I imagine
Inordinate ingenuity, illuminating ideas,
Intelligent interlocking with insightful intuitiveness.
His heartfelt honest humanity honoring humans
Has held, helped, hugged, and healed me.
His hopefulness honors Him as my hero.
Written 9-9-2020
Contest: Regal Relationship with God
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
craving
your soft kisses
inordinate desire
that continues haunting my...
daydreams
Date written: 06/09/2020
Colour Schemers
Arab Traders excavated
Europe laid the foundation
The New World framed it perfectly
The rest of the races roofed it
This …
Inordinate economic concupiscence
Shadowy sham, animated by a violent passion
An extraordinary alteration
So…
Nature convulses
Human dignity reduced to
Colour: Black, white, brown, yellow
But …
The scale corrects itself
The clock resets
The scheme falls apart
Because …
There is only one humanity
It’s you.
It’s me.
Music makes our spirit rejoice in sonorous numbers for sure,
a true proposition, lucid and irresistible to endure.
Another dress in destinies wardrobe confined,
inordinate mysteries of creation what cannot be denied.
Vapors of memories through so many cultures perceived,
plunging into state of fervent pleasure by the beat conceived.
Transparent flow and move to the instant open of musical eternity,
active texture of melodies with certainty.
It opens the substance of the sound of fabulous antiquity,
accepting the resonance of supreme formidable gravity.
Recreating worlds in worlds in fragile states,
communicating with the invisible by joy declared.
Timeless moments at the threshold of beatitude,
sensuous mental recaptured art in debt of gratitude.
Dancing circles of light proceeding from heart of the self release,
when the light turns from silver to gold as sense of deepening peace.
The peace that surpasses all understanding with the pulse of energy,
where in the center all opposites reconcile and genius is the key.
Broken Me
One last tear
That fell like a song
I learnt from you
You walked away
Leaving those words behind
Let me breathe slower
In the melody hidden within
For my striken heart aches
Stuck to the notes frame
Rolling, running, turning
Through the same chords
As if lost in icy lands
Left to be frozen in the wild
Hurling within floating eons
That we shared running to one another
For our essence was numb
Without warmth of our inordinate love
All the soft tales of lost time
Holds the last tear
The love found to be lost
That whispers your name
And vignettes of broken me
04/01/2019
People daily perish so tragically ...
ever dying
to protect things that don’t breathe
Inanimate objects of their desire,
they just can’t leave
So many pulse beings fall in love with inert manufacturing
Mistletoe eyes kiss the chrome,
and chafing lips polish the plastic
Wooden attraction becomes a rotted cleave
When grave fires rain down untimely destruction,
many chose the sheltering embrace
of their stony arm lover
Letting synthetic bonding for the esthetic metal
rule over their survival instincts ...
Fidelity to sparkling glass goes aye shatter fatal
Ever dying to cling to molecular things
that don’t feel
Artificial inanimaticy, it ain’t real
Inordinate affection for the inorganic immaterial
is a terminal expiration date
Bosom caresses for molded figures is cold intimacy
Too many buried souls let their heart bleed vainly
Inanimate things aren’t moved emotionally
to try and help save you in your time of dire need
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