Life a genesis, oh
A path toward vacancy
Trim down a modulation of lube apathy
Dirt arm's craving toward end! neither
The thorn was there , oh
Mesmerized by puppies tearing neck for the muddy popcorns
I myself giggle with lacrimal fallacy
Bone to bone, crate to crate
Waving with thermal fate
Rinsing heavily with northern gray, oh...
Tears are wet to the palate
salty to the taste --
we cannot not live without
the water...nor salt --
and their expulsion associated with
many miseries, many deaths.
My focus though is on joyful tears --
laughter that pains the
ribs in a good way, after a funny story
well told -- a child overwhelmed
by a blessed gift becoming happily
emotional. We are lacrimal in a very
poignant sense~ for what reaches the
surface, through trial and error, while
intense, outwardly drippy, is substance
of a great connecting conduit. And despite
ambient fluctuations of internal springs,
over-all life is devotedly nurtured by a
Maternal Sky~ keeping dear watch,
moistening and drying according to
the ripening needs of her children.
ALL the flipping,
tossing and turning,
sand turning black
then red at dawn;
still yawning.
The cock crowing;
sun and moon avoid
my half-open trance.
My crescents ache
from the webbed glass
in the lacrimal corners.
Shadows creep,
reflections of my BOO.
I try to force
my opponent
feet over head,
so I can go back to bed.
Goblin of a sandman
is giggling,
crooning creepy songs.
Dusk breaks and I
hit the Boogieman
full force with his own
container of grit;
I pass out.
As I awaken,
with a blazing grin,
I shine the hourglass,
so peacefully at rest.
Lamentable, the family gathering
on the other side of sunshine,
with possessions no longer bothering,
sans loving cups, draining of wine.
Great-grands, grands, aunts, uncles, cousins and unborn,
one mom, a nephew, memories
their perspectives (only they carry). Torn,
yellowed pages of treasuries.
Climbing steps, silver dollars, and finger gloves,
savory chicken and dumplings,
boat on the lake, seashells on velvet (these loves)
tricks and treats, some were just ducklings.
Soft hands, warmer heart; silver in corner chair;
the teaser (he died way too young)
To each I lift my thoughts - they are laid bare.
Kindly, ancestors, I’m among.
All, go the byway, to our destination.
What will our progeny recall?
What bouquet of ours sets forth sensation?
Together we’ll be, blessings fall.
Lacrimal vessels are filled - our love, fearsome.
Eyes salty and brightened.
Peace comes after tears, reveling in wisdom.
Capacity to care, heightened.
I stand alone a barking tree, where silent sorrows of ripples flee,
No one hears my calamity, wearing weeps of my raped reality…
Branches droop to ice-cold ground, solitudes surface of their drowned,
Abysmal anguish of leaves have browned, lacrimal echoes of their sound.
Randomized reflections of rivers flow, suffering scourges in their woe,
Ripples raging in their row, creating cabalistic contrasts as they grow…
The forest dense as to populate, the seeds of seduction must copulate,
All is dormant until the eyes dilate, weeping willows that magistrate.
I accept my life near the lamenting lake, weathering wounds as I wake,
The wood whispers as to ache, secluded shadows share the snake…
Wandering waters that ripples bring, vines that struggle in their swing,
Alone in my salvaged spring, where sparrows segregate in their sing.
Gif # 1
02.25.2020
Placed 1'st & POTD...Thank You
Spray your love in the masochistic mist,
shapely satisfying the illicit itch...
With handcuffs upon the wicked wrist,
narcotic nectars that will bewitch…
Salacious secretions that must assist,
appeasing appetites that shall enrich...
Salivating on parts hardly ever kissed,
exploring erotica within its niche…
Licentious desires amidst negligent night,
engulfing erections are craving...
Passionate pistils partake in their plight,
tender thoughts are misbehaving…
Bodies in motion divulge in delight,
as animalistic aphrodisiacs are raving...
Concupiscence convulsions do bite;
willing wanton wizards are waving…
Hold me tight as we twist and twitch,
upon luscious landscapes yearning...
Libidinousness lactations in their stitch,
beauteous breasts are burning…
Carnal covetousness stings their pitch,
for evocative emulations returning...
Leaving humble humanity in the ditch,
lacrimal lewdness upon learning.
Oct.15.2019
Itch, witch, glitch or twitch
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
Background Music...Sade
"No Ordinary Love"
With Female Virtual Voice
N/A for contest
…the greatest poet who ever lived
…our Lord Jesus Christ
Wishes that wash upon the shallow shore,
Lacrimal lesions of the holographic whore…
Tectonic temptations, the lava shall pour,
Unleashing emotions, entombed we gore.
Mangled monuments of ruins regurgitate,
Surfacing megalomania of demons dominate…
Demonic destruction encroaches to infiltrate,
Demigods of desire will position to penetrate.
Distant horizons dissipating within plain sight,
Frigid frustrations amidst fore playing frostbite…
Detestation distortions of Hell’s agape appetite,
Antagonizing warring Angels take feverous flight.
Falling into oblivion within the blink of an eye,
Idempotent illusions making macabre to justify…
But there stands one soul, whose words do magnify,
Their love spreading thru asphyxiating air to clarify.
...background music by 'The Metal Heroes'
A tool tribute band... copy of 'Sinkfist'
Using a male virtual voiceover
June.24.2019
More To Me Poetry
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Placed 1'st...
Premiere Contest...
Thank You
Within my psychedelic psychosis divided by hell’s malignant mitosis,
Navigated by narcotized neurosis absorption through opiate osmosis…
Within my lunatic leverage of will, I needed to miraculously madly mill,
The negligent neurons of my ill amidst a faltering fragment of my spill.
My eyes that bear the bevel upon derelict distortions of a devious devil,
Laboring the leprous level of the seismic seizures that I neatly nestle…
In the abyss of my lacrimal laugh, I stand segmental with my satirical staff,
Decorative deceptions on my behalf as I stare at the world a genuine gaffe.
No real resolution to ponder for the quicksand of mind quivers yonder,
A sinkhole of a weeping wander amongst sacrifices of a slaving squander…
Thus in my sanctimonious seclusion within my catacombs of confusion,
The universe disperses diffusion along with programmatic parallel illusion.
June.06.2019
Eight Word Challenge
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Placed 5'th...Thank You
But what is man, but an insignificant insect in my dominant domain?
A wasteful clan, pernicious and prejudicious roaming the open plain…
Using a destructive plan, a killing machine building their festive feasts,
Invading the Sudan, hunting for their prey calling me, the King of beasts.
Am I not an animal, only killing when I hunger to feed the restless pride?
And a lion lacrimal, for I also shed tears when I lose my bar caged bride…
A fading fractional, our dominance diminishing amidst the wilderness wing,
A feline fallible upon extinction, but for this direful day, I’m still the King.
Pic #3
Background music: African chanting
Voice: Male Virtual Voice
Music at the end: Maroon 5-'Animals'
April.30.2019
Free verse or Rhyme
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Placed 3'rd...Thank You
Squeezed and bequeathed from the schisms of fear
A shibboleth opened as the ground swallowed her void
Final farewells in blood ink cracking inferno and soul
One step from the abyss and the lure of canyon below
Jasmine stumbled to an exquisite conclusion her eyes
Cast lacrimal torrents in wet wild withering streams
Aghast in terminal turmoil and hooked to the cliff face
One bare string attached threadbare shreds by a tether
Currents had run dry but she managed an ultimate drop
To smoothen the voyage and slip into teasing caress
She let go on passionate falls and slipped on what remained
Of one last tear oozing into torn halves of unknown suspense
Jasmin licked her scarred wounds in taste of scary freedom and
Promised herself that holding on was simply not good enough
03rd February 2019
A tear is a drop of the saline, watery fluid
secreted by the lacrimal glands between the surface of the eye and the eyelid,
serving to moisten and lubricate these eye parts,
but tears can also develop from a broken heart
or from joy or any of our many emotions.
If tears could be collected they'd fill all our great oceans.
As the drop of saline slowly rolls
The ragged_ irregular exposed
As the mighty river flows from holes
My heart_ spring flood; since of me disposed
A flood so strong that the levee is broken
A bridge is carried away rushing to the sea
Left dry bed of pebbles_ token
Heart given with love not lessee
Lacrimal gland overworked dear
Red swollen eyes_no great surprise
Constantly shedding a warm pointed tear
Now my heart totally revise
The tear in my heart slowly heals
No more will I deal with such a heel
On that broken levee are seals
New love happens to be real deal
Tears formed appear,
reservoir lacrimal pumped
begins in the heart....
Do you remember when you told me I had beautiful eyes?
Or was that just a line?
What about when you said you saw yourself in my eyes, do you remember?
Was my cornea not clear for you to view your world through?
Did I blink to much? Was my shade of brown to dark?
Did my lacrimal glands not shed enough tears for you?
My pupils have dilated now that you've gone.
I've developed a cataract making it harder for me to see.
Agemo may be called a dreamer
but in his so-called dreamstate
he only looks forward to
release from duty
diligent more than lonely
Alway's sensing outside force's
like a knife , trying to
cut through the fabric of space
constantly on watch
as the airway's ripple
like a mirage
aware of conversation's
as if behind a curtain
scheming conspiracy neverending
vigilance be Agemo's strength
The pack itself
designed for this endeavor
can at times become distracted
play fighting , tail chasing , stealth games
to see who can outwit who
Ahpla at times can tolerate so much
by setting up a regiment of watch stations
to be rotated with the
rise , mid-day , setting sun
he's able to assure semblence of focus
heel nipping and neck grappling common
and expected
Ahpla does'nt disappoint
discipline necessary for assignment
This day though , both
Ahpla and Agemo
relax together on their crested hill
Even they deserve a moment's peace..............
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