Liquefy Poems | Examples

hip hop mug

this mugs jiggy i wont lie

see it caught your peepn eye

unhitch a lip

caffeine a sip

load up man and liquefy.

Bittersweet For Sourpuss

Remember when each of the tastes
bitter, sweet, sour, salty and umani,
had their own special place on your tongue?
When you could lick and flick a tongue tip
to savor one by one, 
each titillating and tantalizing tidbit,
and avoid the bitter, sour and salty, 
in the hors d'oeuvre samples and starters?
But turns out all the taste buds
of different types are a mishmash,
spread all over the palette
like mixed berry jam jelly on toast.
So blitz the blender, 
pulse, pulse, pulse the mush to liquefy,
to make your next bender meld, 
to an homogeneous amorphous blend,
a potpourri punch 
fit for a sourpuss.

Dare We

one end of the net
is always open
the way we swam in
but gossamer like patterns
exert a hypnotic pull
trapping us therein 

there now remains no choice
except to liquefy form
becoming the water element 
to secure release

14-November-2022

Poetry In Our Mutual Plaisir

There is always poetry
when my poetry
with yours
liquefy and
comes true
in our mutual delirium... !

Alone In the Dark

Sometimes, I feel I'm alone in the dark;
with only blind faith to help guide my way.
For I reject religions and their Gods,
I don't need pompous rituals to pray.

I believe in spirituality:
death's not the end of life; it's part of it.
But religion focuses upon sin
and damnation: to get souls to submit.

God does not liquefy a dead Saint's blood;
or cause porcelain idols to drink milk.
But religious leaders pretend He does:
adorning their icons with gold and silk.

I believe that human souls cannot die:
and yet, religions are a blatant lie.

Dawn After Painful Night

A tormenting time came in my life with future at stake
when writhing in the crushing clutch of stifling suffering,
my bestowed heart broke and bled in the pining ache, 
and I found no consoling arms stretched to me to cling.

My boat wrecked on the high sea in the tempest of agony,
I tried to swim to the calm shelter of the shore not in sight.
Someone from within told me to get detached and see
palliative hope rises like the sun at dawn after painful night.

A butterfly flew out of my aching heart on latticed wings,
flittered through the rippling air on the bright trail of sunray 
to the garden of roses blooming in the sparkle of spring
under the new blue sky emerging from the gloom of grey.

In the encompassing ethereal solitude I sensed in my core
the essence of my floral soul opens the petals within abyss.
The tranquil tolerance then began to liquefy and downpour
within my serene mind with the soothing shower of bliss.

April 23, 2021
Contest : Writing Prompt-Ache
Sponsor : Constance La France

Pay 2 Play

Prepossessing pair liquefy as a still river’s exquisite glaze ~
An undercurrent ripples in the lazy meander to ply compliance
Yellow tones of twilight seep slowly, warming a cold demeanor

These two play in crepuscular light, ensconced in downy fur
Wearing black and white, is moonlit night,
only half-lit, as unfolding dawn's fawn, denigrates the dark...

Proportionate seconds rake nails in a rhythmic clickety-click
Long strokes make feasible winged flight, high with the half-moon:
a cogent straight-cut through a curve of semi-shiny symmetry

Yielding to heat, dews exuberant, deluge chilled lungs and fog river’s gaze ~ 

(2/4/2021 - '05 Fountain Fever 29; Rancho Cordova)

Meditations of the Damned

You run like hell just to wear
	yourself out
Keep up while falling flat
Tired, constantly tired, never
	enough sleep in a day
Shut your brain down, liquefy
	your thoughts, keep your
	mouth shut while keeping
	it open

Your run like hell in circles
	around the room
Keeping up while spinning down
Tired, constantly tired, never
	enough time in a day
Shut your system down, liquefy
	your life, keep your
	brain dead while keeping
	it alive

Your run like hell, pretending to
	be alive
Keeping up with others falling down
Tired, constantly tired, never a
	new moment in the day
Shut down your life, shut
	down your soul, keep
	your eyes open while
	hoping to keep them shut

No Flies On Me

No Flies on Me

What is it that makes these creatures so hated
With an image in life that’s always berated
Could it be their allure to the dung and decay
Where their babies are born, what more can one say
And after to settle on sugar and butter
Then vomit and liquefy food for their supper
Their ability to taste is inbuilt in their feet
They can walk upside down as well as excrete
So mind your heads that’s a warning to you
You could find yourselves all covered in poo
With probing proboscis that persistently delves
Shows ample dare and considerable nerve
Their acute reactions and speedy avoidance
Cause so many, significant annoyance
With compound eyes they’re bound to win
Their battles with swats, firmly hands down
Without the fly we would lose such a lot
So many beauties with colors to spot
As pollinators they’re ace, akin to the bee
They’re food for the frog and the spider you see
The gardeners love them for aphids they eat
This indulgence in pests is real tough to beat
But sadly the diptera steadily decline
Their extinction would mean the end of the line
There’s no flies on me and I hope that I’m wrong
And we would no more sing life’s glorious song

A Second Late

That grip I longed for 
Decided in a second faster
Than my yearn
But was much slower to catch up
With another second
... I sank

You touched my soul
But it was too late
Now ripped from your world 
To the world
That liquefy pains;
Those streams 
That water your cheeks

We'll miss each other
But only you will notice
For in this state
No sadness nor happiness
Just eternal inexistence
Gawking at your emotions

If only you were on time
My heart would still be busy
With pressure, pleasure and pain
Soaked in red and with beats
Coming at intervals.

At the Millpond

The millwheel will not turn again till spring
for Winter’s icy cold grip holds it firm.
She squeezes it like Her private plaything,
though Her crushing power is but short-term.

As shorter days subtly lengthened; the sun
slowly began to liquefy the ice. 
And the waterwheel shook, and almost spun, 
while the miller posted his asking price.

Whispers ran through the town from door to door,
the ice is breaking up at the millpond.
And housewives could soon buy flour once more,
for each village, and its mill shared a bond.

The millwheel shimmies free from Winter’s grip,
shuddering as the water level peaks.
And as pressure increases drip by drip,
the pond ice melts, and the wooden wheel creaks. 


(Quatrain)


6/26/2018

Summers Sweet Caress

Summers Sweet Caress


In natures tranquil embrace cuddled within summers caress
I envision your fanciful face and my love for you can impress
Where the Cupids will brace their arrows with a floral finesse
And sunshine shall showcase its brilliance a fruitful fluoresce
~
Where the valleys open wide and will panoramically profess
That the rivers running with pride liquefy their faithfulness
Birds that gracefully glide and perch on ancient trees recess
And the towering trees provide soothing shade with success
~
The majestic mountains manifest and conveniently coalesce
Elegant eagles nestle in their nest then fly high with aggress
The summer breeze in its quest will lightly kiss and undress
Then the fragrant flowers breast as the honeybees oppress.




May.22.2018
Monorhyme Poetry
Theme-Nature
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton

Broken Soul

The way he speaks to me, just kills my soul in every possible way
Sometimes I just want to rip my own heart out, and throw it in the fire
For the way, a son speaks to his mother truly crashes broken glass
The way he doesn’t know me by now, only shows he will never know me
His mind only acts like a child, while his words speak like an untrained beast
It makes the heat from my blood, boil into flames
My tears can no longer down power, only wish on a star
That my son will liquefy all this anger he carries inside 
For it’s only a different person I see day by day
As I sit and pray everyday

Endless Love

Endless Love

In its symmetrical beauty lies the vivacious void
Where stars and moons have been deployed
For within love there is neither time nor space
Only euphoric eternity in its perpetual peaceful place

Starlight of twilight in a twinkle of an eye
Love keeps expanding as we microbially multiply
There is more to love than what we know
No binding boundaries in its everlasting glow

Where angels silently scatter to idolatrously intensify
That tangible touch that love can losslessly liquefy
In its loving light you are comforted beyond measure
In its saliferous shadow there is great displeasure

For the lachrymal cries of love's controlled
Hell awaits in its deception like fool's gold.


I'm not putting down love...but sometimes it can be a bit deceiving lol


Nov.13.2016
FOOL'S GOLD - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward

Painting...acrylic on canvas by same poet
This painting was commissioned by my mom...she is ill at the moment
Reproduction of Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema...Ask Me No More
A Dutch painter of special British denizenship. 1836 – 1912
Slightly altered...I hope he won't mind lol...

It Tingles

A plethora of lights pierce the dark,
as a nightingale’s rhapsodic tune
drowns out a dogs evanescent bark,
neath the talisman of a full moon.

Radiant moonbeams dance on water
gliding sapphire and indigo waves,
as night absorbs black like a blotter
and the bats begin to leave their caves.

A chrysalis holds a butterfly
safe within its idyllic cocoon,
and crystalline dewdrops liquefy,
in the heat of a mid summer's June.

Such a night’s filled with felicity,
Nature proudly exposes Her heart
and like dulcet electricity,
it tingles, knowing you play a part.


The challenge from Silent One was to write a rhyming poem using all ten of the following words: 
plethora, evanescent, felicity, rhapsodic, idyllic, dulcet, chrysalis, radiant, sapphire, and talisman.

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