I was born a poet
In the time of flowers and handwritten letters
Already making rhymes with pens
A poet of romantic verses
When love was pure emotion
I was born a poet
In the age when neighbors shared
The TV, raising children, and the matapa stew
A poet of the family era
I was born a naïve poet
Of friendships that were not fleeting
Now liquidated and cheap in social
Networks without real communities
Lacking values, identities, and personalities
But as a poet, I keep writing
Of this love that is slowly fading
In values, behind our backs
But these are not moral values
Nor are these backs thresholds
They are monetary values
They are backs heated with flames
Of power, pride, and the arrogance of the boss god
Crowned by the gods of supremacy
Let he who has no sin
Cast the first stone
May we all red repent
And find spiritual home
May every woman or man
Child or any blessed being
Find kindness compassion and
God's lavender love so freeing
May the grieving be free from grief
Finding joy and hazel healing
May the soldier find peach peace
Despite ptsd and superior scolding
May the hungry be able to eat
Both in spirit as well as physically
May the lost souls be found
And find faith in embrace of community
May your troubles be liquidated
Becoming green fertilizer
And a garden of blessings created
From fruit of spirit licorice desire
Despite knowing trials and tribulations
May you find your path in faith
May your life be a celebration
Of God’s making each and every day
Puzzled eyes they keep feeding,
A crowd bigger than a political rally breeding
A dozen times a friend's had assaulted a kid
By him lifted up for a welcoming kiss
And now his jaw he has of them rid,
Punctually bestriding salons to never this miss@
Space-grabbing beards aren't a pleasure,
A vegetative chin, far from a treasure.
Man should 'farewell' bid to a losing practice
Like war wisely liquidated with Armistice.
A habitual afforestation of one's jaw
Is a transgression of some Uncomplaining Law
Simon Says paints trees blue, sky green and grass yellow
— gray liquidated
2/10/2020
This Time Poison Air
has scarred the GREEN Walk
Drab BLUE Skies
painted by GREY Promises
We made For the earth
Rich Soil BROWN is Dead BLACK exhausted with ruin
PINK CORAL blushes in poor health
like a decayed tooth crumbling Bone WHITE
Pasty liquidated MOSS GREEN Sea of Life
splayed permanence.....................
no sun to revive the sparkle of GOLDEN Light
September 17, 2019
Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Ironic Zinc
M-orn
I-n
C-learness
H-as
E-ndorsed
L-ovely
L-ight
E-rasing
D-arkness
A-s
N-ight
C-hill
I-s
L-iquidated
Topic: Birthday of Michelle P. Dancil (December 10)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The Dancer Child-
See I the running of the dancer,
I think she's angry at the mansour
She finds it hard to see the flower;
Overshadowed by the pleasing resolving power;
Who is that dancing near the leaf?
I think she'd like to eat the roastbeef;
She is but an awesome child,
Admired as she sits upon a spacious lawn;
Her joyful toy car is just a shark,
It needs no gas, it runs on liquidated tree-bark;
She's not alone she brings a tweet;
A pet fox, cell phone and lots to eat;
The fox likes to chase a cheetah;
Especially one that's in the bonita;
The dancer shudders at the DANCING lake;
He want to leave but she wants to eat cake;
4/20/19
The Wizard: Oh, you liquidated her, eh? Very Resourceful.
(Quote from 1939 The Wizard of Oz)
LIQUIDATION OF A DREAM
Oz dreamt Dorothy —
waters never melted witch
monkeys buzz like flies
the trio ne’er met —
no brain, heart nor courage found
tears of rusted tin
ruby nor silver
slippers colorize the land
— monochrome wizard
monotone munchkins
slaves to the emerald sky
— Glinda’s been vanquished
12/23/2018
Love without hope, like a chimney with no fire
On a cold winter night he arrived under sapphire
Ignited match, as he liquidated his lumber
Swept off her feet, She drifted in slumber
A man is locked inside of me, forever inside of my spine.
Ashes of his memory, creep into my mind.
Forgotten until the day i die, when it fades into the mist.
A tiny taste of suicide, a blade into the wrist.
The barriers of consciousness, are lost within a day.
A liquidated chemical, to wash it all away.
Inhale a piece of mother earth, a chapter from before.
Then find the meaning of your life, through patterns on the floor.
A bottle full of nothingness, packaged with a seal.
And little pills of lightning, crashing what you feel.
The sunrise of our future days, have kept us from the past.
In the present there's a silent storm, that always has to last.
To find the light within ourselves, we have to feel the rain.
We have to fill the empty shell, we have to heal the pain.
To walk again with open eyes, there's something to be seen,
you either choose to live or die, there's nothing in between.
He kills you if he gets the chance, this isn't just a game,
A man is locked inside of me, Addiction is his name.
I found the gateway….To mow (down) any stomachache….
(Touched)
By your sweat….
Liquidated …. any honor… I put, into your heart….
Atomize…. any memory or dream….
Exterminated…. the sound of your…(Voice)….
The battles….The discomfort…. And headaches…
My poor… damage feet, walked everyday….
For amusement and Hanky-panky…..
Was… your , welcome mat…
If I would…. of.... known, oh my….
I woulda, pulled out your.… blueprint….
Then take out my…. Passport….
Leaving your ….horrors and stains behind….
Glorification…. between us, was only a memory or dream….
Sorry….. I don’t know which…
I guess, kill powder…. Passes… in my skin….
Delilah Ventura
Our past is a highway
Flush with mile markers
That measure life travels,
Some unworthy of remembrance;
As life's pages systematically turn
The future becomes liquidated
And past increases;
Nothing is ever purged
And remains our DNA
Unless repelled by memory;
Or God rewrites your past.
Bags under the eyes
And all around, bleeding black
Scorned and scratched to receive the light
A light slipping from sore grasps
Fingertips burning, pressing hard
Noise furrowing and echoing the pupils
Gnashing, swallowing, laboring
Pushing the dead, fetid fetus out
Slamming on the notes now
The black bags ever sink
Mind refuses to positively think
And rather catastrophically wired
To the ever-slipping fires
Betrothed to your liking
Tentacles and tantalizing suns
Spurring the vision, bleeding incisions
Opening to the bloody scene of darkness
Hearing it croaking
The dead fetus soaking
Liquidated larvae squealing with glee
Little black dot of its head or bottom
Squirming inside to taste the bitter slime
It is out but still warm
The tears are dried by the breezes of disappointment
The little worms in folding enjoyment
Losing a little one
Gains so much
Real-eases so little
And internally, eternally
Gnaws
Meandering slowly a crystalline memoir
that signifies, unveils the strife
furrowed deeply in her heart.
Encapsulated in that salted bead
Anguish liquidated.
S.J.C
Powerful forces spinning in your brain
Leaving the love behind in your pain
Wide awake now to feel every last bit
So weep now, tears an eternal poetic fit
Fluttering winds from the doors slamming
Subconscious wandering boots ramming
And leading to facing the fright and frightening
Things right, things wrong, polarized lightning
Enchanting were these, they were done
Now undone, do you still see it as fun?
Liquidated dreams won't solidify in this
Lucid state of consciousness, no bliss
Just a state of reminisce, repression of feeling
Bad about what was done, before god kneeling
Down and asking forgiveness, never was unconscious,
To have a silent and clear, void of fear, conscious.
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