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Prick streches into a carved shape
Longer than its usual length stick
Readily active to puncture tire
In pleasurable drill of strain
And stress till urge sting
To enkindle silent click
Of achy healthy goo
Lightly snowing in
Clucking sounds
Repeatedly shh!
Uncontrollably
What a Prick!
Prick ohh!
Prick!!!...Let loose of heavenly blessings
Jikerewin ji!
Jikerewin ji! ji! ji!
Stifled heartbeats
Jikerewin ji! ji! ji! ji!
Trumped ji! ji! ji! ji! ji!
Ranging six feet whole
Settling down to the bottom
Of the bottomless pit from afar
Fumed fuse of aid beyond its wears
Off in standstill beckoning the patience
To rise and to ride on the way back home
In fun-- a well rounded shape of itself's best
Regards no mask to shame the staged claim
At start, it is able, strong, and hailing non-stop
But now, be willing; do not beyond thy strength
See it not a task but a duty taken up by its limit.
This poem was inspired by “MOUNTAIN Senryuor Haiku series 022021”
Written by: Anil Deo - who received poem of the day 14th November 2021
Instapoetry
If leaves on trees revealed poetry
What a harvest there would surely be
Ripe fruit of the poets forestry
In truly tasteful variety…….
Pick a leaf anytime and read it
You will never be disappointed
It is code-named as instapoetry
Poems are grown worldwide constantly.
Snap off a leaf when passing a tree
It may inspire writing poetry
If you are a poet wannabe
It may be the best thing you could see.
Poems are dreamers sweet melodies
Happy, or sad should achy hearts bleed
Poetry knows that it's time to leave
When it's fall and blowing o'er the breeze.
14th November 2021
I remember your fingers
upon my teeth.
We were
bread and butter;
I was le Sac and you were Pip,
a strummer and a quip,
the mesh of wet and dry
that even distance.
But how long it’s been.
My wires are shaky, achy
with desire.
Once ago,
you put your money where your mouth was,
and you took me home
and you kept me there.
Now you’re broke
you’re condensing down.
And you’ve got me quavering the silence,
longing for the final touch.
I burned and resurrected
to be this Grand Piano.
And it was you who took me!
My strings are rigid
from temptation of your wrists.
Holding on to my keys
willing for you to play
Manmade
me to use me
But I’m breaking in limbo,
away from you
and I am too late
to mend you.
And
Goat heads, cockleburs, and cow pies.
These are the things
we live with, in the country.
Some you step on,
some travel in your clothes,
and some stink.
Foxtails.
That sounds so beautiful.
They are terrible.
They cling and bring pain
to the feet of dogs.
Don't get me started...
on mosquitoes and blood-sucking vermin...
that find us all in the day,
and in the night.
Yet we still go outside.
We still want to touch,
trees, and flowers...
and lay in the grass.
Ticks stay away,
fleas go somewhere else.
This is the best place,
to be calm and set the pace...
backward, or at least slowdown.
Chores make the time pass without notice.
Tired muscles and an achy back
replace the need to be concerned...
about the small things.
Yet inside,
peace reigns.
Even at the cost of life's
tiny inconveniences,
there is a payment of joy,
that only He can dole out.
Written: April 15, 2024, For Constance La France Y words Contest
Rumi Quote: "Longing is the core of mystery. Longing itself brings the cure. The only rule is, suffer the pain. Your desires must be disciplined And what you want to happen in time, sacrificed".
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How I yearn to reveal my veins river of blood,
Awakening my heart, percolating forces flood.
Your dominion makes my spirit yearn to leave,
Achy for rest; my love beats, trying to heave.
Akin to a jasmine-scented zephyr breeze,
Transmits emotions through trees.
May every shard fall with a tender embrace,
Silks are slightly scented with grace.
Whenever we are in immediate access,
Earth quivers below our mellow caress.
A glimpse in her stare warns a tale of life,
Aura's allure rituals involve fleeting rife.
Sympathetic presence is ethereal and near,
A luscious air scent embraces her with tears.
In ephemeral warmth of her soft grasp,
Sustaining my bareness with a tender clasp.
Gentle zephyrs, muttering simpatico yearning,
Dreaming to feel her love; to evert spurning.
Brushing her smooth surface, conquering height,
A towering crest, soothing cravings in sight.
A blissful haze, embracing us in bliss,
Ecstasy; fervently linking; yielding to a kiss.
Our wishes, engaging in warmth and devotion,
Quenched embers; smooth velvety emotion.
Memories of her slow rise shiver in my body,
Baby-smooth skin and a tight nip side embody.
Grasping, I feel dampness through my vessel,
Of love; requests to dance with me, in special.
Slowly stretching Monday grunts
rubs its eyes, rolls slightly left, farts.
An achy sun shuffles about the room,
shields itself from the mirror’s reflection,
mutters to itself “Clouds! Where are the clouds?”
“Oh, how I hate those five o’clock shadows.”
“Damn the Sun dials!”
No double cappuccino!
No Jimmy Dean breakfast!
“If I can just hang on til noon”
“its all down hill from there.”
“Why Do I listen to Sunday??”
“C’mon, hang with me tonight,
watch the late game, you’re good.”
“14 friggin’ innings and a rain delay.”
“There really should be two suns
y’know, like, so I could chill out
after an evening with Sunday.”
“Hey, maybe I’ll go to the beach.
pass out a few sunburns,
heat up the stones they have to walk over,
melt the parking lot pavement.”
“Can I get a union cloud break here!!!”
“Damn, I hate myself. Yeah, yeah, can it.
You try being Monday…no good songs
about Monday, no great sports metaphor,
none of the hoopla that Wednesday gets.”
“You can never find a cloud when you need one.”
“do you know how long a Monday really is???”
“Maybe if all you people ran in the same direction
the earth’s rotation would speed up.”
“Anyone got any Advil??”
©7/29/2018
for Mondays Poetry Contest
sponsored by – Tania Kitchin
I feel there's something missing,
My thoughts are sputtering, spitting,
Whirlwinds spinning.
The debris, twisting me,
I'm getting dizzy.
My twirling personality,
Is now angry and spacey.
My inner vision blurry,
And my head is achy.
Who am I suppose to be?
All alone, Empty,
Just One, among the many.
Here, seeking GOD'S company.
I'm waiting for you to talk to me,
As I begin breathing peacefully.
Eyes closed, Sitting silently,
I imagine serenity,
As a deep blue sea,
Outstretched before me.
The waves roll in calmly,
Balancing my energy.
Thoughts churning slowly,
Turning the Key,
Letting me see,
My true ability,
And setting me free.
Always striving to be,
The better part of me.
Earning a higher degree,
In the Realms of Mystery.
Putting an end to the misery,
That has littered our history.
A whole new clarity,
To Spirituality.
Redesign your reality,
Redefine Humanity,
Realign our Family.
PLEASE,
STOP the Insanity.
Return to unity,
The ONE,
We were Meant to be.
5/10/21
"Strangely"
Withdrawals getting shaky
I can't think or see straightly
I'll stay stuck or I'll break free
They thought I was just being shady
It made me
Or was able to break me
A change in me
Or still the same me
Continued on more sanely
Or started going crazy
I held on bravely
It all went bad, or was all gravy
Got the job done or I didn't and was lazy
Lifeforms full of vigor, others hanging on faintly
Species with soft or rugged skin that is smooth or scaly
The picture quality was great or it was far too grainy
Days and nights stayed sunny or got rainy
From here to I-80
To way beyond Haiti
Getting spacey
In a room that is hazy
Too many people being flaky
If need be, I'll hit those with the impact of a comet named Halley
Like the world did to me, paid no mind or I said "Ahoy Matey!"
Feeling pain-free or achy
Endless heartbreak for me
Hard to relate to me
Living life strangely
And quaintly
To put it plainly
I was all for it, fully against this or it was a maybe
Falling into a pit, instead of improving greatly
Sober for a brief period, now I get drunk and high on the daily
I was going up, but I've been going downhill lately
I put myself in danger, yet for others I offered safety
Only one way to find out, if you got what it takes to be
If this is the first, then what happens at stage three?
If I ever have a baby
And she's a girl, then I'll name her Hailey
What about Amy
Stacy
Or Bailey and Paisley
If not, then how about Daisy
Casey and Macy
or Katie?
Before and after I turn eighty
Give my all and do my best, so she can turn in a wonderful lady
I can hear you,
I can hear your words.
Pretty feathers don't always
Make pretty birds.
I'm not blind to
What is real?
I was aware of the things
You tried to conceal.
Most times I could
Go with the flow.
Other times it was
Touch and go.
I honed in, I really listened,
No words were spoken.
You tried to hide it,
My heart is broken.
You are judged no matter
What you do.
It works out better,
If you take care of you.
Every time you said something,
You told me I was crazy.
What it is, my heart is,
Achy breaky.
I smile now, I knew
And seen some things.
I knew about your rendezvous,
Your work flings.
Every lie spoke
Some truth.
I knew all about your secret,
sweet tooth.
Turbo1904 ?
Well, well"aint seen nothin like me"?
No one is shocked a person of darker pigment can pass a football or do anything they set out to dream with heart in hard work. I think you better stick with a spork, instead of hotknifing that herb, rubbing that lambp of piper sheeptoslaughter jerk.
Catch more bees with honey, plus you can use that plastic spoon to dig your way out of the backstabbery,
but Hollywood Idols love their trophys
especially silver spooned ones, Campbell's Chunky for coddled athletes, who got nothin else to do
but compete for biggest cat in a cradle,
Golden icons on the silver screen.
"bet they never considered me"???
Is there anybody else? I ask you, seriously?
Now I'm with you at the oscars those old Satanic, "Elites" only give awards
Like diplomas in the schools of mystery it apparently seems,
as Necromancers of the record industry getalongs and benedict prostitutes, keeping an ear to the breeze,
you don't want to be in that number,
the Saints ain't no kind of football team. The game is on, we need team leaders, not divides of conquering.
It's better to have a little humility, better to have your soul than to have to whole world at your feet in servitude, for athletic ability?
I don't want some black child to feel left out, underdeveloped, overlooked, that's my little brother, my little sister.......C!?
anyone can clearly see from watching Nickelodeon that people like Ms. Downs are underbooked, a stage of perceived demographic,
it happens like a fairy tale, till their claws tithe Capt. Hook.
Commodities we are, playing a part, innocense took,
trafficking, tracking pings, by Disney, by English Queens, blood exploited by achy hearts in the ritual bloodletting, usually on set, when the Mother goes missing.