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I diffidently conjure the sorrowful emerald entity
from the deepest depths of my elbow of despair.
I do not abhor her, but I also do not trust her.
Likewise, I rather revere and worship her.
She validated my grief when I was in the wailing keening stage.
Sapphire orbs transmogrify into lilting, lively, lovely butterflies.
Porcelain staunchness furthers her into an aloof position.
Astonish me, she whispers, in an ethereal, frightening way.
Or admonish me, she says a little too loudly. Then she laughs.
It is a maniacal laugh that frightens me.
I watch this amazingly mystical, magical creature evolve
and revolve during the crescent moon’s change of clothes.
There is a sense of wonder, yet, also a feeling of regret
Possibly remorse?
She admirably fills the corners of my grief state
There is a glimpse of enthusiasm, a quick interval.
I devote myself to the task of understanding
the sensitivity of her resolve and revolve.
For she has been to visit me many times.
And I have no doubt she will return.
Enters entitled, exits entitled; "Oh where art thou," this title be?
Entirely composed of humans in this entire amenity.
Humanities amenities entirely entitled to a life less entirety.
Entitled to less entirety than one could humanly admire, admirably.
Entirely composed of humans in this entire amenity.
The amenities comprising humanities commodity
Entitled to less entirety than one could humanly admire, admirably.
Are contradictory to the overall popular opinion of society...
The amenities comprising humanities commodity
Adversely affecting humanity, more so than less
Are contradictory to the overall popular opinion of society...
Anonymity is anonymous to say the entireness.
Adversely affecting humanity, more so than less
Humanities amenities entirely entitled to a life less entirety.
Anonymity is anonymous to say the entireness.
Enters entitled, exits entitled; "Oh where art thou," this title be?
6/4/2017
Contest: Rhyme Battle 7
Sponsor: Juli- Michelle
RULES OF ART
so painterly
executed
considering
the innovative
&contemporary
in true naturalness
space
of
utmost import
unusually
displayed
outshone by
admiration
unsurpassed
yet
involved
as
aspects
alluding
to
handling of light
sensations viewed
in discovered
differences
admirably
singled out
then
amplified
though
connections
relaxed in
numerous
hypothesis
where
motivations emerge
as notions
surviving
in conceivable phases
&
attributes
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Plethora of humans (think overpopulation)
directly linkedin to planet Earth dire strait
re: environmental catastrophe, née debacle
teeters along brink tipping point inevitably
pitching civilization headlong into oblivion
*****sapiens (minus those living off grid)
admirably self sufficient unto themselves,
perhaps ecological intentional community
while yours truly, one guilt ridden scrivener
laments impacting minimal carbon footprint
(courtesy these thankful little feet size nine+)
nonetheless psychological torment wracks
lovely bones garden variety/generic human
specifically comprising complex edifice me
Matthew Scott Harris riven with loathsome
abomination, constipation, indignation, et al
mustered, tethered, yoked into capitalistic,
commercialistic, consumeristic ditto et alia
versus altruistic holistic, simplistic again re:
call synonymous words regarding contrast
between belching, exhausting, and polluting
(naming three adjectives describing impact
predominantly nsync with prophetic albeit,
profit oriented profligate, profane paradigm
unleashing immense global carbon emissions
see following website for further details: https:
//www.scientificamerican.com/article/co2-
emissions-will-break-another-record-in-2019/.
Impossible mission to uncouple accountability,
(no matter minuscule - veritable drop within
figurative bucket when quantity contrasted/
compared alongside industrial waste courtesy
major corporations), yet helplessness prevails
survival (mine) inextricably bound trappings
twenty first century allow, enable, and provide
exploiting even dollop so called nonrenewable
resources, I could sacrifice corporeal entity -
body, mind and spirit within eyeblink exhales
last breath before becoming repurposed - inert
cremated ashes randomly scattered across all
points encompassing terrestrial world wide web.
Obituary -
Despite havoc primate species did wreak
from the afterlife I figuratively speak
and applaud millennials whose peak
performance accorded courtesy
your token "aged hippie,"
and long haired pencil necked geek,
whose disembodied spirit
now volunteers as Halloween sideshow freak
incorporating gallows humor tongue in cheek.
Matthew Scott Harris, whar art thou *****?
The following admission
honest to dogness haint no bunk
nobody, but yours truly
bore deeply and countersunk
his spontaneity satisfactorily
lightweight corporeal mein kampf,
didst more than baptise or dunk
cuff, which admirably aided to flunk,
(whereat no universal solvent,
could (kant) kelp dissolve barnacles
of sea sonned gunk),
asper thickly congealed
encasing this laughable
antithesis of hullo kit ting hue man
overweening tricky hunk,
which thought to attempt
skidding row bust humor
as a "FAKE" teetering drunk
ken-pro lit tarry overgrown punk
(riotously swinging balled fists
way of course), and mine
feeble insubstantial poetic jabs, where
teenage shadow boxer slunk
tis my harmless recourse to peddle
as sway to escape funk
seriously, Aesop hoes,
this personal mockery
wrote for no rhyme nor reason junk
bonded really gluten
free self deprecating
playfulness of course as chipper munk
makes any sense, neither kerplunk
emanating from atop me notch noggin
swishing with grade A klunk
emasculation par excellence, asper
out thee talking head of this lunk,
whose upcoming "talk therapy"
every other Monday
at 11:00 a.m. with preshrunk
kin shrink finds tarnished psyche resonating
analogous to reverberation while spelunk
king in an echo chamber futilely
questing, searching, rummaging...why I trunk
hated living when merely thirteen
courtesy Anorexia Nervosa
with spindle shank (chicken legs)
to attest as permanent stunted growth.
On a day a number of centuries ago
John Calvin met the great heroine, Joan of Arc,
they both had much indeed in common
in their lives, on God's side, they made their mark
Both were born and came from France
so language was not a problem at all
they had both been mightily used of God
humbly both bowed to obey God's call
John spoke admirably of Joan's bravery
asking did you really hear a voice?
one so audible so clear to be God
oh yes Joan said it was no ordinary noise
Joan spoke of Calvin's work in Geneva
what was it like to see such transformation?
John answered it wasn't me, the spirit of God
it was His work to speak through God's revelation
So much to share can't tell it all now
John and Joan were now real true friends
their great love for Jesus their saviour
who died for their sins for their souls to mend
(I've brought together John Calvin the Swiss reformer(1509-1564) and Joan of Arc who rescued France from English domination. (1412-1431), both French by birth and both mightily used of God. They both lived in different periods of history but thought it would be nice to bring them together and imagine what friends they could be)
A very special person has inspired me..
To try and accomplish what I can be..
A dessert for my soul, Cookie is her name.
An inspiration to me, I admirably proclaim!
She has stirred in me a sense of self value..
To have faith in anything I want to pursue..
You have crossed my path for a purpose..
Through poesy and random words of kindness..
May you always be an instrument of faith.
For the lost poets who visit your way!
Dedication to:
Carole Cookie Arnold (01/01/2010)
You have inspired in me a value of self worth
and to be what I want to be.
"Cookie" has written several books.
In the tremble of the evening and the rustle of the unfinished letter,
My aged hand, shrouded in the mist of memories, writes the last farewell,
Under the blue cloak of celestial silence, waiting for the silent echo of your pride,
A proud oblivion that dares not gamble with lost words.
Seasons, stepping over us, corseted us in tombs of leaves and thoughts,
They have coiled in the whispers of our souls together and apart, in snowdrifts of indifference.
I see bleeding sunsets where each day concludes its aria, a somber procession
Beneath my eyes frozen forever gazing towards the sunset, in the waiting of a dawn I have lost.
I, remaining immovable as you knew me, just a little more hunched by words unspoken,
The eternal white blizzard has blossomed in my hair, a winter poet with a heart clad in ice armors.
And here's how shades of gray weave their bed in the canvas of the soul's dusk,
Coloring darkness over the love that bleeds, a flame that extinguishes in the horizon that forsakes me.
The star of my eyes is extinguished, and the sky only illuminates me in hues of longing,
It is a portrait, an old and cracked painting, that even time refuses to touch,
Hidden in the sweet kiss of things no longer, I find my solace in the dust on abandoned furniture,
And feel how without your presence, life slowly melts away, like a candle in the wind.
The snow of indifference has buried our whispers, and blizzards of despair blow us towards separate fates,
We will always remain the same figures, like two timeless clocks, the man of the sunset and the woman of the dawn.
Somewhere, in our story, that unravels and falls, we remain two strangers to the world and to ourselves,
Lost, you in the red light of the evening, me, a residue of a star flickering in a forgotten corner of the sky.
And when these lines will fall away, just as the shadow detaches from the body at dusk,
I will navigate in silence among galaxies, an anonymous cartographer of the way with stars and memories,
A mute bard, stripped of the sale of sentiments, severely ill with the euphoria lying in my chest,
A last page, a last verse, woven from longing, of your odyssey, admirably sad, divinely beautiful.
RIYADH: HAVEN OF LIFE
R - Riyadh, a city and capital of Saudi Arabia
R - "Raining Men" as lots of scattered everywhere..
R - Raging from other Arabs to Caucasians
R - Real masculine, maybe yes and maybe no..
I - I'm here about a year & 6 months
I - Interesting at first as all is new
I - In few months, I began to think twice
I - Inwardly, I feel imprisoned and treated inhumanely..
Y - Yielding me a greater awareness of life .
Y - Yes, it was my ambition to go out..
Y - Yondering all obstacles and trials...
Y - Yelping nothing but full determination.
A - Admitting,I did get what i like from here
A - Accounting from the fact that saving here good.
A - Allegiance to my family as well as my country calls me back..
A - Admirably, some nationalities prefers us..
D - determinedly, I suppose not to give up..
D - Death could only stop me from life..
D - Diligently, I'll walk each day with faith and hope..
D - Dainty, i must still appear to be..
H - However things are.
H - Hope rise up burning afire..
H - Hunterlike aggressive and brave
H - Honesty deep down in contentment.
by: olive_eloi
aug. 22, 2013
@2:30pm
Life
Miracle of birth enshrines an ethereal event
Whether in poverty or affluent wealth.
While some are blessed with enviable health,
Some get saddened by persistent illness.
Life distressed by destitute and hunger
Submersed under depths of gruesome sorrow,
Eminently thrives to awaken from slumber
To reach a dawn of brighter tomorrow.
Every action of goodwill inspires someone
To equal reaction of similar intentions,
Every joy of receiving swiftly reciprocates
Into act of giving that admirably reverberates.
Abundance of wealth often returns to charity,
Hope inevitably rises from ashes of poverty,
Happiness visits but never stays forever,
Every winner someday faces a losing endeavor.
Stepping outside onto avenues of strife
Life is overwhelmed by grief that magnifies,
As meager existence of restless feelings
Questions the virtues of opulent dwellings.
Money and power may satisfy for a while
But upon introspection they don't suffice.
Life worthwhile thrives with family and friends
For material things don't matter in the end.
December 2, 2017
Placed 2nd: Strand select X contest by Brian Strand