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Premium Member What Fire Works

What fire works

Fire works crackle crunch coagulate
send the guiding stars of darkness into space
from Phoenix to ashes ember amber empathy 
forgotten exploding in the heart of unremembered kindness

A giant mushroom in the sky look carefully
you’ll only see it once this beautiful display
of melted cracking spirit humanity fusing by fission
all equality in times of death bonfire rockets Me

A perpetrator by collusion capitalized in self-importance
apathy inertia clever words semantic masturbation
pen in hand computer keyboards sending drones of hate
democracy fireworks for all into the ruins of compassion

Colourful a level playing field for splashing red
blood white bone meal yellow bile contaminated
black blue hematoma where brain once was
and the poppy sprouts the wars to end all wars

Some can afford the fireworks some lives matter
more than others in the sparkling pentagon of madness
enflame the lateral collateral transnational cooperation
of demise destruction disregard for guts and gore for asphyxiation

Taking in one last breath of invested greedy inconvenient truth
I stand by and by the way by the trajectories of fire works’ insane
obliteration and contra-pose love as first and last stand before the world
the words implode when gutsy poems won’t suffice and never have


05th June 2016


Premium Member The Incondite Cross

The pooling dross
Drawn out with flame
He was blamed
It wasn’t skimmed (until it was skimmed)

The old man, the new man’s loss
The Holy Spirit’s vane
In Jesus’ Name
It wasn’t prayed (until it’s prayed in Him)

The incondite cross
Roughly made
It wasn’t planed 
It wasn’t finished (until it was finished)

The incondite cross
Ripped his already tattered back
The rubbing of open wounds 
Against the raw wood
Vinegar to drink
Nails brushing the median nerves
I make the “crucified clench”
Every pain extends as I gasp for breath
My body wanting, avoiding asphyxiation 
My mind wanting death
This is my passion that led me here
I so loved the world
That I gave my life for it
They flogged my back and front raw
I am exhausted from the blood loss
Unrecognizable
You better recognize what I have done
(I am God’s Beloved Son) for you

Premium Member Due Veneration

Since industrialization there’s been agitation frustration palpitation trepidation vociferation
And unequivocal asseveration in favour of our planet’s welfare glorification and protection

Premeditated or not, the results on the planet are nothing short of brutalization and martyrization
Damage is irreversible and orchestrated with acceleration towards matricide and genocide no question

Axiomatic domination exploitation contamination violation decimation decapitation
Take their toll from appropriation to deforestation, amputating earth’s lungs without arbitration

Patronizing politicians greedy for ovations ignore aggravation assassination brutification asphyxiation 
Not fooling anyone with altruistic motives of lavishing ones with undue admiration and accreditation

We’re beyond allegations and accusations of criminal irresponsible desensitization and legitimation 
Way beyond denials repudiation vacillation and claiming a convocation for immediate restoration

The truth is we’re an actualized and glorified civilization cohabitating with vegetation and crustacean  
We claim to have more intelligence yet all we show is irreverence greed alienation and agglomeration

The truth is the damage humans have created in the last hundred years amounts to irreparable laceration
Optimists say it’s not too late to opt for self-preservation with inspiration adaptation and indoctrination…



AP: 1st place 2022

Submitted on March 26, 2018 for contest TRIPLE A CHALLENGE sponsored by ROBERT HAIGH  -  RANKED 8TH
Form: Monorhyme

Self-fulfilling Prophecy

The light from behind my eyelids
A warm rusty ochre
Your yellow-stained fingers
You always were a smoker

My first moment on Earth
I must hold my breath
For the air is too sterile
To guide me to my death

Asphyxiation provides elation
When grey matter burns black
They left me at the station
The only way I know is back

The sun fell away
Now I look into the mud
With my newfound lungs
I smell the iron in the blood

They called it a rare case
My choice to be blind
I said, “My spirit guides me
To what I need to find.”

The twilight now shines through me
With bright specks glittering
“Connect the dots, then you’ll see.”
In my mind's eye, I traced. 

A luminescent pattern emerged
The first sight of my life
With it, my soul surged
Death become me, let me fly.
Form: Rhyme

The Rising Sea

Like the tides of a nighttime sea,
My brilliance wavers and diminishes
My words are buried into the moisture of life’s poisons
Misfortune clenches my throat from expressing my visions

I have plunged into such dark depths
Of this mind
Without a clear understanding of your devotion
Without a better realization
Of your never-ending affection
Of your ever-pressing lips
Onto the prize where your sweet-searching eyes visualize
The golden nuances of your genius
The pressure of those winning words

The winds dance with my intellect,
Jolting my heart in loud, silent jeers 
The waves, black and dusky wait to smother
As I crawl into the arms of another

This mind still spurts
All words that cannot be conjured
All feelings that cannot be muttered
Truth drowns in the asphyxiation of unfamiliar grounds
Rising from these depths as the moonlight glares

This mind still spurts
As the rising sea
In all of its misery
Remembers your words and yearns


The Mailer Daemon Feasts

help me if you can, cuz salutary
     hans solo impossible missions
     fall short asper this mwm to break free,
     thus Siam game for heroic measures to wrest
sill loose, gnome hatter
     remaining time on Earth
     strong arm gull lancing tactics

     aye need to vest
from perverted imps stranglehold
     upon healthy existence
     will resort to extreme thine body electric
     (serves as kool aid base sic acid) test
hosting ocd (analogous to a
     suckling leech happy fiend)

     disallowing this mwm 
   (similar to Sir Issac Newton) begs to take a rest
nurses nourishment feeding off host
     (thyself) linkedin, sans sybaritic symbiotic,
     excising unhealthy sycophantic relationship
     long term ultimate quest
shucking loose obsessive pest

     compulsive disorder moocher
     drilled deep into psyche tub billed a nest
which bred a hardy crop that messed
up with my enjoying life tooth ha max,

     viz parasitic, opportunistic,
     narcissistic fealty must stop lest
asphyxiation undermines ability to jest
as if deadly poison
     this chap (as a kid) accidentally did ingest

hence this attempt at plaintive pleading
     for mental health professional
     took hum at my be hest
a much more welcome guest
versus nemesis grounded rivaling mount Everest

that tis all i write unloading off my chest
an agile, fertile, and nimble sprite
     who already out best
this scrivener,  now  completed poem
    confiding bugaboo aye attest.
Form:

Like a Train

Before I knew it I darted towards her like a train.
Barreling toward her fast as I could.
Inhaling deep, releasing deep huff.
The rumble of what came to be manifested before I was seen.
The notion of steam clouds and rod hot like iron.
Darting past the station.
Caution thrown to the wind in a solid fluid motion.
The rumble of my heart lead the way.
Stead fast, the scenery of steeping in front of emotion.
Track after track.
Winding and twisting with nothing to block the way.
I shot into a tunnel.
Stepping head first into what I have always known.
The express route to desire.
To inhale in ultimate asphyxiation.
The next station miles and miles away.
We were punctual.
Breaking down in deep huff.
Trails of smoke funnel where I lost my breath

Opaque

Opaque

Self-determination digs the fight, 
Between lovers, crevacies and urns, 
Sunken to the black scraping the rust, 
The syntax to velocity 27 epic tech bust.

Velodrome phoneticised tightness of gyte,
Forced gynaecology for terse, gut and creation, 
Random infinity espouses truth glued thereunder, 
Catching it biopsies tumours in place of white blood. 

The thicket secludes grass stoned with hydroxyl’s waste,  
Ethanol spreads upon the phalanges dance severed/nullified,  
Blame the THC for dividing dithered marriages gay and adjusted,  
Turn tender to jail to lock astronauts for circumferences of the wheel.  

Misjudged twist of lily and microchip to coin and defile unveiled strands, 
Genome tightened motionless from above, within, gloving the asphyxiation, 
Dynamo’s nuclear reads sex for perceptive muscular drive on cognitive motion,  
Love instantly slides effaced towards the hidden silent convict skimming goons lit.

Only mutism can endanger an incognito identity ravished by blood pulsing to move, 
Riled by race relations, sexism, LBGT, second kid jibed with vibes stretching at ozone,  
Simple religion does not contradict form structures so abstract by set and void god retract, 
Hell includes chemistry’s contingents upon matter bleak and lynched of a glance empathetic. 

Rhoda Monihan
Form: Shape

The Splashing River

The river
When we met 
Was splashing 
Both the banks


I was 
A little nervous

I wanted to swim
In case I sank?

The other day
There was a report
In the newspaper
As he was ardently fondling
The pulsating blonde neck and throat
In a prolonged prelude
Splashing the crushing waves
From the climbing passion
She died of asphyxiation

The rippling sound
Crippling crests
Suggesting silhouettes
Engaging my pen
With vignettes
While eyes focused
At the waves
Gently swashing against the shore
Knocked on the door
Making me forget 
The after and before

Are you crazy
A voice out of the mist
Called out
The luxurious river 
Is in full tide this evening
Come away

The splashy call
However, was louder
Resembling an ocean
Too gorgeous to stop
The blueberry emotions

Looking at
The currents hitting the anchor
Waters lapping the land
The blue water darkening in twilight
I waited with the key
The lock was restive
As I splashed my thoughts

Many a leaf fell from the tree
Quite a few, however, were stubborn

________________________________________

4 June 2020

Splash Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann

Venus

Her name was Venus. She was the matriarch of astronomy; clouds of gas and a thick, ribbon-like atmosphere guarded her from the chaos which surrounded the Milky Way. Her surface was rocky, yet she made sure no human would ever step their feet onto it. Asphyxiation didn't seem like a pleasant way to be robbed of life, and she admired her effortless beauty too much to want it colonized and distributed by the human race. So, there she remained, limiting her admirers to a mere glimpse, like she was an antique passed through her family's bloodline. On a night where she felt a bit more daring, she'd allow humans to view her in the night sky, like a child taunting a dog with a bone. No, she wasn't that cruel. In a world of dictators, she was only Chicago's mayor. For these reasons, she is viewed as Earth's older sister. She's not rude, simply in a later stage of development, moody, and alluring, yet a wonderful companion. 

Bright and fully warm
Her aura invites and speaks
Looking for a mate
Form: Haibun

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