Long Flaw Poems
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bloodied fingers madly claw
caskets hermetically sealed
bullet riddled bodies crazily didst draw
triggered bloodshed tsunami,
where logic insists there must be a flaw
precious priceless proud loved ones demise
festers "stunned disbelief" to gnaw
perhaps shell shocked next of kin
utter primal wails resemble distorted hee haw
lifeless loved ones alive just moments ago,
these special darlings (dozen plus youth)
premature death deprived
never delight one or more in-law
whereat deceased brides and grooms
denied pledging troth
from permanently stilled jaw,
while bereaved
inconsolably cry deafeningly, drenching
cloths cupping raw cheeks,
a cruel prank sans burden thrust upon a maw
(whose womb once housed
forever lifeless son or daughter),
rigor mortis out buzzfeeds Stihl chain saw
shrieking, how,
this "NON FAKE" living nightmare
cast an excruciating pall,
whence diabolic demons lear
into the opened seam,
where under a sheltering sky Gaia doth hear
the deafening lament against
a cool, calm and collected
frenzied maniac whose flare
ring nostrils adrip with rage
exchanged slugs of lead for dear
lee departed souls,
where dark clouds may never clear
as the living suffer horrendous psychic hemorrhage
agonizingly bid their own
flesh and blood affixed atop a bier.
Form:
I was told my life was set in stone.
That my fate was written.
That the ink was drying.
My demise,
My flaw,
My fatal traits.
I'm aware of it all.
How I'm meant to be,
To live my life a certain way.
They all believe the same.
Because my fate is written,
They believe my story is finished.
That it'll be like all the others.
But I refuse.
So,
To those writing my story,
Today,
I will smudge the ink.
And if the sky falls,
Then let it fall while I laugh,
While I live.
This heartbeat was given to me on loan,
And I plan to spend it.
This body is only temporary,
But the moments?
The memories?
Those are forever.
So don't forget me,
When I laugh too loud,
Or run a little wild.
I refuse to live quietly.
Chase your dreams,
Run to the ends,
Untill the sky cracks apart for you.
Grab at life,
Hold it tight,
Wrap it in both arms.
Never let go.
Be who you want to be.
How you want to be.
Grab that pen,
Write your story.
Don't become a ghost
That only remembers the living.
Time is winding down
And the Big Game is ready to put a smile on a wintry frown
A Chief represents the A F see
While the 49ers are the National wannabees
Television has all the cameras set
And NFL’s new city are completing their bets
A six pack here and Doritos there
This has become a yankee tradition since people care
San Fran has its pans to handle
And the Chiefs being leaders are carrying the burning candles
Those looking for Callie fornia gold planted a three and the bay city nuggets look good indeed
Saint Patrick did not want any of that
When he added a seven-point end zone sequence before he sat
Then with a little luck St. Patrick was able to get back the ball and a three-point kick was made without a flaw
But those in greed had the need the roll down the field and score a Canadian major
Leveling this championship wager
Tied at ten the first half ended in a fast pace that should have been commended.
After the entertaining half time show
San Francisco came out on the go
First it was an innocent three
Followed by a ten-point lead
St Patrick threw it to the wrong man
And the Chiefs started to feel like they were in a jam
Then with the fourth quarter being played
The Chiefs went on a war path one could say
Putting together two good drives
That showed they were still alive
And then with only a pylon to worry about
The Mo town boys had a lot to shout about
Williams went in for the TD hurrah for Tom, Huck and Bet Key
And after a video review seven points were on the scoreboard
Making Mark Twain laugh and roar
They may not have an arch in the arrowhead
Just the Lombardi Trophy from the Packer guy who I remind you is dead
Congratulations Hunt family on the feat
That kept the Midwest with a stimulating heartbeat
Rural America this one is for you
Hopefully the winner is as true as the red, white and blue.
Many times when we’ve fallen
We feel walking out of our room, sullen
Sometimes, it’s another way around
We walk out with a small trophy or crown.
The moment when our flaw rolls as Felix Culpa
We seemingly feel the spark of a good karma
And bringing along its prize in sweet vanilla
We'll say,” A blessing in disguise, Alleluia!”
Felix Culpa comes on our way with a quick rescue
Like a wheelchair picking us up without a clue
Despite our flaw, comes a miraculous grace
For we’re always drawn in God’s loving embrace.
It’s a clear reminder of Jesus Christ's salvation
Our ultimate end is so wonderful, offered by His redemption
Amidst our life’s tragedies, God has greater plans
Just trust Him completely and if we fall, we’ll stand.
Looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was,
A mirror shows the choices I regret.
In shadows of the past, I see my flaws,
Yet wisdom’s light has guided me, I bet.
I wandered lost, each step a trial’s cost,
With every wrong turn, pain would carve its mark.
Yet from the struggle, lessons were embossed,
And in each failure, hope would leave a spark.
I’ve changed with time, though flaws remain with me,
The heart that seeks redemption finds its way.
Through doubt and darkness, God’s light sets me free,
A brighter path emerges from the gray.
Each high and low, a wave that comes and goes,
But morning’s light brings clarity and calm.
I see the man I’ve become, and I know,
In every flaw, there’s a chance to transform.
So here I stand, the past both near and dear,
I’ve faced my truth and learned to hold it close.
In every scar, a lesson clear and clear,
And in my flaws, a story to propose.
Outlining your face, wisps of gorgeous hair
Within those wisps, beauty of no compare
Adorning your face, the most beautiful smile
Sometimes I forget, you have been mine all the while
Deeper still two jewels for eyes
And in them care with no compromise
Love sparkling from inside
Sometimes my love I did hide
Anchoring your persona, two ears most sensitive
All they have heard, considered most substantive
And jewelry fades against lobes so tender
Sometimes my time I have forgotten to render
Creation perfection, lips of the greatest allure
Words of kindness of love are spoken so pure
Soft and luscious, they summon my soul
Sometimes I conceal, your love is my goal
Contemplating your beauty, I consider no flaw
I gaze in adornment, full of hope and awe
Pondering your love, it has enriched my life
Sometimes I must proclaim, I love my wife
In a universe, ablaze with color, so vivid and profuse,
Exist hues of boundless spectrum, in a kaleidoscopic muse.
Galaxies twirl in distant realms, adorned with stellar light,
Painting the cosmic canvas, in the eternal, enchanting night.
Stars, like glowing brush strokes, dot the infinite expanse,
Igniting tales of time and matter, in an astral, majestic dance.
Comets, with tails of iridescent glow, streak through the spatial field,
Adding streaks of brilliant white, to the universal shield.
Nebulae, the cosmos’ blossoms, in pink and azure bloom,
Cradling stars within their folds, in a celestial, nurturing womb.
Black holes, veiled in mystery, and cloaked in the unseen,
Draw all into their silent depth, a void, serene and clean.
Planet Earth, our verdant home, a palette rich and wild,
Bears blues of tranquil oceans, upon the canvas, gently styled.
Emerald of rustling leaves, and browns of the fertile earth,
Reflect the myriad of lives and dreams, constantly in rebirth.
In this cosmic artistry, where every speck of dust contains,
Histories of universe’s birth, and of celestial, distant plains,
We find ourselves as artists, with palettes to create,
Our own vibrant tapestries, in the canvas of our fate.
May we paint with love and kindness, with hues of peace and grace,
Adorning every moment, in the time and space we trace.
And gaze upon the universe, with wonder, love, and awe,
Understanding in its vastness, a beauty without flaw.
In the infinite palette, where stars and souls ignite,
Let’s paint our stories boldly, in this boundless, eternal night.
In the masterpiece of existence, let our lives be a vibrant thread,
Creating patterns of love and joy, in the cosmic tapestry spread.
Hey lover
Another year has passed
But it's the same old story.
Like how the rabbit fell
And Alice flew
A pretty turn, a flaw in my mind.
But of course,
A lover is only worth a penny in the den
A God that wields man.
So please bury me in pride, and dignity
Hey lover, when you walk over my grave
Turn and kiss me
Don't fall in whole
One heart is enough
When you run into my heart
In the false meadows of love
Please, keep my blood in your veins.
We fall, scramble, cry
You dig your claws into my soul
Oh my agony, in pain and seclusion
We fall, scramble, cry
You dig your claws into my soul
Lemon in my throat,
Acid in my brain
My hat won't work, mad hatter
Guess one's handiwork is enough to make one fall in deep
Street of love,
Bed of roses
Make sure not to fall,
Oh, pure evergreen saint.
For my heart will rot in despair,
Dear lover.
I cannot compete with something as painstakingly glorious as you
Envy is but a humbling tumble down a steep, rocky hill
I am crushed in your fits of glory—your screaming for passion
My approaches are absolutely wrong
Therefore my communication is a weak, ransomed victim
Your poison arrow frog skin rubs against my exposed body
I happily accept my fate
For your beauty surpasses the ephemeral pain of the infectious reign
My erroneous, inevitable downfall
I hold you up—I feel the need to keep you tall!
Michael the Archangel did not insult you once, Lucifer
How then will I?
How can I possibly be higher than you?-
Why would I want to?
I admire your freedom
I simply disregard your macrodomes of ever-worshiped flaw
If I could allow myself, I would share in your glory
Only to add to it further
But as I am poisoned with the truth
I can only be your grounded pedestal
And though you flee from humility in its wake upon my brow
I realize everyday you are living for the grounded now
And I merely look to the unknown future
A place I dread where you unwillingly hold me up
Bonded in the ground with Death and Hades
You become my pedestal, and the worms my vineyard
My parasitic feet seer your glory
I am ever so sorry
I never wanted this renown
There was a time I do recall
When you overtook me in my sleep
I cried aloud in helpless acceptance
But soon I was forced in a croak of laughter
I felt your bitter poison
I felt pride at last
I thank you for it
I thank you for showing me
What I will never be
Dear Lucifer,
Provoke me no longer to praise your eternal existence
Generations of Evening take a hold of me now
And the fruit must be shared
Pandora, Oh Pandora, you're to blame
Man's avarice has doomed us, one and all
So blatantly we covet without shame
And turn our heads away, when beggars call.
In fact, it is a shared character flaw
For who among us here, desires less?
Do you feel like your portion is too small?
It's when we're wanting more, when we transgress.
Yet sharing the world's wealth would be a mess
For who decides, too much or not enough
and who decides a fast and fair process?
Those questions there alone, are more than tough
Who would not put their finger on the scale
While heads were turned 'cause someone hollereed, SALE.
by Daniel Turner
Spenserian sonnet
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