Long Flotation Poems
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She sits on the bathroom floor
Hiding behind a tightly closed door
Afraid that prying eyes will see
What society has forced her to be
With fingers pushed halfway down her throat
On the remains of dinner she silently chokes
The taunting cries of her classmates in mind
Loudly calling her fat all the time
Just a size ten but not a three
Like the girls in magazines you see
Thighs that need to be as slim as a boys
Boobs need to be as large as flotation toys
He sits and stares at his pale skin
Apparently white is out, tan is in
Long hours spent on a tanning bed
Risking skin cancer to fit in instead
Only sixteen, muscles not developed yet
Need to be leaner and stronger he frets
And so the need to be more than he is drives
To bottles of steroids he soon arrives
The school bell rings, all the kids scatter
Except one lonely girl that seems not to matter
Classified as poor by the labels on her jeans
Not worth socializing with by those that have means
The parking lot is filled with such flashy cars
Kids talking on cell phones, their heads in the stars
Gucci sunglasses draped across their nose
Life as an stereotype dawns clear and slows
Everyone wants to emulate a great big star
Society tells them it's no good to be who you are
You have to be better than everyone else you see
The thinner, the tanner, the richer, the better you'll be
Girls should be blond, blue eyed and demure
Sexy and seductive, rich and not poor
Boys should be muscular yet tanned and lean
With smiles so white they blind when seen
Everyone needs to drive a fast fancy car
Designer clothes are the very best by far
For all those that don't fit the wonderful dream
The world doesn't even see them it seems
Too much hype splashed across billboards to the young
Expectations are too high but are haphazardly slung
Into the schoolyard the hype does quickly spread
Feeding egos and turning them into bullies instead
Those that have more and who fit the desired mold
Hassling those that haven't reached the gold
Next thing you know there's a kid with a gun
Trying to silence the voices of everyone
Then we wonder what happened to him
Well the truth is, he just couldn't fit in
Too many stereotypes not enough understanding
Life just became too absolutely demanding
The implosion of a thought is neither a shred or a shard. In fact it is surely a pulsation of a wisdom whirlpool? Really? How rather radical. And amusing to the laughs of the rhombuses who gather with rhinos to celebrate the correct correspondence from a diagram which has been deleted by a diaphragm. No condolences required in a tepee but echoes of deaths can mean the picking of fruit would become timely,important,and long overdue. Oh dear. How unfortunate that a printed skirt can collapse on a beam like a fly on a wall. It is imperative to note that doctrines are not fables nor are they of importance for they merely feel that they are. And now it is the gatherings of the mutton mutations who are ingesting but losing wool due to the wisdom of wind capsules. Wow . The flotation of heifers timed is an undignified duty to an orbit of an orb and an orb can cast aspersions so never argue with an ambidextrous shrew in a multi coloured cape. And a four gee sim can always placate and be more interesting than placing order in a misty mansion. But misty mansions were supposed to be respected. Yet folk trample and tread and feats by fairies are often unnoticed by small footed monkeys. Balance not a tome whilst on a step ladder. And always bathe in a light fragrance for air is importance to balance,stabilise and renew. Such a groundsheet sewn. And even a sultry hairdryer gets weary when catering for a cantering follicle. So go dust that tree. And iron the gardens. Rest assured that a four footer will grow. Good. Godly given gratefully greeted greatness. And a tree sap to sip. Not to spill. Line up the priests are out. Linking lineage. Then? And a cosmopolitan cosmic cosmetic clap. Bang. Oh. Oblivious to none is agreed by some so throw the leper in the bin. Radical ridicule rather ravenous raping ruling rods reeking. And a little fly to the sands of time. Great isn't it? No. For that is an Orpheus snail that is barking and a cacti jumps up and down. Downloads are a programmable prison then. Fornicate not with an thistle. And carry a weapon to a gig. Guiding giving grabbing going gone. Gits. And a 190,000,987,567 tall pansy. Great. Greater the greater the greater greets. Garnished. Under siege. Vehemently z
Form:
Would you go swimming or fishing with an eighty foot strong hook, flippers, a basket hat, and a toothbrush tail? Bullfrog wants to. He wants to consistently visit the waters to engage in the flow and ebb and weave of the stylish currents. Duty bound so duty is and all flotation tanks that arrive on a ceiling are to be thus acknowledged. Carrier pigeons make very dramatic circling loops but circling a pair of pans is akin to dripping a sauce heavily over a tissue. Ok then. Perhaps it is the formality that is the formal but not the formerly formed first. And beware of baked rations of cabbages at this time. Fir they can rise and rise and rise and rise. So all you sea urchins, emeralds, garnets of tree clusters, and ilk hypothesise this scenario. In under one word. Or in a sentence of six characters. Here is the title to ponder. 'If nine elephants ate a cake with no icing would the rhino still be envious'. Scores will be given to any emblematic and meaningful answers. The rule is not to swear and curse for both are insufficient to a language lean. So don't lean heavily upon amplifiers, pool tables, breasts, sea horses, tails, or any related articles resting in fires and bins. Surplus to requirements is a large wad of mismatched print that portrays fresh cream and butter like lards and fats. Critical caressing creating crossing chaos. Chat chat chat and then cut chop. No chip shop in their right mind would sell multi corroded mouldy non sparkling potatoes in a fryer. So leap then. Longitude latitude is neither an attitude nor a mystified contemplation of a sausage roll on a shelf. Ok then. Tell it to the feathers, mystic beak in realm, tell it to the cloven hooves trotting in the towns, tell it to a block of frozen ice, soon to break and thaw, and don't forget the number two waiting at the door. And now go bake a cake using a lorry, a car and a huge seventy acre highway. Hahaha bread is giggling to the toaster. Hahaha postures of pigs parading and paragliding too. Hahaha missionary muscle mass musical effect. Passing. Xxxxx hypnotherapy Z. That was a bulletin from 9905829405.0 from the p Y Q REPORTING ON A NEW NOTE FLICK, z
Form:
I’d extend an invitation
to all in the congregation
through this speech of inspiration
which is quite a compilation
yet I expect no adulation
and no gest of adoration
for in my own estimation
it’s a trifle occupation
clearing out the obfuscation
of a simple predication
o’er the course of this oration
through the rhyme of this dictation
See it’s a feebly built narration,
or an errant adaptation
sitting ‘top a weak foundation
grounded on some old quotation
writ in archaic notation
which seems to bear no strong relation
to the current held fixation
on the poorly built translation
which is more of a mutation
than an actual citation.
Now to give a brief summation
I will fight off the temptation
and my present inclination
to continue this vocation
and I’ll risk your irritation
with this act of abdication
and upset your expectation
by using this line instead
to add a bit of variation
as the only deviation
in my final recitation.
Now please stifle your elation
as I offer resignation
for I’m out of medication
and I fear the obligation
to interpret revelation
meant to spell out your salvation
is to my great consternation
causing meal regurgitation
and worse stomach ulceration
though at best the correlation
is just my imagination.
So I’m taking a vacation
to a tropical location
lost in wild vegetation
where I’ll watch in adoration
those grass skirts in their gyration
and sip drinks of fermentation
to avoid the dehydration
that always comes by deprivation
or by over-conservation.
If it’s any consolation,
after lots of vaccination
I’ll pursue my destination
through a week of navigation
on a vessel of flotation
as my mode of transportation
and forego all aviation.
So I plead, dear congregation
understand my situation
‘spite my freedom from taxation,
just suppress your indignation
toward my dreams of recreation
though I have no explanation
save this current presentation.
And though there is no valuation
for true acts of consecration,
after much consideration
if you’d show your dedication
with a generous donation,
I could use the insulation.
Amen.
The nucleus of a pin cushion is akin to the internal mechanisms of a sausage. A big massive drama but don't tell Dalai Lamar and the turtle doves will sing and swing in the breeze. A damsel in distress is a fruit pie filling times ten. Or perhaps twenty? But never pickle a grape drop from a left handed swing. Pin pom pom poppy head exploding erosive calamities. Haha eat a stew of dust and concrete with petrol fumes in a finest case. In a tunnel. Chop chop chip and a choooo choooo chooo but no luggage. Baggage is a drink driving drapery. And how cool is a Gatorade and how interesting the scatter of seeds grabbing a garter in an elevated garden in a bypass crawl. Xxxxx now eat. Pardon no patron. And mind no mind levels. It is to integrate to separate a chord from an elbow and fuel in a soup travels great distances in a leavened bowl. But bit no bite and break no bustier. In a negligee perform aerobatic circumferences across lights. Weeee weeeee eeeeeee reeeeee and a radio grinning and smiling from two little eyes of green. Greek goddess getting gods gratefully grating garbage. And an earthenware bowl. Dancing. Flotation. Footstool prancing in a nine acre field and answering a phone at this time is nevertheless seemingly stamping. A stomp thought. Not necessarily reflecting a wide angled view of beautiful sunset lit sceneries. Hahahaha but no hahaha. Now bake a cake ball and clap loudly. Then snore. Wow. A whoooooshing ball. Arriving. Boing boing boing. Great. Fabulous isn't it. Shoot score snorting shaping sharks shapely. And a green epitomized giant dancing around and around and around with 900 bikinis, a dress, a fish tank and a pile of misshapen leaves. So now play a nice game of croquet with eighty-nine frogs who have elevated seats. Haha dusk. Nice. Wow. Xxxxx travestational. Z z z z z
Form:
Turtles drooping can be signs of elitist tantrums on borderline wave cones. Such colours. And often feedback is not fodder so therefore indigestible. Taming a 3foot bullock who is battling to grow horns is often not an easy task. Sometimes content to chew cud and at other times rampaging and knocking over thistle glasses who often look quite shocked. If one resembles an otter can one dive? Flotation is the way of saying get up. And getting up is often fantastically fun terminology that means that the years have created an engagement long overdue. No exact ritual can perform an exact result so play light, put right, and glide on harmonics in air. Or over tables. Onlookers are quite often seasick. Oh how rather remarkable then for therein lies much Flightly kingdoms of rain and wind gods. 190th element and a half turn of a key. Let it not be said that a sausage can not jet ski and a mouse in a tutu cannot balance on a promenade in a wind. Wild wind whipping willows. A 1foot humanoid said pied a puskin skot in a bright patterned blouse. And ba said the eastern maiden. Longitudinal latitudes create attitudes to store in neat ordered patterns. On skylines in sky castle yards and gates are often discovering a new way of laughing. Draping a cotton snood to correct ways. Standing on a 5 centimetre bridge on mountains over 500 feet. Tailoring a suit and fixing a boot with the flem from a laughing hedgehog. Dusk discovered discourse discounted draperies driving drinking derived design divine divided *** canopies *** resistance *** ha ha ha ha *** now attempt to land in orderly ways. *** valour *** ape eel pies ***
Form:
Rendered faceless by the artist, she appeals to the masses. This angel takes up the canvas. Her identity of she is given by the poet. Bold with chromatic colors. Only Gabriel and archangel Michael are mentioned by name in the holy bible.
Hosts of angels appear when human eyes are open to the invisible. Some artists have reduced angels to chubby-cheeked toddlers. Likely the appearance of one angel in his/her shining glory would knock you to the ground with the force of lightning.
After losing one job, I had a strange encounter with a woman. I don’t remember what she said but it spoke to my heart. We saw each other for a split second. I immediately felt that she was an angel in human form.
Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers,
for by so doing some people
have entertained angels without knowing it
HEBREWS 13:2
SACRE COEUR WINGS
bauble-head with a 3-d halo,
she’s full-pink-bubblegum faceless.
strong stripes of her skirt lend
themselves to upper body strength.
extension of shoulders, the arch
of see-through wings outlined
in white, blue, pink, bright yellow.
xanthous flowers like birds
cling to the angel-sleeves
whilst the cerulean sky
seeps through sacre coeur wings.
centerfold heart
open in her chest, big and bold
with sunlike rays.
she’s a flotation device over the deep blue lake.
she’s Eden’s garden in flight.
she’s light…she beams.
8/7/2021
Emile Pinet’s Imagism
She was the embodiment of beauty
The manifestation of goodness
Everything she did was
Lovely
Graceful
Flawless
People would call he an angel
But no one saw the devil buried inside
Setting up camp in her heart
Breaking it and turning it dark
No one knew the darkness that followed her
The black cloud
Harboring a storm
Waiting to unleash a hurricane
Whip up the waves again
To pull her under
No matter how hard she tries to stay above the water
There is no flotation device to keep you
Above the flood of addiction
You see that she's drowning
But how can you save someone
From the tide
When you don't know how to swim
When you have no idea there to find a life preserver
You feel helpless
As you watch her be consumed
Her own body swallowing her whole
There are no amount of self-help groups
To stop the relapse
The monster has captured her
She sold her soul
The day she sold her body
She does this to keep her supply
As they always demand
People try to help
But they don't understand
How will she tell people she's lost
When she has no sense of direction anyway
Also they wouldn't believe her
She looks at herself
And starts to cry
Her reflection looking back is broken
Like the mirror she is staring into
Soon she doesn't recognize the person no, creature
In the glass
She stows away in her room and goes into hiding
As she adds just one last skeleton to her closet
Infantile ignorance takes a barge and a ship then sets sail. Passing one jellyfish stop and wave. But passing over nineteen thousand jellyfish stop and shoot. Shoot till all gone in a gloopy mess tangling with oceanic salty spray. Like flem. Such a climbing frame thought an amoeba. Wow. It is right to climb and multiply now all human forces have self destructed through their leader's actions and greed. Merely a template in a flotation tank. Merely a footstool in a fish tank. So beam once twice then cheer then. Always be cheerful. It sanctifies the soul harbours. To be eradicated is to be forced to kneel before coins. But to be enlightened is to consume curries under waterfalls. Worldwide whirlwinds. Fantastically free forming freeing frameworks. And a little tiny frog sitting in a leaf basket smiling. Rather radical radishes. In suits. And now going. Going into a mountain. Then if necessary into a large impenetrable craft. Shoots shooting stem. And a beam. No ha no x but large amounts of watered down cabbage soup. In bowties. Bow not to a custard donut in a cape canyon. Nor a silver created newt in a bun. Ok. Now reach a border of pretty pansy. Californian crisp. And a dome arch. Xxxxx instigated ink. Xxxxx gardenias z
Form:
Apprehensive and panic-stricken
I practice assuming the crash position .
While a “ fasten seatbelt” sign flashes
like a beacon, foretelling our demise,
cool beads of sweat form on my forehead.
A paralyzing anxiety washes over me.
My knuckles are chalk white as
my hands grip the armrests.
I try to swallow but my throat is dry as dust.
I frantically push the bell to summon an attendant.
I need water…..anything!
She appears looking concerned
and I’m impressed how calm she remains
in such a dire situation.
My knees tremble as I once again
examine my seat, ready,
should I need it as a flotation device.
Feeling uncontrollably trapped,
my chest tightens, my lungs scream for oxygen.
Suddenly the plane lurches, the engines roar,
then silence.
Oblivious to those around me,
terror has me tight in her grasp.
A pounding headache
tortures my disconnected thoughts.
A sudden wave of imminent diaster engulfs me.
Assuming the worst,
I close my eyes and pray for a miracle.
In response, comes the ominous announcement,
"Ladies and gentlemen,
we will be taxiing to the runway momentarily,
we apologize for the delay.’’