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The man in front of me is a broken one,
and my fingers are drowning in dripping glue,
in cement,
in something meant to hold things
To hold him
To hold myself and others together.
Yet he binds himself
with puppet strings, scotch tape,
and the wet breath of drugs.
Batting at my outstretched
Hands
Dodging the warmth of a true touch,
He flinches.
He bleeds- visibly
and he screams from a
starlight-lost, daydream-blinded face
that I am wrong.
He shoves daggers into my seams,
prying at my wounds.
Burning red and pulsing in purple bruise
Image of a warrior
turned blue.
while leaking he bursts open.
Pain seeping into my sobbing mouth
From his unstitched scars
So easy to tear.
He rips with his own hands
At the both of us
When he does not cover his ears and turn his back
To cradle in a seething silence
Clutching with razor blade hands
the child,
The pained,
Chained, caged pet he swallows with every breath as if I cannot
See the lump in his throat
Or feel the kicking in his chest.
But I am a mountain,
capped in the blood of a hundred storms,
and I will not cave.
Somewhere between fallen flares
of an untouchable phoenix~
and the nostalgic red of crimson horizons,
I feel the amethyst embers of longing
illuminate rambling roses
that mourn within my hibiscus heart.
O beloved Love,
I long to be your tulip twilight
adorned with unfading mauve haze,
where green-gold scribbles of sunset
erase interlaced flaws,
to harbor blue-black mists
twirling above tides of tainted topaz…
and I will thrive amidst
storms of insecurities,
as the Swarovski Horse of Poseidon,
crystallized in resilient silver,
gleaming in glowing grace,
beyond dews of darkness,
shifting the aroma of pomegranate’s kiss.
There, peonies of peace
feast upon decadent delicacies
in the barren garden ~
flourishing with jilted jasmines.
I wonder, will these metaphors
woven across my canvas in perfumed ink,
speak the songs of my splintered spirit?
For the moon no longer sings
the melody of my soul,
and I refuse to choreograph
a diabolical dance for resentful ravens,
collecting twigs from tortured trees,
as the crescent smile
wanes into neon nothingness.
Yet while the witching hour beckons
skeletal remnants to rise
as celestial ashes,
I go insane, lose my incandescent light
that glistens in opalescent hues,
leaving my quill to suffocate in solitude,
unable to grasp the musical muse,
to stitch sorrowful sonnets
with seething synonyms.
O stringed sapphires
sailing above the meadow of melancholy,
forgive this coffin curse ~
it holds carvings of a corpse bride,
aching to be seen beyond the kohl shawl~
cloaking the frost-glazed silhouette,
weeping woeful elegies
while slumbering in the
amorous arms of Orpheus,
for in your absence, I cannot breathe,
and sleep screams
like a long-forgotten miracle,
needing an oracle to
alchemize a soothing potion…
So lay me down in a bed
of deep daffodils and thorns,
watch me plead for merciful rain,
to free obsidian tears of terror,
while my psyche bleeds
grammatical mistakes.
I am forever trapped in tremors of agony,
unable to reopen galactic gates
of euphoric escape,
so tonight I’ll let the torrents of torment
embrace inked insanity…
They conspire to trigger my ideas best.
Blissful assurance as the gold orb surmise.
Through form and structure they deliver my taste
and await to see how time might surprise.
Sweet is the symphony that promises bring
Life in time forces pleasure and pain to ring .
Heavenly rains set concrete glass panes to tune
Of an unknown past, in Memory’s plume.
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Withering with time it dries---fragments of dying passion.
Tears froth falsehood, shattered trust reflect ugly burns.
Love grows cold, and anger spikes shades in fashion
Spirit suffers promises in earthern urns!
What fever can escalate the throbbing pain?
What ecstasy colour gratitude’s disdain?
Seething wrath flooding Serenity’s chest
Drugged hopelessness is then set to rest.
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If the FoxNews commentator
and his Republican Congressman colleague
with pro-public universal health constituents
zealously inviting themselves to siege his suburban home,
witnessed by terrified wife and daughter
fearing for their Business As Usual lives,
had the intelligence of a bilateral snake,
They might have seen
and heard
and smelled
and felt
the other, more dramatically lethal, half
Both/And
Elder RightBrain rumblings
of sieges past
What you just said
about Rabid Left
was also true of rabid Right
seething gunfire and baby tissue venom
against Planned Parenthood
and UnPlanned PanReGenerativity
As our Snake River
bends left for cooperative multicultural ownership
of EarthTribe PositivEnergy Global Democracy
And Right
for more conservation of sacred restorations
healing extended HolySpirit EarthTribe justice,
reinvesting through cooperative
SecularLeft-SacredRight co-ownership
On our most intelligent
bilateral
BothLeft AndRight
journey toward aggressive sieging
and unsurging calm waters
Left-Right bicameral
Snake journey toward ZeroZone Paradise.
Wiser than a LeftBrain dominant Fox
with RightWing
patriarchal historic dominance,
listening too far Right Supremacist
to arrive on Cooperative Revolution of all EarthTribe,
MainStream sieges for health
and anti-sieges for death
of interdependent matriarchal freedom,
MidWay, either win straight patriarchal or lose
WuWei, Win Ego co-arising Win EcoPolitical cooperative power
Vocational BiLateral ZeroZone
bicameral Health/Wealth Target.
Fortunately, and unfortunately,
I enjoyed not hearing the more tyrannic tragic half
of their untold self-pardoning siege story
perhaps having forgiven themselves,
ourselves,
too easily
for absence of healthy climate care
during sieges against harder ecofeminist
and urban rainbow targets
out for WinWin ego/ecopolitical cooperative gain,
Trumpian anti-healthcare voices
for their own past rapacious sieging
but not mentioning these unfortunate events
while speaking for unsieging the rabid Left--
a fake anti-sieging
fake WinLose, when everybody misinformed loses,
fake moral values
talking without healing justice walking
game.
Winter finally moves his lumpen sluggish weight,
Spring is like a shy dryad shivering in his arms
Wind's whippets droop to trifling whine
Sullen rain hisses to a grizzle.
tiny fruit buds swell enough to moisten lips.
First daffodil maidens preen, bright faces so fair!
Chattering swallows check granite grey mortared mansion.
Duck naps snug, beak a chest --- gull floats overhead.
Longer days mean I must leave my snuggly, sleepy daze,
slightly more light; work energies reappear
poetry is laid aside in favour of trimming trees
seething solar heating sound, signals dimly smiling sun.
seed packets eagerly spread out – What to plant this season?
Suddenly, more bees aflight – our crops will be alright!
Another cycle begins!
1) Anthropomorphism 2) Simile 3) Metaphor 4) onomatopoeia
5)Synaesthesia 6) Personification 7) Sensory Imagery
8) Ellipsis 9) Homophone 10) Caesura 11) Pun
12) Alliteration 13) Rhetorical Question 14)Internal Rhyme
15) Truism
Written 20th August for Line Gautier Contest - A Litany of Poetic Devices
Trust bleeds as a future forger,
created by sinister seeds
of the satanic sun
and poisoned pearls
of the malignant moon,
an infectious inflammation
blurring the vulnerable
voice of inner vessels, with verses
circling in ruby-smoked redness…
I rise exhausted, remorsefully
consumed in self-inflicted pain,
burning to feel the night choke
the last rites of hope ~
that the poetic pulse of the dusk
insidiously fingered
like a doleful dreamscape,
dotted with dark skin
of an elegiac requiem,
into this cracked conscience ~
for these scars of thinning light
serenade scented illusions,
as if every pause between
potent promises
were an augural omen
of an inevitable inconvenience.
I have been drowning in the seething
sea of an incurable illness,
a kaleidoscope of emotional suffering,
while this onyx heart
refuses the rhythm
of gothic romanticism,
and love is but a rainbow-colored rose
breathing in a crystal-kohl casket,
longing to be free from fears
and passionate threats of desire…
Tonight, I summon you,
my cosmic flame, O angel
who heralds the Lion’s Gate,
where Sirius sears
like the golden chains
of heaven and hell-tides,
to break me and teach me
how the loyalty of love
erases all depths of doubt.
I have known nothing but
the exhilarating path
to heal along the highways
where hurt runs in acceleration,
speeding through the streets
soaked in stressed syllables
of missteps stumbling over
ragged roads cemented in confusion ~
madness merged with mistrust,
weaponizing wounds with words
that cut like claymore flames…
So wander amidst weariness,
seduce me with mosaic metaphors,
walk me through
the cemetery of uncertainty
to reveal an eternity
carved with bones ~
unfamiliar with betrayal.
Bury the ghosts of raven thorns,
silence the cryptic ceremonial
bells ringing with paranoia,
reveal to me a translucent twilight
that speaks no dialect of deceit,
and let your skies hold no other
but my ink,
swathed in velvet r
a i
n…
AMERICA I
Born of rebellion, this place.
Yet what, precisely, does it manifest,
If anything?
The dross and dregs,
Stumblings of a much older world
Found their way here,
Carried across a wide, careless sea
That brought them to their New World
Full of desires base and profound
A New World
Carved and shaped
Wooed and won
Wildnesss beaten back by souls as wild
Flying the Pandora's Box
Left carelessly open
From its beginning, this place would be
A birthing-place of turmoil, triumph, beauty, blood
Madness and mad hope
Beginnings tied to unseeable endings
Gain and loss
Pride and shame.
The old world sent a great storm to these shores
That swept and scoured,
Shattered and rebuilt
That never stopped,
Roiling and seething,
Even to this very day.
There's a guy at work
He's such a freak
When he's in my
Vicinity
It's getting harder
and harder to
BREATHE
I mean
Something is definitely
wrong, no maybe(s)
When he's in my
Vacinity
It's getting harder
and harder to
BREATHE
Theres anger under
his cloths, seething
When he's in my
Vicinity
It's getting harder
and harder to
BREATHE
He undressed it
for me verbally
When he's in my
Vicinity
It's getting harder
and harder to
BREATHE
Somethings snapping
with his sanity
When he's in my
Vicinity
It's getting harder
and harder to
BREATHE
I think, soon
gone he'll be
It's getting easier
and easier to
BREATHE
A sigh of relief
If he stays
I will suffocate
When he is in my
Vicinity
It's getting harder
and harder to
BREATHE
Her silken web she spins fine
Dreaming on what she will dine
Her work done behind green leaf
Waits to bring his heart to grief
He looked at the shining thread
At inviting silver bed
Her smile soft, and sticky sweet
A taste of love making treat
Closer to her web he drew
His friends becoming far and few
Drawn to lies, he forgot truth
Her heart of hearts was uncouth
Behind leaf, her eyes beguile
Yet in her heart is bitter bile
Revenge on every single soul
For him who’d made her not whole
She waits with still bated breath
To catch and lead him to death
Her web of passion invites
He’s drawn to her sheer delights
Around his body she will spin
Gilded layers of her sin
Pleasure he has never tried
What his woman has denied
Secure now within her grip
Seductress role she lets slip
Shows her ugly seething face
Devours him: leaves no trace….
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Proverbs 6: 23 - 29
For this command is a lamp,
this teaching is a light,
and correction and instruction
are the way to life,
24 keeping you from your neighbor’s wife,
from the smooth talk of a wayward woman.
25 Do not lust in your heart after her beauty
or let her captivate you with her eyes.
26 For a prostitute can be had for a loaf of bread,
but another man’s wife preys on your very life.
27 Can a man scoop fire into his lap
without his clothes being burned?
28 Can a man walk on hot coals
without his feet being scorched?
29 So is he who sleeps with another man’s wife;
no one who touches her will go unpunished.
Thoughtful but seldom happy
Feigned by concerns and craving
Reigned by dishonor and shame
Ridden with regret and remorse
Seething with paucity and pain
Battered by unreturned hard work
Helplessness writ large
O poor! sorrow and slight
Are your destiny.
But, be straight and upright
You are not alone
Those calling themselves affluent
Confined in their ivory towers
Depressed, jealous and worried
Riddled with insecurity and mistrust
With chronic illnesses
Counting their days
Are million times unhappy