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fixity or flux
in the
evasion of monotony
a linear turn
to integrity
in phrasal inflections
scanning language
in signature verse
internal sounds
made prominent with
divergent voices
random shapes
on the
theatre of the page
circumstance
leavened by
understanding
at points of departure
into floods
of the experimental
in a inherent
impulse
an antithesis
of the
ambivalent
dislocated
by emotion
distracted by
banalities
sesoned with tradition
a spontaneous
cycle of seasons
the heritage
of life blooms
a sentiment
of trees
in a rare
but natural voice
eternally alive
in an annual
renaissance
of precedents
where
caution passes by
style detours in disguise
shameless
in deceit
sly&aloof
prudence laid aside
a
transfigured folly
yet
volatile
& naive
an antecedent
of
a
genteel
future
Adored sister, dry the warm tears
flowing from these gleaming eyes:
let them dazzle more than jewels:
they are dedicated to all sweet mothers
who live for their sons, unlikely fathers
whose role is to teach them harsh lessons!
Dad was a shameless womanizer, he demanded
faithfulness from mother and discipline from us;
he rarely smiled and hugged us in needy times:
we looked to mom for sweetness, and being loved
by her, transformed our gloomy moody into smiles,
replacing what he never offered, never shared!
Rise this boy from Hell, let him taste a bit of Heaven;
he has cried and begged for affection not punishment:
all the deep scars are permanent signs of negligent
attitude towards a feeble teen with an iron-will holding on
to whatever last strength he shows to boldly own,
he rebels to this injustice while sister consoles his heart!
Boys build up their character passed on by their fathers,
should they lack confidence: all turns to nothingness;
strong fathers are the example of desirable masculinity,
and whatever they accomplish is reflected in their son's
personality: the stronger the impact, the better the legacy!
An adolescent's pain must be seen as the gravest animosity
carried inside, unable to escape from its horrid imprisonment:
who will free him from the desolation, the grief and the misery?
Can a sister, a mother smother it with a glance of comprehension?
A loveless childhood leads to coldness, to extreme confinement:
love your boy more than yourself, give him purpose and ambition!
rushing clear, wild, and free
I am a tumbling mountain stream
this perpetual motion I'm addicted to
from now on, I'm warning you
whatever I reach out to hold onto
I'll honor, I'll cherish, then slip hitherto
away to drift, to roam recklessly
after attempting, but, oh, so fecklessly
to stay, to settle, to build something ...
shameless... I so should be running
yeah, karma... it is your boyfriend, love
even if you were the prettiest dove
this energy past from life to life
in me, I fear, will always reside
why, leaf, are you lost in the wind
blown away and never seen again
it's the season, something you can't control
warm days too short and long nights too cold
to hang onto what gave you your precious life
I know.. you laugh... to think you'll ever die
leaf you've lived and never lived at all
your destiny always and ever is... to fall
dripping like a faucet down the drain
there is no struggle there is no pain
even for the life to which you've clung
on the ladder you're just a rung
for another wanderer soaring up
who'll evaporate into a stormy cloud
leaping from which, he'll cry out loud
because that clear, free, wild stream
is where he's always longed to be
His heavy make up on his face
Something that I have to praise
His sprinkled gold dress at night
Inspires me to find my own path of light.
They used to fear him when the sun turns to clown
His fierce look scares the whole crowd in town
People don’t know who he really is
He is a man wearing a classic red lips.
A colorful life in center of the stage
But he’s a lonely man locked in his cage
Behind of his shameless pretty looks
He gives me the best and positive outlook...
So I’m not ashamed to tell the world
I will spend my life with him till he gets old
Admire his courage to face all types of pain
I’m a proud son watching him shining.
Note: Whatever is his sexuality, it doesn't matter to me as long he's there for me
Some guys many skills have mastered,
I blush when I try to tell little lies
and shaking I reveal my fakeness;
quite a few girls have slapped me hard.
Cindy went on vacation heading South,
she warned me priming up her mouth,
" Don't mess around with my girlfriend,
don't touch her! " I kept quite and grinned.
I refused to listen and promise I wouldn't;
her look expressed a plausible doubt,
I was a playboy in search of a hideaway
and while she was gone, I could surely play.
And fun I had through those two weeks,
Chrissy, the girl with pink and yellow hair,
asked me for a date, I couldn't refuse her
we headed down to the nearest beach to kiss.
Other nights we went to the movies,
we stuffed our mouths with buttery popcorn
and laughed hard spilling our drinks;
cheating on Cindy never induced guilt or scorn.
The time came for me to be slapped hard in the head
for being such a naughty boy, a liar without guilt
who cheated with her best friend to start a conflict
and ready to face embarrassment, I seemed not afraid.
One July evening when Chrissy and I were kissing
on the velvety sofa, I heard crackling noises coming
from the kitchen, heavy footsteps started approaching...
" Who is that? I hollered while my fret was increasing.
" It's me, pretty boy! I am back! You will regret this a lot!"
her shrilling voice was a rumbling thunder incurring fright,
" We are watching, " Friends "! I made up a silly excuse,
" You kissed Chrissy! You promised me you wouldn't have cheated! "
" Blame her, she tempted me! " I couldn't resist her! " I exclaimed.
" Silly boy, enough of your games...you have much to lose! "
" Ah, shameless liar, get out my sight! " And dashing towards me
she slapped me in the head making me feel her hard blow, " Come Chrissy,
she's going crazy! If she thought I was untrustworthy, why did she
she go on vacation? To test me? " I condemned her action with asperity.
Written on 7/3/2016
i'd lifted myself from the tyranny
of war i'd triumphed over
the sorted mountain sparingly scattered
throughout a fascist abyss vaguely
i'd remember freedom a calmness
withered beneath my soft brown skin
bathe within the shameless
beam glowing from my wide brown eyes
i'd witnessed the trees weep
in the deep silence of the dawn
awakening too soon before
the morning dew rashin enough
moisture to cleanse the warm blood
from the coarse bark dripping solemnly
into the the sinking roots rising
wrapping clinging again to the stretched out
branches posing as arms of strength
continuing to embrace flesh and bones
of dark ripened nectar my heart pounding
the smell of damp breath angry hounds
gather near the bottom of the wood
amidst what is evil and what is good
The wind kept blowing and I don’t know why
The sun forever glowing – that, I can’t deny
The moon left for a while, for a little while
Just smile away sorrow's style and leave it in the pile
All you have to do is smile
And run that extra mile
The frozen, flowing snowflakes fell down
She collided into the embrace of pale white ice
The soundless slumber was upon the town
Somebody told me life has an aftermath price
An aftermath price…more or less…
Please tell me it’s gonna be a sunny day
It rings a billion bells that you’re gone today
Remember that It’s never too late to believe
Relieve the hopeless state of mine and don’t grieve
Smile away the grief you feel daily
Trial after trial, we embrace liberty
Save me from oblivion's captivity inside
Give me bravery to move on once more
Subside from my side and let zeal abide
Happiness lives in me now somehow
Like an adequate key to the front door
There’s more eternal encouragement in store
The frozen, flowing snowflakes fell down
She collided into the embrace of pale white ice
The soundless slumber was upon the town
Somebody told me life has an aftermath price
An aftermath price…how can we make progress?
Please tell me it’s gonna be a sunny day
It rings a billion bells that you’re gone today
Remember that It’s never too late to believe
Relieve the hopeless state of mine and don’t grieve
You have a few phone numbers to dial
Or you can stay here with me for a while
Let your dreams take flight
You’re gonna be alright tonight
Hold me up with all your might
Shameless sunshine is beyond sight
She collided into the embrace of pale white ice
Somebody told me life has an aftermath price
We are like bewildered, maze-worthy mice
Someone also told me to break the ice, the ice
And roll life's dice or I'll end up a living sacrifice
All you have to do is smile
And run that extra mile
I call shotgun for a while
Please tell me it’s gonna be a sweet, sunny day
Save me from oblivion's captivity inside, I pray
God is truly all-knowing
The wind kept blowing
The sun forever glowing
Maybe you have got to thinking
I probably should read more books,
but there’s just so much crap out there,
is anything really worth a look?
Is there anything worth my time,
something that will not disappoint,
something that strives to entertain,
not leave me feeling out-of-joint?
We all know there’s tons on lit fic
that is ‘too smart’ for things like plot,
liked only by some professors
who say ‘post-modern subtext’ alot.
With important sounding titles
like The Scarlett Lilac Dream,
where you muse for countless hours
in a bored bisexual teen.
They put a sticker on the front
claims it has won all the awards,
but you read it and realize
why some ancients fell on their swords!
And there’s lots of self-published stuff,
some of which can rather good,
but for every one you want to know
there are ten that you never should.
A lot of chaff to find the wheat,
who has the time to do all that?
Well I think you’ll be happy to find
I can relieve you of all that.
I call it THE BOYS OF THE BREACH,
the latest book that I have written,
there’s plenty of fun awaiting,
so take a moment to listen:
Two former military men
get a job in the multiverse,
protecting teams of scientists.
ensuring that they don’t get hurt.
They a face a wide array of foes,
of almost every shape of kind,
like intelligent dinosaurs
who are dead-set on genocide,
or a gruff, prehistoric bear
hunting our heroes for a meal,
or German doctors who love sex
but don’t allow themselves to feel,
or alien bugs who reproduce
through a form of body-horror,
or wild west madmen who think
new civil wars will bring them honor,
and transdimensional slavers,
what’s a multiverse without them?
It may be a dangerous job,
but these are dangerous men.
Again, it’s THE BOYS OF THE BREACH,
and it’s for sale on Amazon,
just one click gets you adventure,
scifi fun and action strong.
THE BOYS OF THE BREACH, now available on Amazon!
You never cease to amaze me with your powerful, awesome poetry
It fades away my depression and anxiety as my fretfulness and fears dissipate
You never please evilness and malice in your words of peaceful liberty
You throw shades at negativity and uplift with your positivity with your words of shameless love and no hate
Your state of mind is extremely, purely surreal and beautiful
You’re a poetess of plenty of wise words from high above
You never hesitate to shine bright, straight from your precious soul
You’re a progress marked with unconditional love
These teardrops are meant to fall, but all and all,
They fall away just like my disarray and dismay this shimmering May
The moment I saw your words, I stand oh so tall
Your unique forgiveness is a shimmering sea in my mind’s eye today
These torn-up teardrops were meant to fall
The moment my silly, foolish heart fell almost apart
But, sorrow from within faded away after all
You restored grace and hope to my verses from the start
I weep rivers of radiance, rolling around in the deep
The afternoons and nights spent with me, reading your lines of poetic passion
I cry away the tears of hopelessness that I do reap
The tunes of heaven’s heights couldn’t get higher the moments I witness your compassion
These teardrops were meant to fall, I’m meant to stand tall and all
And rise up like the sun-drenched sunrise minutes after dawn
You turned my grief into happiness and made me tread the hopeful hall
And I will climb mountains and roam forests to move on
You never fail to amaze me with your play with words so clever and sweet
You never make me feel disappointed and deceived by your poetry’s pensive, positively provident beat
This is my delightful dedication to your poems of peace that diminishes the chaotic dread
This is my inspirational, motivational words for you to be hopeful and happy for what lies ahead
Thank you for all you do by sharing your genuine, genius grace
It’s awe-inspiring, jubilant people like you that make this life’s race
Worth running for, worth keeping my steady, yet swift pace
I can’t help but adore this everlasting joy in my heart and it’s like a much-needed, family-fervent embrace!
- this poem is dedicated to my awesome poetess friend on Facebook, Lora Lee, who writes wondrous words in poetic form. I wrote this poem at work today.
I see that you started following me
Did you click the gold star on a whim
Are you now sitting back, trying to relax
Waiting for it all to begin
Did you come here looking for answers
Or simply to be entertained
Should I now bring in the flamingo dancers
Arriving daily on the boogie train
Are you here to share in some laughs
Or looking for a shoulder to cry
Maybe you felt a pull to follow this fool
And you have no idea of why
Did you read the fine print..."If you follow me"
To closely it might drive you insane
I have dozens of lawyers waiting in the wings
That can expertly shift all the blame
So whether I hang out with the head of Johnny Depp+
Or start belly button lint dust fires+
Even digging up the body of Elvis +
All would be true if it wasn't a lie
Just remember that whatever happens
When I open the door to my soul
And give a slight peak, inside to see
It's not like you haven't been warned
+Shameless plugs on some of my odder poems