Sweet Mother Marrow flies
in through the pane,
With dust made of shadows
and liquid of bane.
She gives you a gown that is
woven from spite,
And slippers of glass that
pinch extra tight.
She smiles with a grin full of
needles and pins,
And laughs in the dark when
the nightmare begins.
Her magic wand splinters
and curdles the milk,
As she wraps up your
dreams in a shroud of black
silk.
So cover your ears when she
hums her sweet chime,
For this godmother loves to
run out of your time.
Your glance thrills deep to my marrow,
As if struck by love’s tingling arrow
these days as always
people speak of how they feel
sharing here and there—
ideas about themselves
woven in common voices
what people can do,
and the things they leave undone
all become mirrors—
reflecting on inner tides
currents of thought and feeling
emotions erupt
needs and fears behind the words
compelling actions
with desires in secret codes
hunger giving language breath
some fix attention
from well focused eyes—
when there's much at stake
other times they slip away
discarded when no harm done
we rank, we measure
the weight of each act or thought
probing its value
bestowing significance
to tear away tainted lies
at the root of all
needs, desires, and fears abide—
human hearts exposed
deep emotions pour outward
as feelings from the marrow
Her eyes are shining spheres, sculpted from the marrow of forgotten stars,
Each gaze a window into a universe that pulses in silence,
Charged with the intensity of solar flares dancing on the edge of the horizon,
Yet their warmth is a well-kept mystery, a burn that leaves no trace on the sky of the world,
But just a delicate touch on my soul, an unspoken secret of a silent love.
In the depths of those eyes, untold stories from extinguished times hide,
They flutter like an inner fire that warms my dreams on cold nights,
A secret call that whispers desires that cannot be spoken in words,
And yet, in that silence, I find the echo of an understanding that transcends the light,
A profound connection, like an unseen thread binding two souls beyond time.
On the dark sky of my heart, her eyes shine like beacons of hope,
They guide my steps through the dense fog of doubt, revealing a luminous path,
And in that light, I lose myself and find myself, a traveler of an eternal dream,
For in her eyes, the universe finds its form, and I find my peace,
A dance of lights and shadows, of desires and fulfillments, in a never-ending story.
Ideas
or wordcraft
There’s times
you must choose
The style
or substance
Which one
left askew
One choice
or the other
Becomes
zero-sum
Delivering
prescience
If words
—on the run
(The New Room: March, 2023)
Ceaseless painful twists and turns,
Dying marrow aches and burns;
Suffer tougher case of bones
Wasting credits in help phones,
Doctors handling of ailment,
Tablets, capsules of treatment,
Patients dumping ornaments,
Seeking Foreign Liniments,
Osteopathy from movements,
Guessing patient's improvements...
Trouble wilder than Fracture,
Lessened focus on structure;
Deeply bothered Osteopath
Orthopaedic walks soft path;
Body trusted to heal self
Making challenge hurt oneself.
Morning rays
Ebbing bays
Harlunger of
A fruitful phase
Butterfly flutters
To unidate a morning chatter
Unfurls its wing
A heel of rainbow
Sits on the cup
Share the nectar sip
A touch divine
Ensures you are fine
A flutter of joy
O! that
Blush on cheeks cay
A journey of love making
Initiates convulsions rainy
Shower of Love
O! that
Lasting Pieruen spurs
Snowy touch
Blissful so much
Love eternal
After tornadoes nocturnal.
My gardening proclivity was widely recognised,
A gift to which my friends would all attest ;
A nuance of distinction in the flavour and the size
Produced a crop a cut above the rest.
A sorry saga started though when carrots disappeared
Then lettuces were strewn across the ground.
And in the barren garden which was once my pride and joy,
No sign of vegetation could be found.
So when my monster marrow met the same disastrous fate,
I hid from sight to catch the brazen thief
And peeping through the aperture within my garden shed
I viewed the scene with utter disbelief!
My neighbour's rabbit sat there somewhat swollen now in size,
Such brash temerity left me aghast!
And then I heard its owner speak these words in gleeful voice:
'The village trophy shall be mine at last!'
23/11/18
Eight Word Challenge-9 Poetry Contest : sponsored by John Hamilton
....seeped in my marrow and flesh
Can't help thinking about
those days
When you seeped in
my marrow
Those lovely hurts even in
my flesh:
You innocently arrived with
lovely trends
feeding me with ease and
Elating junks
But like a wind you
Blew strange
As if drunk in pride
and Guts
Breaking off the wall your
love built.
Barging into my heart
and soul
stealing away love,care
and joy
Even all that could make
me hope.
You made me seem as
A fool
You took my love as
A food
You consumed all without
my consent
And sent my soul wandering
in jungles.
My heart can no
longer contain
The lust poured furiously
into it:
By those brutal eyes
and words
That pierced my soul
like sword
And made it like an
ocean bleed
The ocean is flowing
even still
Needs the cause to
mend it
I'm torn by you:
your acts.
Yet,i'll be sown by you:
true love.
17:23:12:22:58
Mystic marrow tells the time but an ashtray rarely ponders. Hard to receive constant delivery of smoked ash and waste. Wish not a coat filled to the brim with gym shoes then? Well that simply will not do. One must be attired appropriately for all weathers and all seasons and a car seat is mot a gymnasium nor a sports hall so never ever think that it is for something like a sponge could find out who would then inform the tea cloth who would then inform the rising moon and tides and so on and on and on and on and on. Like a gigantism of rotating square cooking devices with little beady eyes. Sealed sealant searching sails. And an archetypical archaic ant arriving with a broom and buttoned tunic plus a feathered hat sparkling. Wow. Walk a waltz then. Good. On bridges. Rope bridges only. Z Nebuchadnezzar Z at ten baboons cooking on camping stones to nineteen pig trotters typing on a screen. Z xxxxx and always wipe bottoms of pans with a dirty sock from the washing machine.
Mystic marrow tells the time but an ashtray rarely ponders. Hard to receive constant delivery of smoked ash and waste. Wish not a coat filled to the brim with gym shoes then? Well that simply will not do. One must be attired appropriately for all weathers and all seasons and a car seat is mot a gymnasium nor a sports hall so never ever think that it is for something like a sponge could find out who would then inform the tea cloth who would then inform the rising moon and tides and so on and on and on and on and on. Like a gigantism of rotating square cooking devices with little beady eyes. Sealed sealant searching sails. And an archetypical archaic ant arriving with a broom and buttoned tunic plus a feathered hat sparkling. Wow. Walk a waltz then. Good. On bridges. Rope bridges only. Z Nebuchadnezzar Z at ten baboons cooking on camping stones to nineteen pig trotters typing on a screen. Z xxxxx and always wipe bottoms of pans with a dirty sock from the washing machine.
Toad marrow
Look about the day is near,
the evil ones will interfere,
importing labor cheap,
visa, tainted lies,
30,000 needed special guys,
she snickers in her sleep..
Toad marrow she sits upon the heap,
cheaper labor cheep cheap cheep,
greed glitters in her eyes,
all workers are despised,
the evil one's don't weep,
desperation 4 no jobs appear,
shootings in the streets, oh dear,
death coming very near,
How many dead this week?
no future for the worker, sweet,
no house or car or life complete,
the cynics have gone *****,
rich are so insincere,
Anarchy will complete,
end society hit delete...
Don Johnson
Thus says the Lord [Eternal] God to these bones: See! I will bring spirit into you, that you may come to life. Ezekiel 37:5
When facing adversity
Struggling hard through life
We sometimes feel like
A heap of life less bones
So many responsibilities
Demands
Placed upon us
By career, Family and community way upon us
When we know
How we will
Find the energy and motivation
Eternal God promises help
As I grow in excitement
Expectation for a birth of a child
Wonder if have energy to properly
Care for the little one
Parents can likely
Identify these feelings
I pray when we feel tired
Lifeless and bodies are aching for sleep
We can call upon Eternal God’s grace
To breath potency, vigor
And spirit unto us
So we can care for the child
I have faith that Eternal God
Who can animate lifeless bones
Will do
Just that
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Love broken down to the finest points,
penetrated by infinite thoughts.
In the aiming distance of cupids bow and arrow.
Ascending with love on the back of a sparrow,
holding on to my sombrero,dropped in golden yarrow.
love settles in bone marrow,
we trample on golden yarrow
lovely we dance
bolero
bolero
bolero
"For What It's Worth"
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Orchids swarthy;
Hallowed Meadows --
tenderer Hollo --
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"Such it is
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discerning" --
"Agape'
Understanding,
one; for the-Other,
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