Left in a darkened room
Alone, but for them.
Thoughts; which more demanding
For your attention
Now crowd round. Long-robed sages.
With serious miens.
Debate life's meaning with you.
Its deep attraction.
Categories:
miens, sick,
Form: Rhyme
Oh, yes. A man of means.
Harsh, cold creature
Punctured smile
Selfish demon
Dark fills his genes
Oh, yes. A man of means.
Tongue like an asp
Punctured words
Words like a bee
Meaning that stings
Oh, yes. A man of means.
Hands like a hawk
Punctured grasp
Grasp of a kite
Contented, preens
Oh, yes. A man of means.
Sharp as a shark
Punctured veins
Veins running red
The worst of fiends.
Oh, yes. A man of means.
Force of a mamba
Punctured gasp
Gasping for air
Man of no miens.
Categories:
miens, bullying, dark, evil, hurt,
Form: Rhyme
Spherical - is the abode of mortals
that shares sky's skin
Rectangular - is the land
Brown in flesh
Beneath - is a black derm
Beneath again is another brown hide
Degluting bodies - sipping rain
Beneath again is the family of all - I can't tell
Different images - yet growing greens
Such is hu(e)man with colorful miens
Categories:
miens, 1st grade, humanity,
Form: Free verse
Searching somewhere beyond sight,
For miens and visages propelling into quotidian lives,
With smiles,blues and not so much to cry,
Swept away every scratch of soul,
This wave not seen, not felt, not known.
Sanatorium thronged disquiet,
Medics and Paramedics taxing
Efforts reclaiming lives,
Risking theirs in face of time
Pining on hope to seize it fine.
Sun dawns again with no reminder of light,
But to know somewhere someone would never rise,
In this gloomy game of toll rise.
This Banshee built invisible walls
In these ghost towns no one in and barely out,
But far reaching to the cruise stranded out
Haunting world all around.
Eyes of dilemma filled with fright
If it would be I or the sight of slaying mankind,
Diminutive demon crept in will go away with time,
Not about duration but loss left behind,
With things unfolding beyond sight.
Laughing at every mile
In the face of civilization,
Pandemic touching horizon,
Questioning era of human immortalization
Reminding so little is known and so much to learn,
Devising tactics not only for wars alone
Nevertheless for dormant rampant foes,
Though shaped like a crown but not the crown of our lives.
Categories:
miens, blue, care, community, environment,
Form: Free verse
Ce réveil
est lent
Ces instants qui se suivent sans décompte
Comme un levé de soleil distant
Il s'approche
Baigné dans une rose chaude
cette fleur ne pique pas
Non pas cette fois
"Ne la haïs pas".
Chaque inhalation mécanique
Une main qui guide le regarde effleuré
Les paupières s'ouvrent
Dans une noir paisible, dans le pénombre
Le regarde et les mains invisibles
ne sont plus les miens
Avec le souffle
Je me lève
--TRANSLATION--
This awakening
is slow
These uncountable instants filing one after the other
Like a distant sunrise
It approaches
bathed in a warm rose color
This flower does not prick
not this time
"don't hate her"
The mechanical inhale
a hand guiding the brushed gaze
Eyelids open
in the peaceful blackness, in the darkness
The gaze and the invisible hands
are no longer mine own
With a breath
I arise
Categories:
miens, allusion, french, i miss
Form: Free verse
( "Write the truest sentence you know." - F. Scott Fitzgerald )
Variant plurals suffering suffixation's whims;
fly-tomatoes and the valley boo-mouse,
when the sheep alumnus in a mother-in-law seed,
animosity-cat tiptoes in the church alchemy,
genetic forty-winks sing noun names; brag and blame.
Go to the spy picnic early, the heavy earth hides,
the shy long-cot swings over the screeching pond.
She wont let me say the words; I love her,
an ice-cream non-communist with a gypsy-grace and a smorgasbord-rub,
( I have tone-deaf toothpaste and my megawatt chow miens)
It’s enough to make you gang your hemihedral in a jolt-wagon.
Someone aught to have better sea-sense. Not me-
I’m palm-crucified. My bulls-eye is a hearse!
She might marry me to a multi-syllabic drainage or I might climb the scrupulous oak.
Categories:
miens, humor,
Form: Prose Poetry
We loved without regards to who did not want us together.
We disregarded their threats.
If I could have let go, I surely would have.
Now, I stand looking out the window in sadness.
Will the sun shine again?
It seems like I cannot come in out of the storm.
The rainfall is drowning my emotions.
My mind is with him in his tomb.
This is the saddest love.
Internal visages emerge, miens seen daily via her demeanor.
My life is a mess.
I have lost someone dear through no fault of my own.
I am left without anyone to depend on.
Lord, by your grace, I shall overcome the saddest love.
Depression is a lifelong malaise.
The visual inspiration given shows discontent.
Unhappiness she faces.
Her man’s life has be taken.
She is visiting him in his grave.
The saddest love has fasciae.
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Penned on MAY 13, 2014!
Categories:
miens, addiction, depression, devotion, metaphor,
Form: Verse
Do I reason that which you think
don’t change that miens on that
face
you have a soul, yet I don’t
blink
for am used as the insignia of
peace
the blue sky above, the eagles
shudders
from where I stand, the
heartbeat concealed
Palpitation_to think of the days
of looking over the shoulder
our independence, yours not
secured
for you love life that much, to
live cheerfully
flirting amid the hazes from the
weed family
the pride to live among
stars_fervidly
staring at the face of death
lustfully.
Categories:
miens, nature
Form: Ballad