Oxidized Poems | Examples

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Speed Gutter Bunny

Sexuality marooned jellybean pilfered spigot refugees vomit hazelnut in some static plain cloud cupboard.
A stifled hexed harvest, suffer the stagnant taffy contraception,
Oxidized gut-string lyre feeble mast crippled rod.
Shall you be parallel on the naked stem on the shrunken pagan altar?
Penguin whale jackal follicle carriage orgies
I have the cavernous trunk of thirst,
Permanently altered, famines, droughts.
Loosen your sticky grasp upon an evening so slutty bean Venus squaw chubby stone figurines 
languid horny speed gutter bunnies.
let down cord straps drop fiddles kneel whip cable ties.
Snickering geriatric hags cupcake outskirts of one
Platypus settlement

i ShnaPt'd

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       hern ol' soul
        wise eye'd
           pout'd

     mine oxidized
        wise eyne
          shout'd

        i ruuuun'd

            Clap
    ourn connect'd

           Shnap

Lady Liberty The Gift

appears a Roman goddess
halo affects adorn as spears on a diadem
Her torch enlightens the world
flames are gilded in 24K gold
reflecting the sun's rays, looming She is not  
for the floodlights illumine night’s darkest hours
the French had created Her
Americans built Her a concrete pillar
the old raised funds as the young saved their pennies
grounded granite pedestal protects from blue bolt strikes
disassembled in toto scattered and strewn She was
93m in height
neoclassic colossal copper sculpture
oxidized to muted green an outer patina
broken chains at Her feet breaking free from tyranny and servitude
typifies a democratic government                                                                  
She faces southeast welcoming all arrivals transversing the sea
France gifted Americans, brothers of liberty
against sepia skies, streaked layers, cream colored clouds 
a silhouette stands on Liberty Island

Gander through time

Luminous miscellaneous adorn my crown,
Frills and strawberries,
Thorny circlet dusted with a light layer of twinkle, 
As my eyes hysteric with confusion 
muse on this loss. 

I gather the lumps of loaf 
crossing the border of light 
toddling and traversing through the hues
of bent butter beauties 
drooping into the worn old stone
one foot forward of the other 
two stayed peering past
 
my grandfather built all this. 
silver lick of hair stuck to his brow 
that little rhythm in his hands 
trembling like the trickles of water 
heaved, trodden, beat and brandished 
by the river rover. 
oxidized poles decorated with patched quilts and marked clothes 
trodden through top soil 
of the hearth of the earth 

will i even sense this again? 
this burrowing thing inside of me 
borrowed from ages long past their prime
will i too become another fleck on the sun scorched sill ?

Epigram z

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     and about that
   “mine next think”

        you know
theze oxidized digit's
     flutter’n 'bout
       mine spillz
        machine

            Tap

A Graceless Sailor

Written: January 1st 2024
                 ____________________________________

Inverted into berth
back to the coast
braced by a breeze
with hurricane fury
we cluster in the crevices
stroll on shattered shards
return to the abyssal realm
at last able to sail free.

The fog is currently lifting
we're floating out to sea
utters crow cries on its perch
will assist us in steer
astride of a mermaid
out in turbulent seas
calling me constantly
once again at home.

Wood composes my limb
my body has aged
ages oxidized the skin
sailing by themselves
carry me, carry me
from water that freezes
return to my family
shielded from the ocean.

Lay down my body
cover me with satin
lost their zenith
with the azure, rolling sea
perform each step again
conjure me back to my bed
once again, at home
to at last find peace.

A Tea Story

In a glass or in a cup,
Many a people like to drink me up.
Rather I'm hot or cold,
My flavors and aromas never grow old.
I've come a long way from where I begun,
Let's take a look and see how I'm done.
I come from a tiny, little seed,
Acidic soil and plenty of rainfall is what I need.
It takes me about three years to grow,
Being a Camellia sinensis plant is all I know.
Me and the other leaves are plucked by hand,
And taken to the Tea Master on command.
We are inspected, sorted, and weighed,
Then onto the tea factory where I am made.
I can be dried, oxidized, fired and shaped, or withered and rolled,
The process of making me is centuries old.
So next time you sit down and enjoy a cup or glass of me,
You will know my story, and how I came to be.

Vigilante

Waiting at the window
In the upper floor red brick
Through glaze oxidized opaquely
With grime that has grown thick

From eary day she
 arrives at post
The arc begun at easternmost
She watches the light progress

At noon she dines a simple meal
that to her holds no real appeal
Around she moves it on her plate
And soon is quite the mess

Throughout her vigil ever she crept
This guardianess
Who seldom slept
Yet dreams of his return a dream to her heart she's kept

Murky Thick Haze

bluesy blurbs 
    of
brumal 
    blackness
      its 
  crawling 
clasps
   of 
silvery 
  gnawing
    below 
      shriveled 
            shades
       of 
       oxidized
    & 
      deep 
         haze
 immure
&
  wait

   awakening
     cold winter
         warm soul
&
         henceforth
     will hear
   pearly 
chants
    from  
      Birdie
        Green

with neon 
  embers 
     swirling
        fractals 
of
  gemmed 
      hues
 in 
 spirit
   for 
     soft 
        knock 
of 
   spring
           on 
    frozen 
shell
of 
withered 
     dreams

Written: January 15, 2023

3rd place contest winner

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.

Brian Strand Contest No 1170 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Playing With O This Morning

Oceanic octopus south of the border
Eight elongated tentacles in a ripe order
An organic obstacle to outrageous pirate queens.
Housing grizzly omnivores and oily other things.

Overwhelmingly ostentatious in the oceanic sea.
Oxymorons galore; floating in Earl Gray’s English tea.
Brown oxidized treasure chests gliding in the water.
Oriental spaceships spelling out watch out daughter.

Love Lost

My sacrifices aren’t enough I still can’t win, every victory is somehow a loss in the end, I gave my heart to keep my friend, but I still keep bending, how much longer till I break, I feel like there’s always something at stake, when will I get a break? Just a chance to rest, forget about all the rest, be myself, and not be put to the test. I gotta see it for what it is I guess, I’m just another body, one of many, my heart used to be worth a pretty penny, but no longer, it’s been soaked in pain, and now it’s just oxidized copper.

Obsession

Obsession

Obsession with "O's"

Oh, obsession’s obfuscating oligarchy
Oceans of oblivion
Outrage in ostentatious obsession
Overrun in hurricanes named obdurate and obstinate
Overtures of oxidized compulsive orchestration in
Obbligatos overflowing obituaries -
Overbearing octaves of the obsequious –
Orations of overt objections
Objectivity overpopulated by opportunistic obtuse –
Obsession outweighing optimist’s objectives –
Openness offspring overrun by
Ominous hunters of sweet oblations ordained
Oscillating between logic and obsession unchallenged
Orthodoxy obscures opportunity
Officially ostracizes open-mindedness –
Original the outsider - occupied the outlier -
Observes only obstructive operations
Obedience to the one-track offertory
Of overstocked outdated ordinances,
Offshoots of outmoded operatic ornaments
Odious opium overdose of the obscene
Onyx odors overpowering odes
Offered on the altar of originality - 
Obliterating oligarchy of obsession 

9-23-21 
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest:  “O” Contest

The Creepers Fourth Part

Her eyes are burning, fire is coming out of her face
flashing and roaring and become vas of power immense
her hair is flying high and her voice has become unruly 
high of her feet become frenetic to kill the snake, Ruthlessly.
As a wife she is gentle but never weak in strength in stature
today she is seeking her revenge after enduring severe torture.
The earth trembled with her roar and the power creates storm with thunder 
the supreme power has got up to destruction ; once tho, was so tender
she was almost dead when she was swaying in confusion
in the way to peace with her utmost sympathy and compassion.
In return, she gained the poison in his call
not only in soul and mind but attack in corporal.
Day by day her heart decays ; oxidized at instant
so, she is furious to kill the snake the cause that repent. (To be continued)

The Shaman

The Shaman

Corrosion in your soul has oxidized
to heal your poor soul you must be revised
confused and sadly addled with each thought
your deep sleep paranoia must be caught
attach your past of love and forlorn woe
you cuddled each one to go with the flow 
I wil contort your mind to overcome
where surprise is joy and sadness is numb
align to your path and join them as one
delete subconcious dreams of no avail
and stamp your God’s gift to you with my seal  
My signature is fraught to rend your fears
for all the ills you suffered oe’r the years 
to offer divination of your cares 

Ten Word Challenge 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
August 26, 2019

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