Perforated Poems | Examples

SILENCE

To live bound by “integrity”, where rectitude derides you? It’s starkly accustomed. I enrooted, enclosed by academics--the desolate nature of my sentience consuming my interior. Nether perfection defenestrates my subsequent--and I’m so damn tired. Extort my studies till blood seeps via my retinas, weave my pencil till the anathematic led ruptures; a mere standard in our education. Sacrifice my youth as to my future, conglomerate extracurriculars till my collapse, lay none betwixt within life and school; label it as a system. Shut up, shut up all of you! My exertion incapable of being compensated for—silence, silence, all of you! Toil seldom for me, subsequently bequeathing my labor… Discard my passion, coerce me to fill the perforated gaps in tuition—quiet, quiet, all of you! Refrain from protesting till your own encounter, and perpetually weep!

Shut up, all of you
My future prioritized
Discard my own youth

Mom Holds Another Opinion

He perforated her ideas with an axe
Alternative facts; alternative facts
She ignored his staunch idiocy
A union between them could never be

She was as open as he was closed and opposed
She exuded honesty, he usually looked stiff and posed
They will never get along, one of us said after another
Opposites sometimes do well, said our optimistic grandmother

Methane Gas

Life goes quickly growing up from the use of a commodore 65. 
Perforated print paper 
Really takes your energy.
Fold and Tear!
Fold and Tear!
Every so often the edges 
With the holes placed every millimeter amuse me for atleast five minutes.
Jump to ten years later as I sign up for my first email through AOL.
Still my main for sure contact or solid way for anyone to reach me, I stand firm in its support.
Life trickles down into o the earth’s core where warmth and safety from the information super highway can be found.
Wait, so what happens if polarity introverts?

Oh the earth shoots a bunny

Catharsis

a mystic poetess in her thought patterns
of iambic heartbeats, makes new rhythms
with a symphony...joy and pain in cadence. 

in her confetti of stars moonbeams cadence
caressing love in ivory and ebony patterns
perforated feelings careen melodic rhythms

in her sonnets, words entice in rhythms 
lovebird's lyrics drift in endless cadence
cratered lands embellish crystallic patterns

Catharsis traces passionate patterns of rhythms in cadence.

Teardrop

A doomed lifelessness sprung out of me
My body resided, candid eyed 
While my soul left, evaporated to escape 
In the form of a single tear shed.
Such dense, my eyes could not hold the weight
They dropped it to the floor
Falling to its fate in a graceless chase 
I could not see it reach its goal. 
I felt light, but with unattended vacancy
A gulf possible of collapsing; I looked down,
And there were pieces of myriad gold
Breaking off the teardrop,
Flecks of my croon, singing
They were fairies who rose up to me,
I saw in them a sense of misery--
My own staring back at me.
The fairies casted a spell of my unknown 
The magic perforated straight into me 
Something stirred-- deceit to emptiness 
Something that did not beg to break free 
Maybe a soul that was stable, in peace. 
I realised it was the answer to my plea, 
The weight laden drop was no more 
The single tear shed was a call for help 
It birthed fairies who availed to it.

Paper Doll

      
      Pressed on perforated lines by a lonely playmate 
      Affiance instant, folding fingers christen simulate 
      Phantasm button nose,  rosebud lips,  locks flaxen
      Escapist catalogues outfits alphabetically, all prim
      Repairs rapid, creases cease, orchestrated by him


      Dependable quotidian, fix fold away any faults
      Origami girl gives empathy, mouth without insult 
      Lilliputian with ripped ringlets, rested submissive
      Lets crafter cover stiff corners with sterile kisses






                    Thirtieth of April 
            Thoughts overpower actual

Pleasant Pharms

Come on down to Pleasant Pharms:
Apothecary quaint with charm.
Motto here is 'Do no harm'
Sometimes we sort of miss…

Grab some psychedelic fungus,
Mushroom that are quite humongous
On the trails right here among us,
And colors when you piss!

Don’t need any antidote, see
Mescaline’s here, and peyote.
Howl the moon like a coyote,
Then go chew off your arm.

Drop some acid; be discrete.
We’ll hide ‘em in a blotter sheet.
Perforated little squares, neat!
They say no long-term harm...

Come on down, don't be a stranger!
There’s no clear and present danger,
Just neural pathway re-arrangers
Down here at Pleasant Pharms.

Poetry Wives

waiters and presidents
bartenders and poetry-wives
this pitiful boring life
was self-appointed without
the gavel's gravel of 
broken words

the water's fire dozes 
off to become forgotten dust
of aurora borealis' gaze
the payment of perforated lies
cuts deeper than the blade's
edge of forty days and nights
as my poems begin to really hurt
i feel so bare so hard to cry
having known that unknowing is
like hating but loving my ex-wives
(who i fought for love before)
so waiters and presidents 
bartenders and poetry-wives
this pitiful boring life
was self-appointed without
the gavel's gravel of 
broken words

:: 01.10.2022 ::

Perky Pink Python Plays a Piccolo

Perky pink python plays a piccolo
Perforated opossum practicing as pro
Pretty prancing porcupine poke Pinocchio
Pronunciation phrases performed in pleasing prose.

Blinks

its not behind me till i turn
straining eyes at sides
was that movement or just the eyeballs turn
peripheral visions of perforated what could be's
was that my breaths end
i'm sure mine was shorter
that shadow space behind me
of shape yet invented
is that the scrape of nail
in the hollow of my neck
now natures noises
need explained
heart won't stop its speech
am i here
just beyond its reach

A Tragic Affiance

Absurdity walked this path of a whorish lane,
Dauntingly decked in a dark seductive  garb
Egregiously seeks the thrones by craftiness,  
Nebulous transverse for the wayfaring man. 
Illusions of a well worn thigh concealed with facial mascara.   
Killjoy bipolar nagging for control, demanding dominance by demonic antics,  
Eccentric public commodity makes it the brothels for quickie.   

Acrimony well taught from the market square by “Iyaloja”
Damaging defiance conscripting father to “garri Ijebu” and Fish 
Egomania derailed from home and deprived of morals, 
Sagged and perforated  lurid frame perfumed for a prey 
Offensive forlorn factious feigned facades 
Lacklustre and noxious mien  seduced the prey by lewd bait, 
Absurd Incentive the goal, merchandise of greed, A week of affiance.

At Trickling's End

As winter brings shortened light,
as famine delivers harvest blight
So does violence yield premature burial gain,
scarlet tears of Noah’s premonition rain
Crimson tidal force,
deluge of cursed, wolf bane rage
Crescent moon dreadfully presage
a permanent lunar retrograde

On the dark side of the bosom, 
sunspot thoughts flow terminally so, err bottomless
Feral feelings blindly comes from
malevolent eruptions,
igneous fears reflect opaque tears of hardened glass

Eclipse hearts 
cast an angry downpour — 
What does the ill-temper tempest send?
Underbelly hourglass
receives not 
another vex overturn at trickling’s end

Rejoice, rejoice
ye peaceful pilgrims 
of quantum hope certainty
The celestial sands of tranquility
will soon pour infinitely

As the last Revolution spins 
identical change,
the mammon thirst for power 
remains the same
Punctuated by perforated voices,
whose hateful noise
stains the grain 


1-30-21

The Loudest Noise of All

He asked me, “ Why are you afraid? 
Please tell me.”
I looked at him. 
Looking closely is also an art, skillful.
I am never good at that. 
I never was. 
But I always felt that I must.

Sisters have bonded lives. 
We had the same bonding, same heartache.
And I felt that looking closely is a bias when 
We are prejudiced, tilted in one way or the other.
Growing up is a pain that rules many hide-outs. 
But I always kept my faith. I was raised to keep my faith.

You are not a cause. 
You are not a consequence.  
But you are an utter truth
Living and ticking on, 
you are a loud noise, the loudest of all, 
which brings only a simile, just like the action of a rumor

Are you blind in your own black? 
Are you a denial of my perforated, wounded, empty life?

Reserata Carcerem Xxvii

patience is not an embargo;
eerie enmity oozing flows
gaunt gores, perforated pores pruned
fostering felon feasts - foiled fluid

neither is patience hoisted hay;
nocturnal nature chopping day,
smothered smithereens callous clips,
dark dribbles, moist mood, drizzles drip

patience is all but wanky wait;
taciturn haste fuming torn trait,
etched emotions lagging, joy foiled,
confetti of wishes - wit's spoil

patience's an ocean draped'n torrents,
amateurs savor waves' torments.
       '20:06:27:12:20

Note: of pored patience.
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Reserata Carcerem Xix

sometimes punctured passion's bruised blank:
bounty biddings could trace torn tracks
syllabic silhouettes sighing
dark dribbles - spelled sway of motive

fostered feelings foiling
porous pledges poring fractures
perforated pencil moaning
voluptuous sketches sans vying

masticated mind's tamed template
confetti of canvas cruise crave
gaunt geulgram eerie actions etched
moistened mosaic crumbling down crest

passion ain't plea for addiction:
It's a page you sketch choiced motion.
'20:06:12:10:33

Note: of pored passion.

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