Layla, Lilly and Lollypop lollygagged through life
Making musical merry mischief for Mr. Farmer’s wife
Nestling near nasty Nicholas’ notoriously sharp needy knife
Optimizing oscillating orneriness’, forging a fit of fife
Practically perforating Polly’s pretty pastel pail
Quizzically questioning queenly Quarks quarreling quail
Responding with respect and responsibility, rendering road rail
Seductively seeding a sassy stormy sandy seductive sail
Trying to travel to Tripoli, to tie a terrible tiger’s tail
Shall I reside in shadows of past years
like a silhouette where light appears dimmed
as life’s entangled path cuts deep like spears
of perforating thorns overly brimmed?
Shall I guard the fragility of heart
and retreat stumbling with blindfolded sight
unless black shrouds unveils colourful art
of silky roses grown in shades of light?
Shall I remain dwelling and not then seek
life that awaits a brave travellers feet —
yet, would not a fervent heart grow so meek
with a dying rhythm of its own beat?
Amidst faith, scars from life’s thorns slowly heals
upon a path where inner self reveals.
There it is again,
stretching, a wide toothy grin.
Parallel to an Odynophile,
forcing that heartless smile.
With knowledge it causes,
agony unseen, pain it obliges.
Each encounter sustained,
a knife wedged, an inch gained.
Perforating into the marrow,
stinging, dripping, each cut shallow.
Fragmenting the warmth within,
displayed upon a pedestal to spin.
Out of control, no finger to grip,
no longer centered, it slips.
Apathy takes it's place,
Similar reflections now etched upon a face.
Let me have this explosive release!
Destroy decorated paper;
Soft edges harsh emotions
perforating each line;
Art of poetry,
complex colors
together
they blend
words.
Somewhere in the wilderness,
Among the barren deserts,
And under the swarthy clouds
Lie the dilapidated destination
Of a poor homeless rebel,
Victimized unmercifully to fall
Like a drop of rain waited long!
There is a burning sand,
Perforating his bootless heels
With each prick eat up and engulf
The rest of blood from his dry veins
And does challenge his undanted will
Not to subdue and fall in subjugation
Before the sway of mighty domination.
He stays unabated in his determination,
With every sigh sobbed and blubbered,
Every sweat evaporated from his flesh
And every voice raised like Rustum's war cry
That shall crumble down powerfull states
And teaches the lessons of sufference to the foe.
dark dearth dribbled
crunching cloned cripples:
hoisted hay forlorn
perforating pulpy pawn
punctured pills pored
gaunt gifts gored
nocturnal nature tamed
leering lanky lame
kaleidoscopic chaos craved
meagre missiles moaned
munching mufti robe
rusty rhythm poked
yearning yucks yelled
fuming felon flesh.
'20:05:04:20:07
Note: Of numbed nature.
punctured passion plucked
gaunt confetti crunched
perforating porous pulps
oozing glitches gulped
cozy contractions cupped
lanky liquid's lust
eerie efforts etched
pompous platter's crest
sucking salient stress
gullible groom grooved
hoisted passion puked
bride trust bruised
meagre honeymoon mocked
sassy strife stocked.
'20:05:03:09:43
Note: Of pulpy picture.
wet wits worn
perforating pulpy pawn
pestered passion puked
cremating clipped cruise
hoisted hankering drooled
felon fate bruised
meagre metamorphoses moaned
spurring sassy sow
gullible gifts grown
dark diminuendo birthed
dribbling crescendos fitted
rusty rhythm rusticated
felon ambiguity flown
by blitzkrieg blown.
'20:04:17:19:26
Note: Of airy ambiguity.
wielded wits whooshed
perforating pouting pool
yearning yields pruned
vying voluptuous clues
dark drips dribbled
callous crest crippled
hoisted hanker healed
sumptuous syllables seeped'n
crumbling curvy creed
mystic melody moaned
cupped crescendos' clone
haughty rhythm robed
porous pasts punctured
meagre memories measured.
'20:03:28:11:33
Note: Dedicated to Jedidiah, King Solomon.
pulpy passion puked
perforating punctured view
dark dances dripped
hoisted crippled hankerings
sassy seals spent
salient sieves etched
wanky wits wept
damping callous crest
beauty politics belched
dark diminuendo drooled
nocturnal nauseated clue
saucy syllables stool
felon fate's fostered
vying voluptuous triggers.
'20:03:20:13:22
Note: Dedicated to Aristotle.
smirks drip dances
seeped'n rustic rhythm
birthing moaning melody
spanked by surges
airy ambiguity fostered
callous concerto register
punctured piano pulses
riveting reeling rises
squashing sassy capillaries
then haughty halt
diminuendo digs gore
perforating pulpy pores
hoisted hankering fart:
callous emotions' cart.
'20:02:22:11:22
At least for a few hours
An empty corner bends
beneath street lights working overtime
and a bench, cold and lonely,
damp from previous storms
and those threatening,
closing dark curtains
on a weary skyline,
beckons, offering a seat,
hard slats horizontal
last occupied by another
with hopes and dreams
left to wander, wondering why
A black cat crosses my path
and I laugh at its expression
Knowing it believes bad luck
will come of this, little does it know,
I have no path for it to cross,
no destination or planned outcome
Pushing the crosswalk button
again and again
and still it reads don’t walk,
I do as I am told
I feel drowsy as I settle in,
counting cars and flickers of
the faulty neon sign
at the 24 hour tattoo parlor
Where needles aren’t the only thing
spurting ink, perforating skin,
creating a lasting impression
that even a beautiful sunrise
can’t erase as I fall off to a world
that doesn’t seem so bad,
at least for a few hours,
hoping that when I wake
it wakes with me
When I'm pining for the power to yield
Breaking all the branches I seize
Acres for the taking in a forest of mistakes
I can't see for the trees
I level
With the shallow playing field
Dreaming up a blueprint to floor you
Delicately drafting
Inconspicuously crafting
The grand facade before you
Where my art lies
The best is underwhelming
When it comes to helping
How I promised I woul...
So I'm peeking past the pitch of my prime
Modeling the modern stage
Perforating patience with a paradox
In place of where the sophist meets the sage
I level
With the hallowed bottom line
Hopeful like the point of a nail
Architecture fractures
In apocalyptic rapture
Where false frameworks prevail
There my heart lies
The beat is overwhelming
When it comes to helping
How I swore I could
I guess I'm knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
Excess
Will not lead to progress
Will not let me access
What I learned I should
Rid me of
Termites
Crawling into airtight
Trademarks of my disguise
Make me decide I'm good
When I'm just knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
© Michal Czechak 2016
not listening to the lament of
the sea
searching for the infinite depth of
the misty blue eyes
golden strands dancing
on the whitish wind
we stretched
under the happy sky
white sand turning grey
what day is it?
on the edge of words
where silence disappears
pounding black piano keys
palpating the notes of the heart
perforating the window to the soul
she says
it is good Friday
my eyes were blind
then
pierced by the unseen thorns
of the night
violent fires of passion
erupts
in every conceivable
atom
we kissed, good night
like cold fishes
A cry. A wail…of despair....
Piercing …perforating the winter air….
And then a painful silence followed...
Putting the peace of my sleepy mind to an end…
Search for a reason in nothingness of life had begun…
Was it for betrayal, grief, pain or was it to mourn….
The night grew like the creepers in the rain…
All my efforts to sleep was in vain…
Solitary woman in black attire …
Haunted through the night entire…
A strange mystery that prevailed…
Through a unpredictable sea i sailed…
All that begun has an end…
At last it was the crack of the dawn…
Sleep oh sleep the trance of sleep…
Blessed were my sleepless eyes…
Yesterday’s sorrows shall end tomorrow…
With the thought i mellowed…
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