Cuffing Season
Frightful scenes of cabin fever
during the lonely cold winter
gives reason for cuffing season
and placation for the freeze in.
The physical shivers over
frightful scenes of cabin fever
stuck indoors without companion
for comfort and intervention.
The ominous clime messenger
signals the psychic to weather
frightful scenes of cabin fever
and seek a mutual partner.
With sharing hearts of utmost zest
throughout the chilly love-in fest
and laugh away dreaded winter’s
frightful scenes of cabin fever.
Categories:
placation, angst, emotions, sweet love,
Form: Quatern
What is a virus,
But a mutation of cells?
Yes, it's true, some are shiny,
Some have bells.
Whistles too,
Like me and you,
Doing, consistently, the opposite
Of what we should do.
Blowing the horn,
Banging the gong,
One we should have, could have,
Sounded for so long and,
Though, now, it just seems wrong.
Are we strong or, at least, stronger
When our words instill fear?
A thirst for elevated destruction and decay each year
Is social media the only outlet you hear?
We, us, collectively are in charge
Not they or them.
While they play or pretend to defend,
Every day we live,
Every day we try.
For what,
To become animals,
The moment they tell us we're all going to die?
COVID19 or Coronavirus,
To be precise,
Might actually bring on our early demise.
Yet, the cause won't be the sickness,
Or the general deterioration.....
But the simple fact
That we thrive on ignorance,
Lack of perspective and,
Placation.
Categories:
placation, america, analogy, corruption, death,
Form: Free verse
P.S.: Take Note
We are met again
at the crossroads of delusions
reminiscing failed choices
and broken promises;
here we stand once again
in the vanity of illusions
reflecting tainted truths
and old compromises.
Here they come again
dancing in our faces;
streaming confetti,
blinding revelations of lies,
pretending there’s no more parting
the river of races;
yet our children continue to be
swatted down like flies.
Many lessons have been taught—
few have been learned;
the new day that dawned
was a mere placation
to stall the drive and determination
of freedom yearned.
Little was it realized
that this was—is the same old nation.
Once again they’re at it—
making us the butt
of their everlasting joke;
stop, think—take a good look:
alls claiming
they’ve pocketed our vote!
P.S.: Take note!
Categories:
placation, allegory, analogy, conflict, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
Drugs like anger and toxin like pills
Flashing from the side of the ditch.
Holding out the rain, trying so hard
to rot whatever it touches.
Curses to the sun
that drying *****,
flooding the world with her harsh light.
Waking all the thinking neurons.
Firing together, they hold the promise of death.
Drugs like anger and toxin like pills
Fast drain the clear expectancies of family,
borrowed sanity with debts to pay
forming alliances, with reverence for some,
placation for none.
Cairns long erected will go down for sure
tumble or crumble
the directions are set, no fanatic speeches will stop the flow
of the rotting water
It will saturate the sills on all the windows.
Drugs like anger and toxin like pills
Pity the sap still runs.
The corn yet grows;
where death counts twice
and admires your consumption.
Categories:
placation, depression, recovery from, drug,
Form: I do not know?
I don’t wanna rhyme these words
Or strum these chords
Then lead the chorus and the verse.
And I don’t wanna make amends,
Or save these friends
Who left me when I needed them.
I can just hear your voice,
A siren on a hearse,
Letting death ricochet off the ones who hurt most.
I can’t just play along
And right these wrongs
Then plead with placation when the sparks gone.
I can’t answer your calls,
In the dark of my car,
When I’m parked by your house with the lights all turned off.
Feed my obsession.
Fill me up till I’m miserable.
Feed me.
Categories:
placation, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion, me,
Form: Rhyme
Thinking back now my dreams are eerily reminiscent
Of every mistake I made in my decent.
Of every joke and priceless muse,
Every smile that she gave me, as her mind I perused.
I hate summer, it never gave me hope or want,
‘Till she came in, giving me memories that still haunt.
The sight was so familiar, an air of innate grace,
The mix of unrefined Circean beauty, painted so perfectly on her face.
Oh, Wanton lust, adoration unbound,
Betraying my every move, I could never gain ground.
It happened, we happened, the unceasing desire was filled,
But with a single mistaken word of betrayal, my fate was sealed.
Still I wish for it, to take back that un-kept promise,
To return to her, what she readily gave to me, a glimpse of solace.
What takes years of readiness, sometimes a lifetime to find,
I had for just one moment and then left it behind.
This reoccurring dream keeps telling me that I shall never find,
Not one moment of hearts peace, no more placation of mind.
Brokenness
Contest Judged: 10/24/2012 12:00:00 AM
~~2nd place~~
Categories:
placation, allegory, black african american,
Form: Free verse
~ (~) But One Sheen (~) ~
Beyond one-window, pane;
thus-striving for;
barter-welcoming... the-barrier,
placation;
the jest so-defines-this... yes... !
Gentle songs fill the day...
as-they...
lye-beyond;
but-one sheen...
only;
of division-yes... !
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=syE8urF1mFc&feature=related
Categories:
placation, inspirational
Form: Prose Poetry
Warped in perfect symmetry
Ancestral imagery
frayed around the edges
revoke the privileges
of past remembrance.
A tapestry, a cosmic dance
of ideas woven, history acquired
kiln fired
and hand-stitched into the fate
that our lives illuminate
in technicolored illusions
and delusions
of in-consequence,
living in a pretense
of indifference.
Sun awakens
transmutations
of light
and this, is our birthright.
Spirit made into form
flowing through earth
we count our worth
by accumulations
while individual creations
hold no master-peace.
Jason’s fleece
was dearly won,
Argonautic ship of fools
in unison
sang a requiem of placation
to a God that tests the creation
of all sons and daughters
with the fires and waters
of understanding.
Prayer flags
wave in the cosmic winds
as the dance of the seven veils begins
to unravel.
We travel
inner directions
where history spirals galaxies through
merging time and space, me and you
“We all live on a thread of time”
Playing out a pantomime
of the ongoing conversation
that weaves the tapestry of creation.
Categories:
placation, imagination, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form: I do not know?