Terraform, revolve thee thrice.
Shape the world and go.
Poisoner, bail with thy splice.
Carrion, my crow.
Doubtless, O derision.
The end will come with mirth.
Ingrate! Indecision!
Exactly what we're worth!
Choose a path, eagle, and fly.
Straight if you can plan.
Death god, do ye rule the sky?
Belladonna, ban.
Coyote, thy trickery.
Fancy-free, south sea.
Benefits are pure mercy?
Get on them and be.
Holy savior, thy best line.
Anytime, sunshine.
Ocean water, blind is brine?
Boiled to their refine.
Crocus flower, love. Above?
Push, next door to shove?
Carapace, O turtledove?
Well, it's best thereof.
Singular? Murmur, occur?
Frankincense, thy myrrh.
Reality, pass in blur?
O ogre, thy fur!
Conifer, cathedral. Floor?
O downpour, thy roar.
Chosen people, at the door?
Lettuce, have some more...
Not the great compass winds, but the lesser,
the local winds, the mapmakers.
Odysseus once bagged them, but they escaped.
Anemoi, like the wind that de-horns goats,
or the Moorish, Melteme,
the ill-tempered one. Simoom, the poisoner
who fills throats with its tainted garments,
or Rashabbar the black wind
whose nocturnal wings blind all men.
Named, visible winds that chisel our faces,
as if we were cliffs at the edge of the world.
The Squamish, the Elephanta, the Williwaw,
time-swirling thieves. They steal the young,
the babes in their cribs and when we look for them,
a swish of a hem or a hurricane are the same.
The children return, a sculpted dervish
spiralling within them.
Tebbard, the fever wind, wanders through our bones,
a sultry doctor adding fuel to the heat
until a storm breaks, then as driftwood we are salvaged.
The Fever-bringer itself dies,
dry now as mottled kelp on carrion shores.
Winds that gnaw themselves into Chinooks and Mistral,
winds that shape and follow us
to the rim of the sky, where those celestial dragons,
North, East, South and West winds
dream fitfully of once being human.
O gossamer, thy needles.
They shine like suns at play.
Bands of fate in full? She pulls!
Faster grow, O hay!
Erosion, art thou harbinger?
Kingdom gone? Returned?
Battlefield, thy prey! O cur!
How my heart has burned!
Tremendous time, thy measure.
Each minute to work out.
Poisoner, thy pleasure!
Dismay, decay, doubt!
Fine flickering in free fall?
Plight of a far-flung hope?
Funeral, thy darkest pall!
Invincible rope!
Creek trickling down the cliff?
Cold the water gets.
Faster, peasant! Pole that skiff!
He who shirks regrets!
Thistle in an empty field?
Spartan on the shield.
Wound in side that never healed.
Heart-blood a-congealed.
O xylophone, thy plaintive note.
Balloons love to float.
O ye travelers, pack thy tote!
Red the riddle rote...
I have to say I've been here before
My life has changed but not these shores
Of this salty ocean sea I still drink
I thought I'd escaped it so long ago
When I caressed the ball which skims it low
Yet even then, I knew someday I'd sink
I found so much in its blinding light!
An old man knelt down and attempted to write--
But their deaf ears could not withstand
The Supernova!
Since then my years have ran so fast
But memories still stain my mast
And on these desolate waves, I still stand
And since then I have fallen in love
I've spoken to priests and our God above
Yet here I still lie on quick sand
I've felt these waves fall-- Burn and crash!
The salt stains my hair! And it burns to ash!
As waves burst in the sea I can feel
A Supernova!
Well, maybe one day I'll be free of this place
Across these horrible shores I will finally embrace
This poisoner who I know as me
I may touch the stars-- But I never burn!
So to truly touch I long and yearn!
To truly forget about this sea
To cleanse in water of somewhere else!
The golden sprays that will fill and melt!
This heart of stone and emit
A Supernova!
Poison was always the silent killer.
Kings and emperors fell prey to it easily.
The favorite poisoner of the Roman Emperor Nero,
this woman ended many lives with her deadly poisons.
FUKIING BIITCH,this woman’s story is a true deadly drama.
Widely considered as one of the earliest documented serial killers,
She was certainly a deadly dame.
Note.chemical drink silent killer...
Anemoi, the wind that de-horns goats.
Moorish Melteme, the ill-tempered one.
Simoom, the lung poisoner.
Rashabbar the black swirling.
The Squamish, the Elephanta, the Williwaw,
thieves that steal babes in their cribs.
Tebbard, the fever wind, it wanders through our bones;
the sultry doctor who adds heat to chills
until, like driftwood, we are salvaged.
Chinooks and the Mistral they follow travelers
to the edge of a world,
where the great four Celestial Dragons,
North, East, South and West,
roar like thunder in our sleep
until we dream fitfully of being human.
Shocked tree says “ Can I drink one more?”
This bar has only you and me
That “Lost Generation” says
In the news, about flowers are so beautiful
Need to cough little
Smoke to feel a dull pain in lung, poem is lung cancer
The hospital with Coma disease has moss
Every culture have sex and art
Rain of poisoner to feel at that away
In the book “ Universe Follow The Fish” saw
Each part of consciousness are ponderous
Woman crawl climb on my face , she recites my poem
Cry of baby disappear in the river
Baby feels the disease don’t fear otter
False tired on the forearm of demon
Sun is scaring the light
Thwelt Di Nwe
Lost Generation-Vergina Woolf
Universe Follow The Fish- Shwe Poe Eain
Six-Word Couplet Series
Lie spy
Innocent victim dies
Novichock poisoner lies
No deal Brexit
Has Theresa May
Had her day?
Donald Trump
He’s a deadbeat -
Read daily tweet!
Is he really the President
Donald is reckless
Ruthless and feckless
Pure indulgence
I devour candy
Whilst drinking brandy
Burning from both ends
Oops, I forgot
chillies are hot!
Vasectomy Clinic Appointment
Undoes his zip –
Time for snip!
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9/22/18
red kite circles
and gazes earthwards -
skilled hunter
shadow gazes skywards
and places poisoned corpse -
coward
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