I delight in your twaddle inside me, young girl.
Restore the golden-pink gleam with a swirl.
Memories of who've died or are close to dying.
Delve deep, according to inner-child supplying.
Taking apart each self that has been dark-dyed
Then, closely dig up the shimmering past's side.
Until we draw a kinder rainbow hue, we must wait.
Vacant space below crops and owned bogs is fate.
I witnessed my parents waiting at the school gate.
I spy my father wandering the area near the grate.
The stems of ivy felt alike wings around her neck.
I can view my mother eschewed quickly to the deck.
ignited by her tenderness and exuberance.
Hijinks start here, unlucky protuberance.
Her giggling sounds akin to the essence of life.
Her grin, which is always braw, stops any strife.
Written: May 1st 2023
Stalwarts of fondness will last for eons,
a humble candle flame that glows as neon.
If my love for you is at a searing depth,
dyes pierce the air as beams on breadth.
Only love can heal the molten, burning page,
a sublime, lofty yearning for wider rage.
It sparkles as a scorching protuberance,
to the point of tumultuous exuberance.
No one is a seer of another place or time.
could wish to have a body or face sublime.
My veins were swarming with warm blood.
Implications for the mind are still being thud.
And every night, swaying in hope from above,
as I am drowning in the heavenly flow of love.
Written: April 02, 2023
2nd place contest winner
I Only Live To Love You Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
In an ideal world, everyone would be real.
Our prejudices against others will vanish.
Often, we judge by face rather than genteel.
From the apex of your ear, it will banish.
How long can you hate yourself for flaws you hide?
You may dress as you wish, despite what others think.
Study the man's personality rather than his sight side.
Don't be afraid of your mood; love is a priceless wink.
Our curriculum should italicize inner growth.
Will your kid learn if you tutor him the same way?
Do you talk smack on people's attire and clothes?
Children learn idioms by following us every day.
In auspicious skimming over the clear sea.
the ferocious radiance of that exuberance.
Who of the offspring's souls is most guilty?
is vain, but gives life to the air of protuberance!
Written: January 10, 2023
Spring slips those neo-leaves on protuberance-limbs.
Youth is adorned with buds and flowering whims.
Poppies drench an infant’s eyes and awaken sleep.
Spiked trellis dreams sow garden-beard whims.
Blackbirds scatter like dandelion seeds in the wind.
How cleverly they remember your namesake whims.
First walking stick, unbridled from bark, boggled the mind.
Pet rocks, pop rocks and chia pets - purchased on whim.
The scent of lilac, honeysuckle and a thunderstorm,
Fresh dirt, the taste of mud pie, every childhood whim.
Butterflies flocking, shepherded by an animated sun.
Symmetry of wings, color wash flutters whimsically.
Now the visionary dives into a wide berth of gospel hymns.
Her desire’s to raise up the Springtime, praising at whim.
2/13/2022
Ah, twas only by a fluke conversation,
whence a speech pathologist
informed my parents about
the Lancaster Cleft Palate clinic,
where oral an examination
revealed minor birth defect
identified as a submucous cleft palate,
which explained the severe pinched twang
somewhat mitigated by wearing
a removable prosthetic
fashioned by Prosthodontist
Dr. Mohammad Mazaheri MSC, DDS
fastened with clasps to upper teeth
whereby a makeshift miniature
plastic protuberance closed the gap
so air would be prevented
passing thru my button nose
and thus gentle and soft as a shutterfly
shunted air out thee oral opening
though congenital defect disallowed
returning merchandise back to sender
nor could blame be affixed
at either father nor mother
who both harbored the genetic mutation
now such admissions
re: aforementioned impediment allows,
enables and provides boasting rights
if in a mood to temper
any curiosity or satisfying a rumor
whispered down the alley,
whence I said “ah”
left nagging nincompoops
as if pie hole filled with a gobstopper.
Look at that kindhearted gentleman:
The most mature he gets,
further "prominence",
protuberance
abdominal...
Less erudition, and
development
mental... !
Wish you to stay the same ? eat much and exercise less...
Exceeding , further and less love...
Eat even further and read each
time less, and less...
Most people in the morning are humorless
They're not ready to tackle the day with exuberance
I'm a different dude
Wake in a happy mood
Every single day wake up with a protuberance>center>
protuberance hot
the sting of summersault sun
beet red swarm of bees
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*summersault is an alternate spelling
Like a phoenix I revive
When cold frost tickles my toes
It's in December I thrive
As my cheer surely grows
Paint this gloomy city white
And sprinkle it with Christmas balls
And the carols sound just right
As I heed the needy's calls
We give life to a frigid world
A revival of hope for the worried
Unravel the lights for light to be unfurled
We bring solitude to the flurried
I find peace in a Christmas tree
A generation's love fills me with exuberance
So I sing and make jolly so very free
And my joy blossoms into protuberance
protuberance of web in conifer garden - spider hijacks my shoulder, piqued
6/27/2018
Nothing supersedes health maintenance;
Thus, the evolution of instinctive defiance --
Save for man and his brainy protuberance,
Which clouds the r-complex beneficence
With infinite, self-centered arrogance, meanwhile,
Nothing supersedes health maintenance.
Dino-birds navigate with magnetic reliance,
And sickness is fought without aid, in silence --
Save for man and his brainy protuberance.
Detached from colonies of microbial sentience,
Oblivious as we consume and covet experience,
Nothing supersedes health maintenance.
Where six-legged ancients toil with exuberance,
Even cub-killing toms can't escape consequence --
Save for man and his brainy protuberance.
While parasites devour with horrific preponderance,
Why must we mimic their cold appliance; knowing,
Nothing supersedes health maintenance --
Save for man and his brainy protuberance.
Your small, fleshy, red fruit, hidden neath
your flesh, and the protuberance of your
smooth pit entice me into submission..
And your flavor is the sweetest, juiciest,
tastiest fruit ever..
I am in retreat, for a music
of visitation,
playing with the words.
Mission failed,
the upheaval starts in the islands
of void, to find out
who was unglazed.
Folding the protuberance
in a pilfered fidelity, the shards
had no input in violence.
Mistrial. A half-mad moon
crashes on grass. The fireflies
resume the journey
to darkness.
The fangs were out
in green charm, in fierce silence
of the exhumed vault.
Satish Verma
You are not taken by me:
You are taken by the shadows and shapes there.
Sharp collarbones, acute angles when knees bend, shin to thigh:
Movement in the night, soft sighs, I am wisp-of-smoke, wisp-of-woman, neither living nor dead, your head
Cradled to my breasts, my eyes soft there.
I am your mother, your worship, your hellhound, your whore:
Everything to you, I am, but I am not me.
You see the curve below the protuberance of hip, the pink softness of these lips,
Strangled under weighted red hair:
“Who are you?”
The moon arches her slivered arrows from the quiver of night,
Impaled by the furious darkness you seduce a sea creature,
Claim my skin as amphetamine,
See one hundred faces of people from ancient cultures and places
And each one you see is them, is not me, and:
Why should it matter?
Do I embody primal identity?
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