succulent orange
sectioned ready for sharing ~
not a soul in sight
Submitted on May 24, 2025 to contest A FRUITY HAIKU sponsored by TANIA KITCHIN - RANKED 3RD
connection
A longing, my dear stranger
expression
Put it all back together
I know it fits
We fit
Spiral dynamics
The mountain and
Its wet reflection
Reflected back to heaven
Upward, onward
Connection!
You're in my visceral section
I'm in your sacral area
With one heart between the both of us
Severed up and down
Sectioned side to side
Earth and Heaven
Male and Female
How long we bore this cross
This vivisection
Restore! Make whole!
Connection!
Pouring myself into you
Is exactly what i needed
Today
Tonight, i receive you
Interpenetration
Not up for interpretation
Coronal crown
life, so virile
with this eye
I see
we've overcome
Tomorrow, as though it were yesterday
The sacred serpent
Like a trumpet
To our lips
Writhed himself into us at the tip
And received our fluid chemistry
Producing musical harmony
what have we become?
when mastubation's lost its fun, my sweetest friend
connect
Connect
CONNECT!
HOLY
Holy
holy
Past, present, future
A single tapestry
Woven of a single fibre
Our very being
connection
Sectioned into different compartments,
I'm buoyed,
I stay afloat in the raging sea,
Time has taught me this lesson,
Experience has shown me this path,
The sages have given me this key,
As I sojourn through life's mystery lane,
As dawn chauffeurs me through
the shadows of time,
My heart is not fragmented by the clime,
Every trouble for its compartment,
Every cloud for its drawer,
Every gloom for its chamber,
Sleep is not a wish escape,
I'm not shielded from the smiling sun.
August 4, 2023.
I remember being eight years old,
Crying over the most valuable person in my life being ripped away.
I Remember being eleven years old,
Screaming ' you' at your grave,
Filled with anger and despair,
Wanting to visit you in the devil's lair.
I remember being thirteen years old,
Suicidal thoughts consumed my mind,
I wanted to be with you,
Because life was not fair.
I remember being fifteen years old,
My first serious suicide attempt,
Wanting to visit you,
Even if it was in the devil's lair.
I remember being seventeen years old,
Being sectioned in hospital,
For your death left a hole in my heart,
For I remember.
I entered the ward in clerical attire,
my presence setting a young patient on fire
with fury. “You preachers who teach us about
forgiveness from God,” as she started to shout.
“My step-dad tells me he's been born again,
freed through the mercy of Jesus. That was when
he'd confessed at his church just what he had done
to me. The pastor told him that he had won
forgiveness from Jesus and now he was free.
Well just how do you think that feels like for me?
I've not forgiven him, so bugger your God.
No freedom for me from that dirty old sod.”
She collapsed in sobs.
Could medication save her,
having been sectioned here for her behaviour.
Others looked at me as she continued to weep.
How would I respond when mercy seemed cheap?
He might have felt ashamed at being caught out
but the freedom he had found was worthless without
forgiveness from her.
I could only listen
in sorrow and absorb without condition
the hurt. On God's behalf I said, “I'm sorry.”
The pain, the hurt continues in Christ's body.
In the City of Galactic Beings of light, there is no disease no feast or famine
floodlight beings from another dimension take our best interest at heart
They own Divine connection to each and every one of us
as they pour out light, truth and inspiration they help us to
stay connected to each other...
They lead us to inspired thought and action, 22 intergalactic races
living in communion as one under one big beautiful, pulsing sun
The battle has been won already, we just need to open our eyes and see
that the destruction of humanity is on a set course for a re-awakening
we will all soon move like luminous vapors into the nimbus light of God
some of us limping, some of us whole, some of us sectioned off
but we will All be loved under the big red umbrella of UNCONDITONAL LOVE
The Poem Is Dedicated To My Friend Dianne
Without Her Love And Understanding, I would not have understood
the grandeur side of this wonderful act of selfless love...
Have you heard
a carrot scream,
when dragged outta earth?
Or the yell of green beans
peeled alive
severed cross-wise, sectioned?
Or the curdling
yell of purple potatoes
plonked alive in
boiling water?
Or the plaintive cry of yellow corn
cobs stripped-searched, naked.
All to be less-wasteful,
and draw humanely,
and guilt-free,
in noise-cancelling
headphones.
giant worm infestation in my mind tonight
climbing up, simultaneously climbing down
engineering side rivaling artistic relief
bubbly puffy grayscale creatures
sectioned in rounded compartments
their fat butts showing, striped and round
climbing up and climbing down
In two’s and three’s they make the fabricated climb
lizard-like, but no, more rounded, more like worms with tails
drawn by Escher fine, his artistry so precise, it sails….
Rounded doorways in grayscale walls, lead to nowhere fast.
None of these creatures elongated or tall, their fate is clearly cast.
They’ll parade around in my mind tonight when I should sleep.
M.C. Escher, your mind was clearly out of sight; your legacy so deep.
Climbing up, climbing down.
I will dream of these worms around and round.
A QUESTION OF fruit-What do bananas do, when they un peel their skins?
they await being eaten by hungry humans...
What do grapes do, when they are all dried up...
and blue and purple act like Dracula...
they dry up risen?
What do oranges do when they're unpeeled and quartered?
they're separated sectioned off and placed one at a time in a mouth...
YUM!!
that's what fruits do when they are being eaten and chewed.
All the President's memes;
Rose up into an army of stems;
They grew bold legs to carry them,
Towards the good fight.
Though cavalier and sensing right;
They lacked a head to give foresight;
They strayed into a chasmed height,
And tumbled in.
They spiralled, spinning through an age;
Passed darkened chambers, retrograde;
And filled with colored animades,
In sectioned aisles.
Here gall-eyed figures mocked their fall;
With cackles, boos and whistled calls;
Rejoiced the epic fall unfold,
Before their eyes.
A voice boomed out as stems rained down;
And pacified the baying crowd;
This mighty scribed the building mound,
With an epitaph.
"That you did dare to set back time,
To turn around and redefine,
What Nature has herself refined,
This is your path.
And what you'll meet at bottom's end,
Will be a sad reflection friend,
Of empires built, destroyed again,
And gone from sight"
it’s scary to bloom in front of the world. Put me in a pot sectioned off from all the ‘isms’. I can’t wait to tiptoe into my beauty. Every aspirations accommodating sadness. Teaching sadness to smile.
It was Mona’s lucky day.
She found a four-leaf clover.
Faeries rarely do, for they are not supposed to look for them.
It is in the faerie code, but she accidentally looked up
and there was a beautiful green one under a mushroom.
She left it undisturbed, of course.
Her usual lunar moth had sent a replacement.
His name was Chet, and he was amiable, and personable.
They hit it off right away. He asked where she wanted to go, and she
said “faerie meadows please.” He would not accept any faerie dust for his trouble.
It was indeed her lucky day.
When she was dusting the roses she found a most unusual caterpillar.
He was not the fuzzy sort, but he was multi-colored, and most peculiar looking.
“What are you?” he asked her.
“I am a faerie,” she told him
“Faeries aren’t real,” he told her.
“I can show you some other faeries” she offered.
But the other faeries were shy, and fearful as he was a most peculiar
looking caterpillar. He was sectioned off orange and blue, with yellow dots.
“He’s not real,” one said.
“He can’t be,” another faerie interjected.
It was just another day in Faerie Meadows, discussing who is real, and who is not.
We are ordered to provide notice to avoid a global psychosis.
Your dedication to take this medication will give you the perfect prognosis.
Take your pills to ward off those ills. They affect your brain, you’ll all find.
It’s better for society that we remove this anxiety from your very unhealthy minds.
It’s a worldwide confession that we all have depression, A phenomenon from the beginning of time.
The men in the labs provide capsules and jabs ... to refuse will become a crime.
red cherry pit
gutted, c-sectioned
fingertips stained
5/27/2018
Alot of the time I find myself
wanting all of the things that I cannot;
Things that I shouldn't.
Times that are long past gone.
I often lose myself in thought.
Finding the importance of memories.
The times sectioned off in joy and pain.
Pages that flutter vividly like they've just happened the day before.
My heart is worn thin, once full of red thread.
None was given in vain. Though it tangles.
Given purpose wherever it lands.
Pulled almost until nothing is left.
I tied a piece to your wrist and it follows you always
Almost none existent, over time I've watched this thread
Loom itself into one of my favorite memories.
A reminder of a girl I knew, a girl that I loved.
And I'd like to think that with each tug. That she's somewhat thinking of me too
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