Short Parallelismus Membrorum Poems
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For economic
and political resilience
it is better to give
AND receive
compassion
than to give
OR receive
enlightenment.
What,
when it grows beyond full,
is also lost?
Time,
passion,
life,
and perhaps death,
and other mind embodied boundaries.
My Life is not
Measured
In Destiney is as much
- As it is
- Feet from the
-Starting line
GF
Sometime's I am not sure
If this is a case
Of being utterly, utterly
Happy,
Or if this is just
The early on-set of
Schizophrenia
GF
i drink this tea.
or does this tea drink me.
dreaming, screaming.
sorrow fills me.
oh but not this tea.
for i fill it.
like it fills me.
This woman, I’m willing to love;
Please, Mahogany, last forever!
Her pretty ebony, evergreen frame:
A tenor body dame,
Like a love letter –
Pretty is her countenance:
God has named her sexy;
She’s a flower tethered Heather -
This Angel Reese,
Carved my heart strings:
Geppetto –
When is not zero
merely negative chaotic dissonant
dissociation?
So then,
why is not yang
not yin
positively nuanced MidWay resonant
re-association?
What a Sweet Sixteen;
I sit alone.
I stand alone.
I walk alone.
I eat alone.
I sing alone.
I read alone.
I write alone.
I AM alone.
Happy Birthday to me...
What begins
with in
and out?
Then best ends brightest
with a cooperative
exhausted shout?
An orgasmic climax?
Or a groaning prayer
for co-infested peace?
S/he was angry
never fully feeling
it was her time to fly,
even if alone.
And now afraid
this is his time
to die
never having known
quite
how to fly together.
Let my prayer be prepared,
Like angel dust,
And blaze up into heaven,
As a chariot;
So, laud an audience with God,
Who is above;
For she’s the one I want,
In my heart O’ love;
i have it
like Dave's name
a wonder gadget
that polishes sorrow
a flower sobs
nothing remains salt
rappelling through trees
seeding my womb
nothing remains globs
anywhere anymore anytime
When you give your body
proficient time
Your mind will hope
to lickety-split
complete our rhythmic
resonant
reasoned
just right...
Rhyme
when given
our incarnate body
proficient time...
I’m assigning Aphrodite on the telephone:
Coach my love carriage; I can’t leave alone,
The fact that she’s a goddess:
For her body’s not modest;
This model of a woman,
The epitome;
I’d want, yes –
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*Image of Proverbs 7:4-5, KJV Bible Quotes by ArtStation.
Proverbs 7: 4, 5
Counsel with the known women who careth for thee,
Avert from the unknown women who flattereth thee.
2019 May 29
And it has been called
For a better day
With a new Reclamation
Where a new foundation
Has been Resurrected
In hopes' that our dreams'
And aspirations' may become
A Caldron'
For the mercy of God!
GF
My most important priority
for personal inside health care
is polycultural outside
EarthCare
Environmentally cooperative
divine health caring enlightenment
empowering humane safe
sufficient wealth care.
You smile.
You wave.
It's false hope,
You gave.
I loved.
I hoped.
You rejected.
I coped.
My heart.
My soul.
Is jaded
You know.
(From)
You're smile.
You're wave.
The false hope
You gave.
Sages sadly sing
LeftBrain dominant songs
of resonant resistance
to crown-caste uppity dispassion
While Muses gladly design
RightBrain prominent dances
for resilient persistence
in root-caste deep compassion.
The clear zing into the air
As my thoughts depart from existence.
The little brain waves ramble along the bases.
Sick to the thought of motion my spirit hovers.
For I never left home plate.
I am everywhere all the time.
Lust so cold, love stays warm
Advice given is words forgotten.
Gifts that are free have a catch.
Hidden destiny, life so scorned.
Living high, lost in the dark.
Spirit lost, not ever free.
Falsified love, eternally angry
Favor shines upon you
Light and sword protects
Eternal grace and goodness
Engulf this heart
Capture my tears
Capture my sorrow
Flame a hope eternal
The hope of Jerusalem
My first attempt at Parallelismus Membrorum
When I grow up
I will be a butterfly
That fly and fly
Flapping papa pap!
When I grow up
I will be a fish
That swims in the sea
And showers chumbwi!
When I grow up
I will be an eagle
That soars and soars
So high in the sky
HOLDING TIGHT
Flying to tree tops,
to bottom out.
Such is fleeting youth,
memories abounding.
Climbing out of myself
to recreate the scene.
Holding tight the reverie.
Who can stand to grow old?
Poets don’t have to…