Short Perforates Poems
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The blood drips from the page.
Intoxicating smell perforates, ensues.
Taking back again. Female apparatus.
Figment of an over zealous imagination.
A dream, fantasy personified.
Mundane, I Ascend and duel. The impulse to use, sentiments of self immolation. The barbaric psyche that perforates thru my perception murderously.
No berth to go, no region to disguise. Amity is pertinent!
THOUGHTS
Like a soulful enchantress
You perforates my entire mattress,
Saturating my room with thoughts
of true love that can't be bought
But divinely given at no cost.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© August 31st, 2021
power, police and prudence,
the mainstream monsters of mimicry,
like patels of a flower playing far from the fulcrum,
their power derived from dismal points interior,
of state sustainance and centres,
assistants arrayed according,
to authority anchored beyond,
to pry prudence on paupers,
thus pour power like powder,
on supra-orthodox options,
and security sanity perforates without.
Burnt up lilac inferno blazes forest
Homeless wingers endeavor, build the new nest
Skyscape descends, inundates smoky ether
Nature in ashes.
Flame of anger perforates mental terrain
Ember notion revengeful, outlook sightless
Serene essence distillates sedate solace
Consciousness frozen.
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Written January 29, 2019
Syllable count checked on HMS
William Kekaula's contest : Your Best Sapphic Stanza
Merciless cruelty is
A mouthful of pain and a stomach gorged with flesh.
The earth’s lungs falling for rapacious sustenance.
Hearts burdened with the corpulent lard.
Savage suffering of the innocent.
Merciless cruelty is
A morality tale unheard or ignored emanating disease.
Contemptuous opulence of one above those afflicted.
Karmic solutions from the atmosphere result.
No regret perforates those minds.
Merciless cruelty.
sadness gripped me and held me firm
then it shook me until my teeth rattled
they were clicking together like a skeleton’s skull
I am usually manic
and I love it
working all night on fun projects
but after a few nights of no sleep
the sadness comes, unbidden, unwelcome
he perforates me in gloomy stormy ways
I cannot get away, I have thoughts that scare me
I am frightened of him and of myself
being manic is great; until the storm comes.