Short Siphoned Poems
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Siphoned light gropes passengers
Hopeful for luminescent hearts,
Arching underneath bombazine drapes
Dusted with passionate legacies
Of original sin and the primogeniture son,
Wicked for nighttime plots savouring
Spicy love, exponential in a vivid darkness.
You’re Fired
Sorry, I’m late Mr…
My son had a fever and
My friggin’ husband fled.
Finish your shift and
Don’t come back tomorrow.
I siphoned some fuel from my Ford Fairlane
Through the barely opened window
Of his Ferrari.
The flames were fantastically infernal!
Form:
the winds unleash waves
that roar and spray
effervescent foam, floating
light, scattered away,
swirling, whirling in a blur
at dizzying speed,
all siphoned by the vortex
of my midnight need.
Teeny tiny crack seeps rose droplets,
Glistens
Her love siphoned heart gasps for adrenaline.
Shh...Listen
Once christened
Rarely granted permission to beat loudly
Fractured
Broken valentine,
Please wake up!
Be mine?
Spray paint your grass!
Tofu all meat!
Borrow their cash!
Glue on eyelash!
YOU REMAIN DISCRETE!
Generic every brand!
Plastic = plant!
Top soil your land!
Fake bake Tanned,
BUT YOU STILL CAN'T!
Zirconium your diamond!
Wig your head!
Fuel you've siphoned!
Use product then refund!
OUTCAST TILL YOUR DEAD!
By Mac :]
Cold,
Was the look in her eyes
When their eyes first met
Cold,
Was the skin of her palm
When he first held her hand
Cold,
Was the touch of her lips
When they first kissed
Cold,
Was the brush of her skin
When he felt it with his fingertips
She siphoned his warmth
And left him shivering
When she stepped out for her next rodeo.
Count Olaf Von Farlow was a few quarts low
He followed the scent, he followed his nose
Gonna do a fly-by, wide-eyed, don't you know
Gotta do a fly-by low, to detect the flow
Now, Count Olaf's down, and he's blood bank bound
Incisors sharpened, with moldy, molded crown
That's "Olaf Von Farlow"...never hyphened
The Teller there, unaware...got siphoned
Butterfly wings utilize
Ultra-thin translucent scales
To manipulate color.
Timeless masters of flight, they
Excel at graceful gliding.
Ranging in sizes, they run,
From small to gigantic, and
Like living art, often fill
Your heart with wonder and joy.
Wings flutter with an opal,
Iridescence; as Nature's
Nimble butterflies pause to
Glean droplets of sweet nectar,
Siphoned from the hearts of blooms.
On hillsides
far from city streets
black and white masses bound
Backs warmed by sun’s rays
Feasts of glorious
green grasses
Crystal clear barrels quench thirst
Aged bodies heaved with care
Post life parings
Thick scarlet sludge
siphoned through cement holes
Walls echo
screams of heavy hanging bodies
separated kin
Buzzing hums
rip wriggling flesh
and spill life
from their fattened bellies.
Form:
I felt the breeze on
my face
The one I took for granted
like honest lovers
longing to be loved
I never thought I
would be happy to be
blinded by sun rays
inhale the aroma
of rose buds and
existence in the air
I hear voices in the wind
I can feel the vibration
of God breathing
His heart beating like
Gentle earthquakes
Inside me
Motivation siphoned
from my soul
but I'm not worried
I will soon be alright
©3-21-2020
Surrealistic impulses
create songs impositions
upon the sphere of
evening coincidences
that beckon truth
beyond the scope
of reality as
you finally realize
that to some
it's just a problem
upon their realm
of personal satisfaction
Inter-relationships surface
amidst the turmoils
of daily excursions
siphoned through kaleidoscopic
determinations that have
no basis in justice
but are constructed
amidst contemporary delineations
that stifle happiness