Riding along a tongue full of bees
biding my time until I can free them.
Sliding inside they're stinging my skin,
inciting all of this pent up phlegm.
You took too lightly my hard restraint
blew a smoky swarm into my face.
Spew, I have the wildfire to rise up.
Debut, watch me dominate this space.
To spill one’s guts ‘tis hard to do ~
though the pressure's like a tight corkscrew
Through your final hour...
In your deepest dream
Into your heart...
My heart will steam
A stranger to you...
I am, that's all
For you, my voice...
To thee, I call
Your pain, is my pain...
Your hurt is mine
My heart grows long...
An endless vine
Entwines with you...
I feel your sorrows
Ever, I feel you...
In all your tomorrow's
A stranger to me...
That's all you are
Of foreign lands...
Near and far
Feel my heart...
In your deepest dream
Through your darkest hour...
My heart will stream
Feel my gift...
To all I spew
My endless vine...
Entwines with you
A heartbeat beyond perception,
the verse becomes alive
Its arrow fixed, its prey in sight,
—new truth to hunt old lies
As light grows scarce, it draws its bow,
with aim both clear and true
To strike deceptions middle eye,
—the devil left to spew
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
They don't spew
Racist vitriol
White birds and black birds
Poems Out Shall Spew
Picked your name out of pure blue sky
And now I will never know reason why
Due to the fact you think I am dumb
Forgot where it was you came from.
Even though am a veteran now retired
By your poems have become inspired
Then again must put myself to task
How do you like mine I must ask.
Tried to improve my writing all along
Should I turn each poem into a song?
My effort I put out sees so energetic
Impress with my abilities that are poetic.
Forget what I have said and will fog on;
My mind a new poem has come upon
For me to write and then you review
Later more poems out I shall spew.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Don't ______ with me.
Why not?
'Cause all I'm interested in is _______'n you.
Why?
Stop askin' questions, ____. Your eyes are like limpid moons in everclear, baby. What's your favorite color?
Ummm... will get back to you on that, but my favorite phrase is get the _____outa here.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thanks for the inspiration :D
*Oh, and please note. This is NOT a good example of the form "Parallelismus Membrorum". I just felt that was the best of the available alternatives to describe it.
From my window I see the most wondrous of sights
Mother natures wrath releasing her might
Blackened plumes of smoke in monstrous rise
Turning day into night as it covers her skies
Oranges and reds in sporadic bursts of colour
Oxygen sucked in as her atmospheres smothered
Electrical releases like skeletal veins
When you witness her power, is she going insane
Canopies of greens become consumed in her path
Pyroclastic flows in suffocate wrath
Where once you heard birds in chirping surround
Explosion's now aplenty in catastrophic abound
From my window I see the most wondrous of sights
Am I as insane as her as I marvel her delights
The settling down of the spewed innards of she
I look inside myself as her power thralls thee
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-16.php
As luck would have it
Stuck my head out to vomit
And saw a comet
By Robb A. Kopp
Sifting through your lies just to find
the truth is like looking for a penny
In the bottom of the wishing well.
You use the past to justify what the rug of
lies won’t cover up.
Force feeding your deceptions, breaking the
seal of trust, yet you continue on undaunted.
I try to hold to you, but it’s only the shadowy
image of Hope.
The only thing that lingers in my mind is your
betrayal (feeding my hatred), but my heart and
Soul desire: your touch and hunger for your passion.
It’s a fatal disease that kills slowly but surely.
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