pink and sparkles spout
above liberty statue
cloud tauts happiness
fireworks all around applaud
hands clap on soil and sea
the swirl of nations,
a landing party of dreams...
but some from afar
drag chains as if dead, rowing
amidst the cotton
the white plant—has thorns—
placed on Jesus saving crown.
sowed on plantations —
a reaping of civil war
continues today.
plumes of red and black
fume over the green lady;
a gift from the past.
stripes upon the flag’s backside.
hands raised beg for forgiveness
7/3/2020
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW(4)any theme any form Poetry Contest
John 19:1-3 Then Pilate took Jesus and had him flogged. The soldiers twisted together a crown of thorns and put it on his head. They clothed him in a purple robe and went up to him again and again, saying, “Hail, king of the Jews!” And they struck them in the face.
Categories:
tauts, america, freedom, independence day,
Form: Verse
In illuminated tubes,
in hospital beige,
this whirring, clicking, living grave.
It clunks and junks,
it beeps and meeps,
and it peeps.
And in they peep,
all the secrets that you keep,
on a screen behind a screen.
You can't see them,
but you are seen,
every
nanofibrous
imperfection.
They see through thoughts
and all the juices.
They see your tauts
and all your looses.
Where blood escapes,
and where it oozes,
or
where
it
does
not,
and more importantly, where does it clot?!
Then a two week wait to see wot you got!
Categories:
tauts, health,
Form: Free verse
Coldness
I
these winter nights undertake my body
usurps my reserved warmth with a strangle hold
scraping my nape with night fissures
of black bleeding
my body shrieks to the jerking marrow
and denudes the caverns through my nose
as my breath is a frozen gust along
the obsidian sky
fingertips paralyzed -curled to the clutch
of my palms that can't defrost
the serrated shards of the night solidify
as my body convulses and crystalize
the coldness' thickens
as the pace of the air pervades
until all of me
- sent like ashes
from glaciers burned
- begin to evaporate ..
..........
II
as i ascend
- there is a silence
a linear silence
that tauts the horizon
and there is abscence
-the abscence of the light
...........comfort about the infinite dark
with the pulsating breathing
of the shimmering stars
and the clarity of the large sky
i oscillate around your satellite
forever like a mortal coil
Categories:
tauts, devotion, love, night, body,
Form: Imagism