Ultra-Viral
In Your Uncorporate Ether
A Waterfall
A Well
A Delta
A Shore,
Weaves Webular 'Pon
Retained
Shadowy
Time
Through Forests
And Echoing
Tympani Hearts
Now Muted.
-Gray Squirrel
06-01-2025
Categories:
ultra, analogy, life,
Form: Free verse
The days of wine and roses have left St. John’s nature trail
Now we are opening manga books with a sidekick tail.
I lie among the berries, counting petals on a pretty flower.
Book throws me into make-believe, an ultra-reading power.
Categories:
ultra, books,
Form: Rhyme
Dark grey matter
manifest crimson flow tendacies
Fade to black thoughts
formaldehyde revealed thru scope sight
Scarlet droplets trace a fetal prone outline;
such a morbid delivery ...
a yellow tape, premature plight
Coffin borne mutilated bodies
with bullet death birthmarks:
Revolver uttered first cries of last rites
A morgue spectrum of short wave anger —
Trigger hatred
blinded by ultra violent light
Living in crypt darkness,
metal barrel skin worms catacomb move
with cadaver quickness
towards the UV light
Leaving iron-copper tracks of desecration,
as a spectral flatline
guides their hooked pellet mind
Cherry bomb pulmonary flashes
of ultra violent light
show the infra red, spherical graveyard
shining deathly bright
Sadly visible
from the firmament height
Categories:
ultra, dark, death, metaphor, symbolism,
Form: Elegy
Feign neither to these visioned damsel life!
Do ultra-pain ever vanish with time?
Pre-infant, a thorny storm stunned out like a nipple
Some say normally, it only tickles
Stony bloke says, it's a nitty-gritty while my blood ripples
What he wish to see ;for her to move fast out of cripple
Several done seasons, her pistil rose grown
Gone is when slip, now it's two boost slope
Visual shape of womanhood enclose
Even yet, they say, if guys whistle blow, put on a frown
Deceit voice she heard, alot of love compose
Yea! At every seconds, what are we to say of those?
A stage to fish for one to lovelock in cage
Distractions of many but one was name
Having pleasures of sweet-bitter plan as it was read
Pain dropped to her ball, till the thrice three months
When that kid wail out the pride of her mum
Be it continuum! Echoed the immortal Norm.
Categories:
ultra, birth, feelings, mother, strength,
Form: Rhyme
Theomania's easy to see
in one holding the presidency.
When megalomanic,
his tweeting gets frantic.
All his money could buy therapy!
At least now there's hope if you vent
whenever you have discontent.
Should you think you are God,
though you're only a sod,
you could one day become president.
Oct. 22, 2017 for The Mania Contest of Lewis Raynes
Categories:
ultra, humor,
Form: Limerick
Ultra Sound Tickles (By Moji Agha)
Ultrasound tickles tickle soundly;
Or do they?
Do they have a choice in the matter?
Or they tickle the trunk of pain reflexively,
to cause reflective pained chuckles
at our deep folly?
Do ultrasound tickles
tickle soundly by nature?
Or do they learn,
by nurture,
to cause ultra tickles?
Or alas,
do nature and nurture
are tickle-dancing together,
as they always have?
Now,
talking about my tickled trunk:
Does a lonely tree
fallen in the forest
of human ignorance
make a sound (perhaps an ultra sound),
when tickled by the seeing sounds of climate change?
Can the ultra sounds
of the worried hearts,
of those who have "washed their eyes"
see one another?
Can they see, hear, touch, smell, and taste
the fallen tree's sound of ultra pain?
Of ultra warning?
Categories:
ultra, conflict, earth, funny, humorous,
Form: Free verse
There is omniscient God
And there is Ultra Sound Lady
And then there is Me
With 24 hours left ahead to wonder.
Two of the three knows my fate.
Cool blue goo swiped across my body
And the nice lady
Pats my bare thigh so intimately so compassionately
With such a sense of genuine comfort
That I wonder if she does that
All day long
With all her pan of patients
Rolled like dough beneath her hands on a dinner table
Or if perhaps we had made a connection
Or if it was just ultra sound code for good luck
Or hang in there
Or was it the first of many explanations beginning with,
“I’m sorry I have to tell you…”
But anyway she said to go ahead and let my breath go
And that it was over for the day.
As if I were her husband
Dressing in front of her
In our morning bedroom
I fastened my buttons and tucked my shirt
Zipped my pants and re-tied my tie
Chatting small talk about anything and everything
But for what was truly in front of us both
Along with fate
For the rest of the day.
Two know the truth
While the other dares not ask.
Categories:
ultra, angst, anxiety, day, fear,
Form: Free verse
Avanti si dice che e' cosi' bella
Farsi capire, altre espresioni temporali
Si gli alberi cha parlano
Mi dicono del suo dolore
UN' ombra si insinua che
Detiene ancora I cercano
Luce e cume si trova vita ci parla ancora una volta
La foglie fanno apparire La
Immagini della sua faccia
A tease me con la sua brazza de odio
Tale è la media ma bella donna
Tutti messo mai le politiche guarda questo vedi. Verso e Jack
Ghetto secondo me un campione come punteruoli stick nulla nel ghetto Bella meglio credo da truci gangster prevalere In sobborghi americani
Categories:
ultra, baby, beach, magic,
Form: Free verse
There are some secret people in fancy clothes
Being all lost outside this odd child like scene
With their lovely apparel, out of place those
As their deep fathoms they never seemed too keen
They have developed the elite, a true rush
Higher than the wealthy, painted with a brush
Trying to make the normal be their servants
Highly presumptuous, an awful movement
Russell Sivey
Categories:
ultra, class, image, life,
Form: Rispetto
Folded in cloth, her eyes did shine
Parabola shifted by pi, ‘the daughter is mine’
Said in front of others,
How did you feel inside?
Okay let’s make a confession
It was on mother’s guide.
The girl grew up,
As broadens a brook.
Papa followed Mama,
She had a beautiful look.
Mama hugged the life
Papa was reluctant
But the daughter believed in him
Someday, he too would be resilient.
Then occurred an accident,
Mother had to go.
Daughter was left with father
And he got a blow.
Papa, papa, she said
In everything that followed.
Little did she know,
She would never be endowed.
Then 10 years later,
At 4 o’ clock in evening,
Daughter didn’t come home
The thought itself was aching.
For maybe he didn’t want her
He was a dad within
Was it already too late?
Got a rush of adrenaline.
Went to the police,
Took help of a neighbor
Nothing came in hand,
Except the morning newspaper.
"10 year old, raped and murdered"
Stood the headline distinct.
The face was translucent,
But the apparel succinct.
Dressed in mourning stands,
He who didn’t care.
Daughters are not a burden
They are gifts ultra rare.
Respect them, accept them,
Without them, the world is despair.
Categories:
ultra, baby, birth, father daughter,
Form: I do not know?
Let fingers whisper passion in clashes,
Stroke fire and heat to enrage the flashes,
Each seductive contact with the caches,
As I torture your skin with tongue lashes.
Hyperactive silhouette's of contenders,
Loving probes matching their surrenders,
Wiggling members entertained by plunders,
Feverish minds management blunders?
Secret desires in rhymed wet modes,
Covets thirsty pleasure dripping lodes:
Categories:
ultra, life
Form: Free verse
Ne plus ultra
How do you write about an Epic love?
A love that eclipses time.
Is that possible anymore?
What about a love so Hurculean
so potent that mountains crumble before it,
with kisses that exhaust the heavens?
I want to tell the world how it feels
when your skillful hand is on my head
bringing me in for another kiss.
Your eyes take possession of my soul.
With a look you have stolen me from the world.
Our faces close, feeling your breath on my lips.
Knowing that in a moment we will be entwined.
Passersby will be unable to tell one of us from the other,
as our lips gently brush
in the parting of your mouth.
Estuaries meshing into one.
One body,
one heart,
one soul,
in our ne plus ultra love.
Our ultimate perfect love.
Categories:
ultra, love, passion, love, me,
Form: Free verse
Gondolas thrift contently upon a gentian violet
Thrown from dusky sunsets on a marauding wake
Adopting Venetians transpose as the partake;
Sip mulberry wine to toast the ultraviolet.
Cerulean skies, inundations, surge the amaranth
Spray lavender with a mauve bouquet of backcloth;
Bear a pigmentation that the heliotropes strove forth
Luminary, heather halos mimic gamma strength.
Plum age old interceptors, those cardinals and priests
Rage velveteen and indigo, planning sermons apiece,
Text books coloured aubergine bless a firmament lease
Like exorcists displaying ways to snub behemoth beasts.
The Grand Canal is unified as the amethysts surrounding:
Producing arch goliaths, as the buildings passing by
Shape a deep mauve battlement, twilight’s gradual high
The sheer delight of Indigo, the honeymooners grounding.
Categories:
ultra, nature, peace, social, urban,
Form: Rhyme