All is bright, and I betwixt God and you,
the kookaburra is in the willow,
and honeyeaters in the honeydew
flitter as I lay your breast and pillow.
You are my morning and evening star,
sweet inveigler to the unpracticed heart -
girl, all I need is to be where you are
and never know what woe it is to part.
So we are in our beguiling sublimed
by a divine ordinance or blessing,
but visceral love, like a woman’s mind,
keep all mortal men eternal guessing.
Kid, you mean and are everything to me
and I do love the stars in Cotton Tree.
Written: September 1997
*Cotton Tree is a little enclave
in Maroochydore, Queensland.
Our unit was the next directly
to the left of the one circled.
Categories:
unpracticed, blessing, fate, love,
Form: Sonnet
Patient Hope is on a stoic decline
The celluloid tread mill
is crybaby set
on an aorta sob incline —
A cardio faithless, vertical whine
Shouldering the weight of personal decisions,
is seen nowadays
as an irresponsible, bulimic activity
Cares of the world
will surely take an unkind toll
on the body and soul
Lust obesity trick imagery
is a mirror mirage
of illusory, measured wait loss
But how much wasted time
in your slouch sofa life did it cost?
For a slimmer waistline,
Vanity became your sin slave boss
Phat pocket dreams
binge bought on a lottery coin toss
Puffed up pride made you take a wait loss
Virtuous self-denial sacrifices
is a lost art —
an unpracticed part
of flabby moral muscle shedding
Taut bellies of bloated importance
(attained through artificial,
sweaty palm wait loss)
is a self-absorbed sin of indulgence
Rash prayers desiring rushed results,
be a twig spandex figure
uncertainty marred by obese doubt
And discarding of the necessary,
healthy heft of navel faith
is a wait loss ...
Unnatural mental womb aerobics,
that an anorexic spirit
chose to exercise
at a flatline metabolic rate
Categories:
unpracticed, metaphor, spiritual, wisdom, word
Form: Free verse
old simon
he hides beneath the brim
of an old straw hat with many years
of service pressing down to shade
eyes of unknown hue
so long have they been
in exile from the sun.
a service smile sat
uncomfortably on his lips
as if not used to such
a fortnight position
unpracticed, almost forgotten.
not stretched to the corners
of his eyes, left dangling
like a once had friend.
his voice was rationed
into short useful phrases
beneath the words ran,
“ get this over with.”
“Get me out of the glare”.
attention seeped over the hermit
like treacle. threatening to suffocate
his very existence.
a man ever alone
lost to human discourse
niceties, polite societies filled
with mendacity. alarms clangored
in his mind but to late, he was surrounded
by the curious and rude; their children
poking, touching his gear.
everything screamed run
and he did.
Categories:
unpracticed, age, courage, endurance,
Form: Free verse
You were too cool to think the same things were neat that I did-
the mundane was beneath the notice of your evolved intellect.
You would not have deigned to explain the pinhole effect of the leaves,
The crescent shapes scattered across the ground and on the walls.
Would you have regaled us with your time in Saudi Arabia?
With your native, unpracticed talents, your genealogy?
I recall that I was one that could make you smile at the absurd,
and knew you could value things that were silly, or ordinary.
The melancholy of those approaching milestones seeps in-
I'm adding molasses to my coffee again, sweetly bitter.
Categories:
unpracticed, absence, memory,
Form: Free verse
I had a heart,
that now has gone from me
Into a world,
and across a sea.
A newborn heart,
who slept upon my breast
As unpracticed breath
pulsed his tiny chest
I had a heart which,
too briefly I called mine
And now am left heart-begging:
Please, Mnemosyne!
I had a father’s heart,
that filled to see him so
And stopped, and burst, and died
to see him go.
Categories:
unpracticed, baby, heartbreak, loss,
Form: Rhyme
The sound of throttled fury,
The ricocheting of muffled guns…
Creeds forced down the unpracticed cords,
Swallow or face a close-range shot.
Success from some,
Failure from the others…
Blown skulls and splattered blood,
Take responsibility and bathe
In the bloodied glory…
Now, what use are your creeds?
Tell, which loving Allah is so inclement?
Perhaps he eats human bodies,
I surmise, he could be a carnivore!
Categories:
unpracticed, religion,
Form: Free verse
She rails at unseen whisperers,
un-wrappers of gooey carmels.
Her hat is high and so am I,
drunk on her liederkranz chanel.
I imagine a well-placed apple
replacing her feathered chapeau.
An unpracticed William Tell zings
her headless with his bow.
Clever subtitles explain the plot.
The score sets an ominous tone.
Things are fine till next to me sits
a girl wearing limburger cologne.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
July 4, 2012
Categories:
unpracticed, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Persistent insistence,
Dragging pride like a shadow.
All tongue and flesh and distance:
Persistent insistence
To previously unpracticed resistance-
Oh, to be so shallow.
Persistent insistence,
Dragging pride like a shadow.
"Reputable"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith
Categories:
unpracticed, dedication, hope, introspection, nostalgia,
Form: Triolet
This country has been washed white
Clean of carpetbaggers centuries
But we do not forget common things
Like bodies black
And tossed away before the eyes
What marks miserable memory then
Is not the story telling new
How vulnerable is the hoodlessness!
The pathological mendaciousness
Unpracticed because unneeded before
Yawns like a badly fitted exit door.
Memory has a more significant meaning:
The bag of chips littered in the mud
The half empty soda can still frothing
At the non-bulletproof naive mouth
The victim vandalized of honor again
Cowards alone
Taste death a thousand times after they die
Blood to mud and mud to dust
More marchers protesting our disgust
Children strewn on streets of hate.
Categories:
unpracticed, black african american, death,
Form: Free verse