God signs off on His handiwork
releases into the world a human soul
First inside the womb and then outside
that soul begins to unfold
For mankind yearns to be free, free of direction
ignores all instruction as its sets sail
Free of direction and of directions
Freedom the goal, man’s Holy Grail
With good luck comes wonder
at creation, at a cosmos so awesome
Though the journey leads, inevitably,
to frustration, disappointment, unripened blossoms…
Then the cruelest blow when eventually
the unfolding process reverses
The ramrod-straight frame
folding in on itself as it rehearses
its return to its Maker, Who delivered it here
Who lets man search vainly for freedom
and come up empty year after year
~ for only His Truth makes everything clear
Categories:
unripened, destiny, freedom, god, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
The screws in his knee are made of huiziumcarbonate
When adrenlinecalicumate is introduced to bone marrow
The interior of the bone hardens to a bone as strong as steel.
. It also makes muscle huge hard strong muscle. The film showed him using a claw on unripened cantolopes. He gripped a stone the size of a horses head and applied pressure and he crushed the stones.
Mad Hatter even developed a skin type material that bonds to a wounded person area and temporarily heels. It is used in medicine.
They banned it in sports due to the incredible increase in strength.
His ex-wife showed up at the tail end of a party. He is so stupid.
She needed money, I guess he thought we'd call him a stud or something.
He took her in. Days and days later. He told me a story about the Scarecrow coming to life after he got her pregnant. He also told me she cursed him for making her love him, now I only deal with her to extract revenge on her husband. I hate when people unite us in cause, it's played out and often retoracaul.
Categories:
unripened, love, music, myth, mythology,
Form: Bio
The Eyes Have It
Eyes sharpened at the whetstone
Honed to a glistening edge,
They used them to slice and dice for
Homeworks forgotten;
Rooms left in cyclonic disarray;
Reports unfiled;
Presents left ungiven;
Promises unkept---
Scythe-like orbs slipped into you
And poured you into the ground an
Unripened watermelon pulp
oozing red and pits.
They said that eyes had not
A rapier wit, nor rending ability
Though you learned they did,
As life essence formed a puddle
Like water broken before birth.
Categories:
unripened, evil,
Form: Free verse
A moment is a minute with a heart, after which
We come without arched brow, lips pursed
To breech a breath amidst all stolen air.
Removing only proof of thought
For sustenance of life.
No key, the unlocked door,
Through which a passageway of lending gifts,
Leads to open airs of longing space.
We may catch the passing breath
Of all those lives blown near,
Leave simple fruit unripened
Far beyond our scope, be as mortals
Left to nighttime’s touch upon all seeking souls.
Scratched by hunger for the need of understanding.
Then our moment closes. The only God we ever knew
Just blinked one more time.
Categories:
unripened, creation, god, humanity, journey,
Form: Prose Poetry
Horse chestnuts and long sticks scattered around
where children ,balancing along a wall
had tried their best to bring the conkers down,
since it was not yet time for them to fall.
Some shells were slightly open, and inside
lay nuts that caught the sun, a gleaming white,
impatient kids using their thumbnails prised
the shell apart to find a fruit unripe.
These youngsters grow old way before their time,
exposed to influence beyond their years,
not maturing slowly to reach their prime
their childish minds burdened with adult fears.
Depression, self-harm and anxiety,
from images of perfection instilled
by social media and on the TV
fast forward through their childhoods, unfulfilled.
How many with sad futures? Who can tell,
unripened lives lived in their broken shells.
Categories:
unripened, childhood,
Form: Rhyme
unripened strawberries.
expensive French soda
and mystery suckers.
she'll taste of linen
or wine wood tips.
weaponized cherry blossoms,
salt of earth.
tears of sugar
from hungry, coffee eyes.
it is the sweetest taste
it is the sweetest taste
Categories:
unripened, beauty, girl, kiss, love,
Form: I do not know?
The moon was full
Your lips were too
I nearly swooned
Anticipating you
Your perfume's scent
My senses bent
You moved, you swayed
My desire engaged
I reached for your heart
Then it all fell apart
I'd moved too fast
For unripened love to last
Timing is everything, the philosophers say
I'd picked the wrong time, a high price I'd paid
Categories:
unripened, love hurts, romance, time,
Form: Rhyme
She came she strived
She forged through
Making success a mockery
Your dance a mystery
Your laugh an history
It was a disturbing wonder
To leave and not be forgotten
Lying still but not silent
Breaking fetters
Crossing borders
Draining the years
Running like sand
Between her feet
She moulded an extra day
Moulding her words to life
Made rainbow across a darkened sky
Showered dew on the deadened lives
Arousing the buried night
Bringing all a troubled sleep
Bridging two worlds
Fulfilling the dream
Raking all the unripened fruits
Into a ripening basket
Inviting her world
To a ripened Feast
Categories:
unripened, mystery,
Form: Narrative
#IT'S NOT EASY BEING GREEN
"LIME"...IT'S SPOUTING* SPROUTING* AND SHOUTING*
UNRIPENED* UNCERTAIN*
SELF-DOUBTING*
NEEDS RIPENING!
"LIME" YOU MUST GIVE IT TIME; YOUR DEFINE IS PRESET ON
*DIVINE*
VARIOUS HUES WILL BE PRESENTED TO YOU IN YOUR DESIGN!
THEREFORE, LOVE YOURSELF! THIS JOURNEY IS YOUR WEALTH AND YOU'LL BE FINE...
"SHINE YOUR SUN!"
"DEEPEN YOUR DEPTH!"
"GIVE US YOUR FEEDING FROM YOUR SEEDING..."
*S U B L I M E*
©Renee D. Gross 3/12/2018#
Categories:
unripened, appreciation, confidence, destiny, encouraging,
Form: Narrative
I still think about you. The
scent of lavender and failure and
heartbreak travel down my
tongue like the taste of unripened
oranges.
Categories:
unripened, betrayal, heartbreak, memory, word
Form: Free verse
The steadily falling cold August rains
Continue to pour upon Cheshires lanes;
Over flattening fields of soddened wheat,
Soaking the grass, splashing the feet.
Stands the Combine in the shed;
The unripened apples hanging rosy red.
Stands the caped heron all alone -
His glinting eye as cold as stone.
And in amongst the many puddles
We step around like our troubles:
So lurch ahead with our retreat
Like drunken fools in the street.
And through this months darkly frowns
The cleansing downpours wash the towns;
Scrubs the spire from ingrained time -
Absolves the guilt from the crime!
Categories:
unripened, august, nature, poetry, rain,
Form: Rhyme
Euclid's Fifth
i. In Motion
It was your pale glance, like a
frame frozen for a second and then
unfreezes, the cold moist from
melting, biting my thoughts of
breaking into your ice-walled
dullness. Tonight the frigid span
of time, muteness, between the
divorce of time and space, thaws
folds and creases of the ice-cold
pause of a scene. While like a
half-frozen mime reflected from a
broken reel, scratchy, fallacious
and recurring, creeps upon its
numbed screen, my rigid,
frostbitten flesh.
ii. On Parallelism
Suckled in the wounds of regret,
better that all these fruits fall, the
green ones no more, bitter
to taste, unripened and dictated to
full, proving you are closest to me,
better that all these fruits fall, than
to pluck them, flick through under
tremulous limbs, with glimpse, with
crave quickening each pauses, I'll
point at them falling, slow and one
at a time.
Categories:
unripened, bereavement,
Form: Elegy