Vultures verify vulnerable villages,
Vacuuming value, venerating vaults.
Voters vilified, voices vetoed,
Votes vanished, victories volatile.
Visible villains veil violations,
Virtuous veterans victimized via vanity.
Vast vaults versus vacant vessels,
Value vaporized, virtue vandalized.
Vice validates violence, violence validates vice,
Vicious vortex, vicious vice.
Victims vilified, victors vindicated,
Verdicts valued via victory.
Vassals versus visionaries,
Veins vibrating, voices volcanic.
Volition versus validation,
Vital versus virtual vocation.
Verify every version.
View every veil.
Value verification versus verbal virtue-signaling.
Vision without visibility becomes voluntary blindness.
Vengeance? Vacant.
Virtue? Variable.
Victory? Valueless without volition.
Value lives via voluntary vision,
Verses vibrating with visceral veracity.
A girl with looks like yours,
she must be on a mission
A pretty face
that could flip a bias
before even knowing it existed
Takes for granite everything,
and owes everyone apologies
But guess who’s never looking back
She says she’s never looking back for better
Oh, she’s grown from then
and never looking back
gives her the time to discover
new opportunities ahead of her
Her biggest weakness,
not her lack of discipline
it’s the world she validates
within the head on her shoulders
Cramps creeping and crawling,
an unwelcome reminder.
Why does my body betray
me like an unfaithful secret lover,
chaining me to my bed.
When did my uterus become my enemy,
even the pills offer no sympathy.
As a contradiction of contractions,
crush my organs like sharpened
shards of glass, these strange
territories tighten like heavy torture,
as linings of sore pelvis feel
a tugging pain of shame.
Unable to distract this
typhoon-like monstrosity,
I'm a hostage to
this turbulent intruder.
For those who question body
frames that do not beam,
my frowns are not an option,
they are a veil to the weight
of excruciating fatigue
that feeds the sanity in me.
There's no 'super human' strength
left to curl my fingers into
brass knuckles holding my
burning edges in peace.
Drained by the cries that
crack the surface of my womb,
agitation is expressed
in begrudging outbursts!
Unexpected and unpredictable
pain is a cureless curse,
behaving erratically within
a finely constructed system of tubes.
Once again, I wonder if
this shall be the month that
validates my womanhood.
bliss currents peak
eyes clench shut
we are definitely
out of the book
no scripture validates
the pulsations imbibed
the external recedes
we dwell in silence
alone with this secret
hidden in plain sight
within
09-February-2023
The leaves dancing on the trees. The crinkling steps, the gusts, the natural silence. The unimposing mountains. Laze. Existence that validates itself. Ephemeral, cyclical, beautiful. An old distant friend that you may never truly know.
I love you because what else would I do
It’s thunderstorm country around here.
They roam the boiling, hot, southern skies
on legs of lightning, like dark, angry trolls.
My Chinese roommate is impressed with them
because as menacing and mountainous and electrical
as they seem, through the trees whip and the rain
lashes - like special effects - no real damage is done.
Love is like that, a circus briefly coming to town,
that scintillates, palpitates, irritates or validates
- a carney-call with the urgency of a sale.
“Run away and join the show,” it whispers.
Love is both less than it seems and more than it is.
MEASURES OF DEGREE
confidence pervades
intending to regale
in pomp displayed
in pageantry
a mere pretence
with conceit
its folly
is
dismayed
such innocence
to see
conveyed
& prevails
midst the tide
sufficient
heretofore
validates the sense
of
zealous appetite
doomed to share
a shadow remains
the quest is
is stilled
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
This stranger thinks she knows me
We met a month ago
She is not a good listener; talks nonstop
She is making some wild statements now about me
Mostly generalizations about older women
I am in the next room rolling my eyes
No one in the teacher lounge validates her suspicions
I have worked with most of the others for five years
They do know me
She drones on about me, making weird assumptions
I am amused that she has not noticed their nonresponses.
Not a listener or an observer I guess.
FLOWER MY LIFE
BLOOMETH FOR SCANTY
BEARETH THY CHARM
TURNEST TO REALITY.
MATERIAL THEE WORLD
MATERIAL THY MATES
IMMORTAL EXISTENCE
YET NONE WHO VALIDATES .
DUST I'D TURN TO
DUST I'D BE
DUST I'VE COME FROM
SO MY EXISTENCE SHALL BE .
I have lived my entire life suppressing squeamish hurls.
My cringe that never ends startles, falters and recoils.
I would like people's internal body substances properly contained
but cannot even escape vile as piled by family and pets in upsets.
Slithering, slimy reptiles are so very, entirely ugly
their looks even hurt the feelings of their mommy's.
Televised close-ups of intrusive surgeries are so yucky
I must close my eyes to keep funky from my tummy.
Someone screaming terror, alive and sobbing in a coffin,
puts my sanity through a horrendous, endless haunting.
In public I cringe straight to furious seething when
an adult fist threatens an innocent little her or him.
Flinching happens, sometimes accompanied by a scream
and while it's not great, it at least validates my heart rate.
Being your own best advocate, helps you to advocate and love others.
Enthusiastically sharing your assets, talents, experiences and excitement,
Lifts others up, by showing them that it is all right to share their own truth.
Ignoring people who take too much time or attention, saving yourself.
Energetically seeking your own spiritual truth by following your heart.
Vigorously validating tender heart-felt feelings that crop up, helps you to retain
Excitement, and validates what you BELIEVE is in your soul.
Written 3/12/2019 Contest: Writing Challenge March 2019 Inspirational Acrostic
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Burn the candle at both ends,
Using the fire deep inside;
The desire to do the task
Is ignited far and wide.
To live at a hectic pace
Is just having a hard time;
The volume of the duty
Is like a mountain to climb.
Long hours work without rest
Makes us real vulnerable;
Both body and mind may be
Exposed or susceptible.
Working late into the night
Shows earnest, zeal, and ardor;
Starting early in the morn
Even validates vigor.
Let's serve God with all our might,
From dawn till the sun descends;
Every moment of our lives,
Burn the candle at both ends.
As parents officiate,
Delegate,
Yes, and even participate.
We fascinate,
As we motivate,
Our children to co-operate,
And concentrate
Leading their minds to contemplate,
Formulate,
And evaluate
That which helps learning accelerate.
As children mature
More complex board games build character
Along with the art of how to communicate
As well as how to be considerate.
This shows with family, playmates,
And even classmates.
Sportsmanship is why the loser must
Congratulate
The winner for being fortunate.
The loser must never underestimate
The opponent which validates
How children relate
And appreciate
The way we educate.
As our children walk down the aisle to graduate
Parents silently say check mate.
The next day,
Filled,
With the dreams,
Of uncompleted history,
Promises hope,
And time,
Except,
You have things to do,
Others need you,
Depending,
Requiring,
For their absolutes,
You are a means,
To their end,
A helpful partner,
To their process,
You drift,
Through the day,
The week,
The year,
Even the leaves,
Get their days,
Of green and yellow,
But not you,
You wait,
You muddle,
Bask in the glory,
Of busyness,
So active you are,
Getting things done,
Truth teases,
Scratching,
At the closet door,
It hangs,
Unwrinkled,
Waiting to be worn,
Because it was made,
Just for you,
It's comfy,
Regal, even,
The world awaits,
Your cloak,
Your stroll,
Down the runway,
To record,
What's to come,
And that's your dream,
A designer's sample,
The glimpse,
That tells the story,
The next day,
You are scheduled,
To appear,
Present your case,
No jury,
No judge,
No verdict,
An opening argument,
Your evidence,
Which validates,
You,
Being,
Here,
Wasn't a waste after all.
(10/14/02)
Life Time
Each click of the second hand
validates my life. It's seamless.
I'm here and now. Maybe not smooth
as time can be reduced to billionth
of a second. Slices of time we can't
even begin to imagine. An incredible
number of snapshots! Life continues.
We desperately try to slow it down,
somehow tame time. This beast will
always end. We die into another womb.
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