Valves Poems | Examples

Alignment

 
 
crown petals unfold for lofty Light
fontanelle gaping softly smile
Centre Point’s hole blazon mile

pineal connects as conical way
to galactic edenic binomial rays
loosens ovuliferous scales honed

thyroid equalises, tongue relaxes
cylinder opens larynx true blue
speech becomes intended hues

heart softens atria, ventricles 
valves linking doors of paradise
protected golden it rhapsodises 

coin-line verticle-horizontal spherical 
solar plexus flowers monumental near
mystical super might no incidentals 

feed flows smooth for tantric beats
sacral seat in creativity knowing heat
power is orange action satisfaction 

rooted into Earth mooted primordial 
authentic estate mirthful immemorial 
aligned connection very refined  
                                        
                                               
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Our Coral Atoll

 
                 

                          ~ Our Coral Atoll ~
 


Like incense fills the valves of  the chambers of my soul.
Love for life, like a gentle river, totally flooded me.
Once you came and remained, my sole bright, coral love atoll.

Everlastingly gleaming in God's sunlight and moonlight, 
Ever lifting me to new insights,as a stunning velvet blue butterfly,
Resting on our quilt, on this siver, moon-blessed night

Your love, your hands, your deep Mediterranean eyes,gleaming.
As that eternal instant we met in our cafe, divine kismet!
My most precious darling, man, our love forever flowering?

                              11/29/2024

No Breakdown Cover

I’m avoiding real life
behind the safety of my front door,
a machine left to cool in the dark,
fuelling when I can,
pushing through with oil instead of blood.

Belts seize,
tensioners wound too tight,
injectors fail to fire;
each spark fades like memory -
ignition slipping to static.

The valves stick,
hardened by grit and rust;
maintenance deferred,
wear settling deep in my bones.

Now this machine
is as cold as stone,
no combustion,
barely ticking over,
an engine meant to go but left to stall,
avoiding real life, one breath at a time.

Evil in me

How much can i be vicious?
How much can i be worst ?
If i stop forgetting and start holding..
The devil whispers in my ear 
Heart started to sink .
Lets just forgive 
Then here comes villainous voices
From my heart .....
Which strangles me and says..
"I wanna kiss his face 
With my broken heart.
I wanna paint his face 
With all my scars.
I wanna get him back 
To give him heart attack
I wanna feel his death 
From all his heart .
I know i m being dramatic
But that's only left to imagine.
I just think what he owes?
Should i tell his mom ?
That his son suckkkss
What he does could proudly hurts."
Then i just swallowed the evil 
But heart hurts deep .
He kept knocking .
Knocking on my valves.
Till it gives me heart attack.

Miles Tones

You spoke a new language
  of rarefied air
  guided nonchalantly 
  through curving channels of brass

Conduits of cool
  juries of jazz
  floating past soulful valves 
  harbingers of what will come

Slender fingers
  improvising storylines
  magistrates of melancholy
  bailiffs of bop

Miles from the mainstream
  a milestone of 
  modern modalities 
  kind of blue

Heartbroken

“I know my heart will never be the same
But I'm telling myself I'll be okay”
Sara Evans

My heart no longer
beats the same,
as I’ve wiped away 
tainted tints on
vain valves.
Bleeding out
shattered dreams. 
Colors of fallen 
needle-shaped leaves, 
emanate shades 
of memories,
lost along a clamor of 
fragmented pieces,
where linchen-dusted lies
confused my 
flower-patterned spirit,
adrift in a pastoral
landscape of melancholy,
scumbled in roseate oil,
calligraphed from
the fragrance of 
forget-me-nots, 
but sunflowers no 
longer bloom,
although I still
see a thread
of salvation
surfing through the
airy breeze that hides 
behind green
grass across
untouched,
yet butterfly nested 
water mountains.
I chose to be 
content alone,
with me and my 
heartbroken bliss,
over passionate 
petal-like serenades,
that caressed
my midnight blues.

So, forgive the stars,
named with our love,
as I bid
farewell to half-adorned
illustrations
of a perfect sunrise,
stolen by the past
that always punished me,
with trust issues, 
obscured in somber clouds 
that follow my 
silhouette, faithfully.

Not This Rose

I saw a dazzling rose,
Whose red petals cast blinding hues upon me.
She shot her cupid arrows from the Kabaka’s backyard,
And punctured the cocoon of my innocence.  

My heart burnt for a feel of her spangled petals,
My ferocious passions lost their sturdy grip on restraint as
I, like a pollen-famished bee, sniffed her whiff;
I gorged on her rosy scent, like a Don Quixote.

Then, I plucked her off the tribal bough;
And navigated the Nile River with her,
Tacked in the valves of my heart,
For a cross boarder allogamy.

What a welcome from my kinsfolk!
Furrows ridging the faces of my kinsmen,
Spittle of disgust masticating the hungry soils,
Grey beards wagging and waging a silent war;
 Alien!

Dear Heart

Dear Heart:

My Dear, dear heart you have done well,
surviving all these years of hell,
the pain, the loss and misery
of lives and loves cherished by me.

During my seasons, you carried the bags,
spirit asunder in sackcloth and rags.
Just kept saying, “Get up from the floor.”
Just kept beating, “life has more, life has more….”

In every challenge, you have shown
no strength diminished but faith grown.
Where chambers deep,   life tried to scar,
a cleansing blood did all harm bar.

Your sinus rhythm to the Father beats
victoriously, as wisdom speaks,
with favor fashioned in all ways
to withstand these dangerous days.

Dear heart you are my valentine,
maturing with a spirit divine,
possessing precious peace within,
your valves not weak, floppy or thin.

And now, it’s not for me you grieve,
but for others who badly need
your strength that has remained so true.
Please lose my bags.  There’s work to do.

With Sincere Respect,
Owner

Punishing a Defaulting Unionist

Loosen now his tight valves.
You do nothing by halves 
Not like you've bruised his calves
While he's not got what salves...

His tube deflate through valve:
With six-inch nail hit valve,
The air in tube to halve;
When cops into it delve,
Say "A case of mad valve!"

Ask me my opinion:
It's a heart cast- iron:
A daring to pinion
The arms of one's union,
Dues slicing like onion
In Crowned Lion's Union.

Not So Romantic Poem

Take a piece of my oversized pumping heart
Make aortic memories, oh so grand
Break not this adoring atrium to start
Quake from the rhythmic beat under your hand

Gain affection from each side ventricle
Plain adoration felt by thick blood flowing
Vein flutters, valves and arteries a-tickle
Rein it in, your romantic side is showing

Dreams

Dreams
  soften
  cruel reality...
  Dreams;
   exhaust valves... !

Living Spaces

She died in the kitchen
perched on a three-legged stool.
Her heart flew away
along with all the skills of her hands.
Now between the light and the dark
she cooks the dried fruits of yester-years.

Often, her thoughts take shape,
oft also is the distant music
of Glen Miller overheard
as it warms radio valves
in a long defunct wooden case.

I used to water the tall green ferns
that survived her
I became her curator
and sometimes in my self-talking mind
my words became hers,

while we listened together
to the ghostly echoes
of our shared living-space.

Tugging On Heart Strings

This verse might bite, straight into some hearts
       Hack open tough sternums, pull rib cages apart
   Anaesthesia's unnecessary, wouldn't do any good 
       It ain't bypass surgery, I'll be keeping the blood 

   Yeah a mission of mercy, an operation to save face
      Your fate has been chosen, not here touching base
   I'm searching for strings, inside your heart valves 
       For this vampire flosses, and scared of root canal


Something Spooky 8 to 16 lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin 
12/10/2021

Invasive

life had become a flat line

a once wonderful rhythm 

ceased to pulsate 

not even palpitations


pressure had won over

struggling on

depression self-harm

cognitive dysfunction


one final cut

then he touched her heart

excised rotten valves

replaced them with joy


bypassed clots of despair

offered new lease of love

sleeping beauty woke up

from deep slumber


when the surgeon

closed the wounds 

she bore her scars with

gratitude and pride


10th September 2021

Contest: The One Who Touched My Heart

Sponsor: Regina McIntosh

Another List of Strip Poetry

SAILING

            life is a sea
            immense... and since
            comes in stormy waves,
            browse if necessary...!


              (FIFTH)

            as fallen dry leaf
            by the wind was swept away,
            that's how I took my life...
            all love and all the time,
            with all me inside...!

                STRIP
                DREAMS

              Dreams
              smooth
              cruel reality...
              Dreams;
              exhaust valves... !

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