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Joesephine Remarnier Poem
**For Destoyer Poet's Contest
Rock ~ Paper ~ Scissors
He threw ‘round his bouldery weight,
Threatening to smash all with his gait
Filled with shear fear
Wishing paper was here,
O’ our threads have been snipped by the fates!
But in flew the papery prints
The champion of scissors long since
So loud did we rattle
Crying out for a battle
That the stout flint began to wince.
Pulp pounced like a wafery veneer
Then crumbling was all we could hear
And after the trouble
The remains were just rubble
But paper knew something was *****.
He screamed that we misunderstood,
But it’s his head that’s made from thick wood
With no rocky pain
It’s scissors that reign
And we cut him to shreds where he stood.
**I should stop watching Game of Thrones LOL!
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Joesephine Remarnier Poem
All I need is a coffee and some Advil
A little selective remembering will help.
Caring is far too inconvenient.
Your indifference is startling.
Your beauty is unoriginal
And it unoriginally takes my breath away.
When I saw you, our eyes did not meet
Creating
Manic ripples of uncontrollable fears
concerning my shortcomings.
Your beauty
as it goes
Allows you a life free from expectations
Selfish lovely thing.
Attaining forgiveness with your thick lashes
Who could stay mad?
You are driving me mad.
Customarily unaware of your power,
My body explodes when strands are swept from you face.
Millions of my little pieces sticking to white walls
Slowly sliding down
Creating red roads
And yet your world is undisturbed.
I wait
Religiously
Possibly knelt down . . . if you so desire
For your words.
As if they could gain me admission
When they fall from your mouth with delicious unattachment,
Such distance.
And
I scurry around you catching them with a sieve.
But you are so beautiful
That I wait for your acknowledgement
Of my own worth
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Joesephine Remarnier Poem
Disappointment fills me yearly
As I shuffle Institution from Institution
Waiting to be filled with divine inspiration
Staying for my money’s worth.
Disappointment fills me weekly
As commitments strangle my time
And regularity snuffs out
The dying embers of hope
Glowing in my soul.
Disappointment fills me daily
I am ripped from dreaming beauty
As the dawn beckons reality
And the sun illuminates my existence
Sunny narcissist pessimism.
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A Mother’s Love
Encased in a lovely embryonic slime
A diamond, Parasol seventeen eighty nine
Refracting and reflecting all of the woe,
That you wish to throw
Entombing me ever with you corporal presence
Snuffing the embers before the fire makes sense
Oxygen less space where the world cannot burn,
It comes with the turn
A poisonous love that was roll’d on with rage
Deep Iodine red and dripping unscathed
When the burning reality eats me up whole,
The toxic takes a toll.
Successfully regurgitated fully intact
Pain cannot break a blood bond contract
The horrible void could not me digest,
Malnourished incest.
I sit on a stool built high with love
Watching the world die from above
I would not suffer all she endured
The world would not touch me
the way it did her
I can’t feel a thing.
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Cinematic sweeping declarations
illusions for looming reality
festering hope has realization
as disappointment gathers daily
My heart waits for the victory of dreams
but they are weighted in life’s heavy scales
and there your charm has no tender scene
a space where fantasy cannot prevail.
Reality defiles Duality
as cruel time deconstructs Hope’s fallacy
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Flames and fire are Devil’s friend,
melting, melting till the end,
conglomerate conformity
Oh God have you abandoned thee?
My freedom hand hits iron wall,
I’m simmered in a hamster ball,
running, running on worn out knee
Oh God have you abandoned thee?
My waxy self runs from the heat,
alas, alas I have no feet,
they’ve melted patriotically,
Oh God have you abandoned thee?
My colours blend unto a grey
My past has just been wiped away
Star spangled mediocrity
Oh God have you abandoned thee?
I gaze up high to see the rim
pray, save us from this burning sin,
free individuality,
Oh God please don’t abandon thee!
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Joesephine Remarnier Poem
When tangled hope yields to the sadness,
That sweeps like madness in a perigee tide
My soul silently abandons redress
Steady sun sings struggles of my weakness
Its rays chide that the light cannot abide
When tangled hope yields to the sadness
Thick sorrow of humanity manifests
Releasing its turmoil within drawn sighs
My soul silently abandons redress
Comfort comes through forgetfulness, unless
The gnawing fear refuses to subside
When tangled hope yields to the sadness
Because the darkness remains unaddressed
I am forced daily to cry and abide,
My soul silently abandons redress
Yet I cannot contain the emptiness
And only God knows how hard I’ve tried
When tangled hope yields to the sadness
My soul silently abandons redress
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Joesephine Remarnier Poem
Big Bang transpires when you crack the spine
As eager eyes sweep the rows
Language consumes until you’re mine
Trapped inside a world of prose.
As eager eyes sweep the rows
Fact and fiction copulate
Trapped inside my world of prose
Possibilities generate.
Fiction’s reality without the proof
We haven’t the time to argue what’s real
Although our scientists remain aloof
Worlds are created through what we feel.
We have no time to argue what’s real
Too busy scribbling forth existence
Worlds are created through what we feel
Your mental refuge with our assistance.
Too busy scribbling forth existence
Although our scientists remain aloof
Your mental refuge with our assistance
Fiction’s reality without the proof.
**For Jared's Pantoum Contest
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How can it be history,
when the pain leaves me breathless?
Iron past that wrings my lungs
soaked heavy in sorrow
until that mysterious liquid escapes from my eyes.
How can it be past,
when the darkness becomes my shadow?
Harassing smiles and reminding pleasure
that there is no vacancy
within.
How can it be over
when I am covered in those moments?
Microwaving a frozen dinner,
collapsing on the floor with grief
my cat a solitary witness
to this complexity of living.
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I want to be a linker
show the connectivity in random
but my absence from the collective
has
prevented fruition.
I know you've seen everything
little sister
Through big brother's slots
in a three cent
cardboard box,
but I want to show you
the silvery spider strings
of ordinary things,
I want that light to shine
in a coffee shop sign
and froth realization in your cup
because the doughnut knows
nothing
and
everything
and
forever
and
continuity.
No milky dilution
or sweety frame
the truth must be a stark dark.
Then will you see
the connection between you and me
is stronger then solitary.
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