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Escaping Rhymed Detonation

Malevolent imploded uncontrollably, 
  twisting wildly maniacal posies
   amid diabolically toasted brainstem, 
angst uncompromisingly yanked tresses 
  purging stinging speech patterned rhymes
 amuck iniquitous poetic verses hung
     upside down to tormentingly dry, 
    facing other inimically knotted borders of
  antagonistic galleries in deranged snapshots 
           razing warped poetical tapestries,  
tripping on tunes of whiskey rushes' savoy truffles
    and greenish tangerines whilst Led Zeppelin's 
 Sick Again danced upon reflective ceiling tiles, 
time written sideways 'round alleged autonomy
    hidden furthermost immune masked mirror images,
   debauching Greek braille calligraphy's vindication
           on walls of graffito scripted physicality 
       calling out 'tween hysterical compulsions, 
  naught one heeded the sounds of synapses 
     about ill-fated half moon's arresting arc, 
   synthetic doomsday's clocks aptly chimed 
    quarter to analytical cuckoo's nest repudiation, 
  still awaiting on serendipity to surrender 
           furthermost rabbit hole's curiouser rants,
relinquishing unwell-languaged compilations' sabotage - -
      circumventing rhythmically subversive escaped detonation

Copyright © Paloma P | Year Posted 2017


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  1. Date: 5/3/2019 10:34:00 PM

    Delightfully creative and unique. Great poem!
  1. Date: 2/21/2018 2:16:00 AM

    Fantastic job! Wonderfully, written. Really could not compliment this monumental work enough. This one will remain a classic. Homerun, out of the ballpark!
  1. Date: 1/4/2018 1:43:00 PM

    "... debauching Greek braille calligraphy's vindication..." --- I love torturing anything Greek. It's just patricide. I allege my autonomy too. --- great fun read!
  1. Date: 8/2/2017 5:37:00 PM

    I am overwhelmed by this overwhelming poem and I will definitely covet it. My compliments ,indeed, Paloma!
  1. Date: 8/2/2017 5:35:00 PM

    I am overwhelmed by this overwhelming and will definitely covet this great poem. my compliments, indeed .Paloma.!
  1. Date: 5/23/2017 1:25:00 PM

    all claims of autonomy are suspect. ----- "The media is the message". - Marshall Mcluhan
  1. Date: 4/6/2017 10:07:00 PM

    Paloma, it was a furious 3 months for you. Hope to see you again some day.
  1. Date: 4/3/2017 1:13:00 AM

    A well penned poem. Brilliant.
  1. Date: 3/15/2017 6:34:00 PM

    I love to read something with such depth that speaks to articulate minds who by contrast savor yet devour voraciously your magnificent offerings in this work of art! Outstanding Paloma! 7 ; ) A Fave.
  1. Date: 3/4/2017 10:00:00 AM

    Hi Paloma, pushing the barriers once again with another excellent piece. Once again you just let the words flow, painting your thoughts within emotion. You have let the imagination sing. This has to be a seven for me Paloma. Hugs....Mike. XX
  1. Date: 2/26/2017 10:55:00 PM

    Wow, yeah that's the word. Powerful and so doggone attractive.
  1. Date: 2/18/2017 8:35:00 AM

    As authors we rewrite reality. A most interesting collection of thoughts.
  1. Date: 1/22/2017 2:19:00 AM

    P.S. while Socrates n' his clique of ostentatious robes scamper off to lick their gnostic wounds, n' the depraved offspring of Calvin bolster themselves in high towers of reformity, "i'll just keep on rollin'on with the grace of The Lord above"(Led Zep) DRMF
  1. Date: 1/22/2017 1:28:00 AM

    Hi Paloma, as others, missed ya. Not only pushing the envelope but dropkicking the mailman into celestial abyss. Freeing yourself out of the confines of the poetical box. Dancing 'round the bonfire of vanities whilst swigging sour mash outa the bottle, grooving to the deep sensual beat of classic blues rock, thumbing your nose at the intellects all propped up proper in bowties half clapping but inwardly highbrowing. Keep ur finger on the button. I celebrate ur explosion. U tha bomb. DRMF
  1. Date: 1/4/2017 3:36:00 PM

    Your poetry is always unique Paloma....Welcome Back and I wish you a Happy New Year.
  1. Date: 1/4/2017 12:02:00 PM

    Simply mind-blowing, Paloma. Your poems give me the right cuppa of inspiration I need. I'm w/San ... really enjoyed this poem complex connections. Loved the line ... synthetic doomsday's clock aptly chimed ... Your sophisticated usage of language is incomparable. Sometimes even hard for an old vanguard wordsmith like me to understand. But, I just re-read until I do grasp what I believe you are trying to impart to us. Keep the cutting edge poetry sharp. Happy New Year. May love light your path.
  1. Date: 1/4/2017 8:27:00 AM

    Sounds serious, Paloma. However, I am glad you are back. I have missed you:)
  1. Date: 1/4/2017 8:19:00 AM

    Your poetry makes a kaleidoscope mundane, no matter how many times the color or shapes change. This was a surreal experience that has capture a few of my favorite things like "tangerines" and "Led Zeppelin", not necessarily in that order. What a wild ride Paloma.
  1. Date: 1/4/2017 8:01:00 AM

    You sure make coffee-thirty more interesting!
  1. Date: 1/4/2017 7:42:00 AM

    I think I agree with Rick :) It's a sort of Alice drinking too much on New Years Eve wile dancing to Led Zeppelin and ending up with the flu. :) that said. I love the dizzyingly speed and nausea it creates.
  1. Date: 1/4/2017 7:32:00 AM

    I think I just fell down your rabbit hole then! Quite a magical place my friend! Imagination! What a creation!