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Rebirth...2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Verbal TapestryWhen I was a small larva I couldn't wait to grow and become the last coin to drop in the slot or another way for people to ask for your money. Maybe the old bank is empty, empty as a poor man's piggy bank. When you're a man that repels money, you also repel the dreaded fruit flies, that hover the corpse of a dead dream, a dream about happiness and a little time left for the rabbit to eat a stingray. Tradition tells, that every rabbit should do that at least once in his life or he would have seen them coming to a halt. The nearby train scared the crows from the field. Because of that, I had to go hunting until daybreak. They never returned toVerbal Tapestry2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
ZoneThe amount of toes on that man's foot astounds me.Zone4 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
I don't think my belt has been holding up my skin very well.
Every time I see a monkey, I wonder if I'm hallucinating.
That power outlet leads to the midget factory in my basement.
TonguesI love taking a bath in the blood of my enemies.Tongues4 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
The tumor on my stomach must be pulverized.
The stamina of a psychopath remains in me.
Guilty, I throw myself over to the sharp rocks below.
3 : 15 am3 : 15 am11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is It Life As Cruel And Sad
As You Always Claim ?
- No...
It Is Worse
But Not Tonight
Because Tonight It is You And It Is I
Pedro
Silva
un-gaggedWords rattle and hissun-gagged1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
snakelike rivers twisting, jousting
silenced knots that would defy
the very sword of Damocles,
tongue-sharp and flesh-thirsty.
Smothered flow, refused exodus
(like a circumscribed sky)
music-less and cramped
between the whimper and the howl;
foul and violent the taste
of muse's suffocation.
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COSMIC TOILETS1 year ago in Concrete Poetry
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The DrowningI thought I sat back listening to the beads of rain,The Drowning2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The music breaking the serenity of a rainy day,
The chill breeze caressed the glow from the candle,
Memories sailed into my mind from far far away.
Swarms of guilt aching to engulf me,
Sculpting my loneliness into a devil's lair
The flutter of thoughts like a swirl of autumn leaves,
Lit up the dark, shattered the nightmare.
Speeding into a spiral, of mushy love,
I felt her inside, desperate to flower out in bloom,
Frisking her senses, I hovered above,
Petal by petal she poisoned life into the gloom!
The light floating down and breaching into the arteries of the skies,
Flamboyan
TaintedA camouflaged mind, hiding from yourself,Tainted3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
In the quest of hunting down shadows
For, you see it only under the sun's warmth,
The very truth that sank in your shallows
The skies scorched, bringing down violent streaks
A sign of anger, mourning the loss of compassion
You marched on corpses, with your spear held high
With glory, to rebuild the legendary contraption
Pendulums and sand clocks vigorously gain pace
Greedily running out of minutes to ring
Kicking your spurs harder, in the frosty rain
Brandishing petty victories and loud anthems to sing
A bait, gleaming at the end of the tunnel
Leading only to a colossal ruin
You were dyi
bue sea 1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Haiku and Tanka..Haiku and Tanka2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
late summer...
composing a death poem
for a cicada
New Year's Eve
in Afghanistan
the same old war
cicada's death
so many ways to know
autumn
shaking off
the fly
a third time
I am getting too old
for death
revolution in Egypt
I "like" their
Facebook page
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Everyone Starts at ZeroEveryone Starts at Zero6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Everyone starts at zero.
When I met you, I had nothing for you. No hate nor love.
Where you go from zero depends on you and my perception of you.
Thinkers, artist, Christians, Atheist, people of all colors, and creeds, are welcome.
Narrow minded, followers of the flock, are not.
Artistic rivalry will earn you points. Destructive attacks will lose them.
Being original will earn you points. Trying to fit in will lose them.
Treating others with kindness will earn you points. Doing it for your own gain will lose them.
Using wit as a weapon will earn you points. Making fun at someone's expense will lose them.
Helping some one out will ear
reading futureIn the lines of a palm,reading future2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we may imagine coconuts and more.
Tropic paradise,
achieved more easily when unsought.
But if you find it in a gypsy tent and lies,
enjoy it, brother; I sympathise.
pantomime forceGringo the lilacspantomime force3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the catless grin has said
Stick 'em in the desert
Leave 'em all unfed.
Dried up watercourses
fit for killing horses
silently in pantomime
grinless cats have left us all behind
seeking fertile ground
in far distant clime.
Lancelot Price 2010 August 20
Spell Book -Tappings Chapter IWhen you're dead I'll pluck 12 hairsSpell Book -Tappings Chapter I3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
but leave your voice gas hanging there
I'll wash your eyes, and shoo the flies
and steal your clothes to chew and wear
Stable cables shunt the tears
I'll fold you up in metric thirds
With lips against your hollowed ear
I'll trickle in my sing-song words
And "Sleep" you will, and "Live" I might
Bones and blood all bundled tight
Rot you down and mark the air
No fame, no name, no stone to bear
And "Rise" you will and "Leap" I might
You won't exist until that night
Ignited soul I look to tow
Pipe lines burning - here we go.
Circus Jobs - A CareerWorking around town there was a ClownCircus Jobs - A Career3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
with perfect timing and something shiney He wore
that adorned both His chest and His sleeve.
A gorgeous Magician whose lead based make-up was killing Him.
And the Mime girl came clunking by
as she usually did at precisely non-specific hours
when it was high-lunar-noon and always too soon-
Acting out every wind She was ever blown by, using mirrors.
She'd often richochet, and became something the Clown grew fondly sick of
so for Her, He pulled out His best Silk & Milk gag -
What was up His sleeve was now down Her throat.
As She mouthed out a scream and faked silent death, Her lies reflected His
Basking n' RobbingsSalty Licks and Short Sticks with Soft Shitty EndsBasking n' Robbings3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
were at every I-Scream Stand that summer
but still, she sought all flavors
hoping her fill would put her to sleep in some
Sugar coma hematoma rigor
from which she'd awaken
some other kind of girl
who suffered no consequences from a gorge.
A gorgeous tour of assorted bores
and still no justified calories.
The Journey of PearlsGritty Bits Happy Tits was not herself on this dayThe Journey of Pearls3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and that became the girth of the calender after awhile.
"I don't even know why you came", he said
And Gritty Titty had no answer for that thread -
It meant she shouldn't have cared so much
Forced to admit "the game's over" was luck.
No one gave rat's ass or a shit
for the kind of edible garbage she bit
And winning, they said, was never the point
Gritty soaked herself in liquor and joints
And she laughed and grafted a plan to move on
Picking the scabs from the burned word "pawn"
and
in skipping the mud, she skidded to bud
as a flower in the next fertile garden.
That shit was ha
terminal3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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As You WereI follow your destructionAs You Were3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its lung-saving suction
Sniffing the air for the nose hair snare of smoke
the bad-taste joke
and I wonder where you'll go next
Thankful it's never me on your list
of fist bliss bloodshed
Letting you run loose gives me swelling joy-pride
And I love this boy-ride
with its fatal speeds of every direction
going nowhere
And when I stare
you wonder what's so goddamned awesome
Laws and Sums can't touch you
and you demonstrate how above it all
You are
No scar, no trace of regret in any step
You just go and go
and go and
I know
One day you'll never come back
and that's why I follow you
Last glimpse
In The AirSomething somewhere started to stinkIn The Air3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She inspected the trash and tore out the sink
She eyeballed her jaws and sniffed all the rags
She washed down the walls, all the while she gagged
With sanitized mitts she powdered her tits -
But the stench went on triggering seizures and fits.
His whispers & lies gave her stupors and highs -
His kisses & kindness, big balls and blue eyes
When denial wore down, she grinned at the ground
knowing Death had arrived; only now it was found.
With her Can-Opener Clarity, truth woke the worms up
So thick was the slime that it glued the heart shut
Now the Walk-Around-Corpse that was claiming to love her
Death's Antagonistic PromiseYou've said that before when you came to the door.Death's Antagonistic Promise3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I was 19 and not really ready.
With blood everywhere and glass in my hair
You saw that the incident was petty.
I took secret photos the one time you came
I was 27 and nothing had changed
You asked me a question and wrote down suggestions
But you left before writing my name.
The next time was 30, I was skinny and dirty
and smelling like You on that day.
Assessing the damage, You promised a land which
I'd see soon enough, so I'd stay.
Tomorrow marks 40 and I'm starting to worry
I've not heard a word of your plans
Like noncommiting lovers, the string-along song
I am resentful, now
Sta.sh
