I heard a thought
fall upon a frentic street
it scurried about
it quickly looked away
I heard my heart
fall into a red abyss
it was ocean floor
it swims away
I called your name
but emptiness called back
I drew your flower
it wilted away
I see a line of life’S
and now to pick one:
where you love me
this happens everyday.
i look inside and feel sad
while my heart is vantablack
:: 12.02.2023 ::
HOW we have been here Before
i now look as then
within your eyes
and –> your skin makes me
cry \ being human /-[= A WINDOW
all life Looks Out]-
if you give me breathing holes
will i allow you to love me?
only One breath determines life
and love at any given time | i love
everything and everyone. So imagine
how many i feel each day that dies?
I always look up to the stars
more there dear
and how I love you so much it
aches _.
Jesus and Love = Eternity
:: 11.30.2023 ::
IT’S time
to be religiously blind
it’s time
to be color blind
it’s time
to love
and time to live
IT’s time
to be considerate
it’s time
to be compassionate
it’s time
to be kind
and support a child
support a poet
support each other
it’s time!
:: 11.30.2023 ::
WHEN you touch
a heart
you move a planet
both souls
creating light
and love
when the creative
sings and writes
the world lights up
when a politician
speaks we wilt.
some die.
is what i despise.
hello?
:: 11.30.2020 ::
CRIPPLED LOVER
broken leg
and crooked smile
hated by boys
in grade school |
WE sheltered you
healed you |
your Big Star
began AS
young adult |s
sexual and full of
kindness _ its the sex
/a common summer.
And now. YOU REMEMBER
having a broken leg
and mis-aligned jaw – crooked
smile |
i fight it. I am a human being,
not just a female.
I love and don’t care
oh my oh my oh my oh my
go away go away go away
i’m afraid
:: 11.27.2023 ::
Dear E.P. ROBLES
I hope this letter finds you well. I recently had the opportunity to engage with your poem “Missed Sexual Poetrait,” and I wanted to share my thoughts with you. Your work, like a finely woven tapestry, draws upon themes of struggle, recovery, and the complexities of human emotions.
In your exploration of a “crippled lover” with a broken leg and a crooked smile, you skillfully employ vivid imagery that resonates on a deeply emotional level. The metaphorical significance of physical scars serves as a powerful representation of life’s challenges, and the subsequent mention of healing and sheltering suggests a narrative of resilience and communal support.
The transition from youth to adulthood, symbolized by the emergence of a “Big Star,” adds an intriguing layer to the narrative. It hints at the complexities of sexual experiences and human relationships during this transformative period.
Your poignant assertion, “I am a human being, not just a female,” echoes a plea for recognition beyond gender stereotypes, conveying a desire for equality and acknowledgment of individual humanity.
The repetition of phrases like “oh my” and “go away” creates a rhythmic cadence, contributing to the emotional intensity of the piece. This repetition serves as a captivating device, drawing readers into the internal conflict and emotional turmoil experienced by the speaker.
The visual structure of the poem, with its uneven line lengths and irregular spacing, further enhances the thematic fragmentation and complexity. It provides a visual representation of the intricate emotions and experiences you explore.
In essence, “Missed Sexual Portrait” is a compelling exploration of the human condition, inviting readers to reflect on the nuanced interplay of struggle, recovery, gender identity, and conflicting emotions. Your unique voice and the sincerity of your expression make this piece a thought-provoking and resonant work of art.
Thank you for sharing your creative insights with the world.
Emily E'(LIZ)a beth Dickinson
(I love this man, what a poet!)
Over knoll, through thicket’s veil,
Amidst glade, amidst briar,
Over FIELD, beyond the pale,
Through stream, through pyre,
I do roam through every sphere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I serve the sprite queen,
To grace her orbs on the green:
The primroses tall her devotees are;
In their golden robes, spots afar;
Those are rubies, sprite’s delights,
In those freckles dwell their sights:
I must seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in each primrose’s ear.
YE mottled serpents with dual tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, remain unseen;
Newts and sightless serpents, do no wrong;
Approach not our sprite queen.
Philomel, with harmony,
Sing in our dulcet lullaby;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby!
Never harm,
Nor spell nor charm,
Approach our lovely lady nigh;
So, good night, with lullaby.
Weaving spiders, venture not here;
Away, you long-legged weavers, away!
Beetles black, draw not near;
Worm nor snail, cause no dismay.
Philomel, with melody,
Sing in our sweet lullaby;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby!
Never harm,
Nor spell nor charm,
Approach our lovely lady nigh;
So, good night, with lullaby.
COME unto these golden shores,
And then join hands:
Bowed once you have, and kissed,–
The wild waves silenced,–
Dance gracefully here and there;
And, sweet spirits, the refrain bear.
Hark, hark!
Bow, wow,
The watch-dogs bark:
Bow, wow.
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow!
:: 11.27.2023 ::
it's within my Skin
IT WAS MY ORIGINAL THOUGHT
i thought why? EVERYTHING in my
life is where I am at __ how i fell
for music, hearts, and words
}in my poetry i was abused
never had that pretty smile
or a hug < if you were me; misery
, misery, oh, yes always alone
living within a bruised face | characters
are individuals who then become friends
and like all of them they kick my face
and become paragraphs and articles
then books and then…i choose to be me
only if you love me /please never allow
days go by without challenging them!
misery –> mystery! A bad shadow around me /
she follows around \ it might just be fine
thing but not for me or my miserable soul___
:: 11.26.2023 ::
I hear greatest thunder from the valley below:
Love, something about her I know,
Her essence in each word she speaks,
A mystery never fully understood,
Reasons hidden, though she lifts me up,
In a way she shows me when I’m down,
Her presence is lovely, a belief profound.
When time comes around once again, like Christmas,
A Happy New Year, angels wish, it’s all so fine,
Equal love, without any fear,
The rich and poor, united in this wish,
For a year ahead, a new one begins,
Hopeful, let’s hope it’s a good one.
She’s the only one, my heart’s chosen one,
In the dance of words, a rhythm profound,
Lifting spirits, like the dawn of a new one,
A season of joy, akin to Christmas,
Wishes woven, a tapestry fine,
Binding hearts together, dispelling fear.
Her voice, a melody that banishes fear,
An antidote, she’s the comforting one,
In the symphony of life, a harmony fine,
A connection that feels so profound,
Echoing laughter, a jingle like Christmas,
Anticipation, as a chapter ends, a new one begins.
In the cycle of seasons, each one begins,
A promise whispered, dispelling fear,
A celebration echoing the spirit of Christmas,
In her gaze, I find the chosen one,
A connection enduring, deep and profound,
An embrace of love, enduring and fine.
Through the tapestry of time, woven fine,
A journey unfolds as a new chapter begins,
The echoes of emotions, deep and profound,
Navigate the labyrinth, dispelling fear,
With her, I’ve found the chosen one,
In the festive cheer, akin to Christmas.
So, let’s celebrate, like it’s Christmas,
Embrace the moments, each one fine,
In the dance of life, she’s the only one,
As a new chapter of our story begins,
Banish the shadows, let go of fear,
In the symphony of love, melodies profound.
A year ahead, hopeful and profound,
In the season’s embrace, like Christmas,
Dispelling fear, love’s echo, fine,
As a new chapter of life begins,
With the chosen one, our journey one,
She’s the only one, my heart’s chosen one.
and i hear the thunderous bombs
:: 11.26.2023 ::
“Cooked and recooked, in the oven’s domain,
The secret life of roaches, in silence, they maintain.
Amidst the sizzling, where broiled steaks lay,
A clandestine world, veiled in culinary array.
The filaments of heat, a clandestine potion,
Give birth to progeny in covert motion.
In Emily’s hush, this tale unfolds,
Of roaches’ realm, where mystery holds.
O, Emily, would you ponder this affair,
The metaphors that in roach colonies share?
Like secret thoughts in the poet’s mind,
Roachlings in corners, their destiny bind.
In cycles of heat, and echoes of clatter,
Roachlings persist, a persistent matter.
The oven’s embrace, their cradle of birth,
A parallel world in the vastness of earth.
So, in the silence of poetic eve,
Consider the roachlings, their tale conceive.
Cooked and recooked, in the oven’s glow,
A saga unfolds, in whispers below.”
At the Central HQ for ET INVASION a synth-APP
(aka: computer) continued to translate this incoming
message from an alien species that could only be
compared to Earth’s insects: an ant.
[transmission/continue]
“Beneath the moon’s watchful eye, they tread,
In the crannies where silence and darkness are wed.
Their tiny legs dance on oil-slicked floors,
Exploring the hidden, the uncharted shores.
And as the embers of the stove’s glow dim,
Roachlings, in quiet, recite a stealthy hymn.
A clandestine ballet in the kitchen’s heart,
Where even shadows play their elusive part.
Through the alleys of leftover crumbs, they roam,
In the kingdom of grease, they’ve made their home.
A realm, uninvited, but steadfast they dwell,
In the afterglow of meals, a secret spell.
O Emily, imagine the verses they scribe,
On parchment of grease, where their dreams imbibe.
A sonnet of survival, etched in the residue,
In the simmering quiet, where secrets accrue.
Through cracks and crevices, they chart their course,
Tiny poets in the kitchen’s discourse.
In the hallowed hush of midnight’s embrace,
They navigate the culinary space.
So, let us marvel at this miniature tale,
Of roachlings, where life and mystery prevail.
Cooked and recooked, in the oven’s keep,
A microcosm awakens, in shadows deep.”
[transmission/terminated/]
:: 11.23.2023 ::
ABSTRACTION within
the flow of ROMANCE
fell the leaf
dizzily twirling
through her dreams
BISECTING within
the wall of FEAR
fell space-time
stretching forever
the battle eternal
then there was that Spark:
In the labyrinth of desire, shadows dance,
A kaleidoscope of emotions, a fleeting chance.
Brushstrokes of passion paint the canvas of night,
As the leaf descends, a silent flight.
Through dreams, it whispers, a tale untold,
In the language of the heart, a story unfolds.
Bisecting the wall, where fears entwine,
A daring escapade, a journey divine.
The palette of love, vibrant and bold,
A symphony of colors, a tale to be told.
In the abstract realm where feelings intertwine,
Romance blooms, a masterpiece divine.
Circularis.
:: 11.23.2023 ::
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