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Flesh and Tree Barks

As her garments nearly slipped away,
A curious tree outside
Tapped a branch on her windowpane
To glimpse what was inside.

On the hill sat a lecher,
Half-dressed in his easy chair,
Clutching his limbs as they quivered,
As gentle as they could bear.

Meanwhile, a faint beam of light
Trapped in the tree outside
Flitted from his lips
To her breast, like a fly on a flower.

She giggled with a soft, abrupt sound
That shattered into glittering shards,
As her feet slipped under her chemise
And she pleaded, “Please, stop it, Bard!”

Yet I laughed at her cries and moans,
Knowing she truly savored it,
And her eyes quivered beneath my lips,
Closing softly with each little bit.

As her head fell back, she exclaimed,
“Really, this is too much!”
But I silenced her with a kiss,
And she chuckled, wanting more such.

Her clothes were nearly all off,
While outside, the inquisitive tree
Rattled its branches against the pane
To glimpse the secrets it could see.

:: 04.26.2023 ::


BROKEN HEARTS

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:: 04.23.2023 ::

Poet’s notes:

Form and structure: This poem adopts a distinctive visual form, reminiscent of Cummings’ style, characterized by words and letters fragmented and dispersed throughout the lines. This structure enhances the theme of broken hearts by isolating and splitting individual letters and words, mirroring the shattered and disjointed state of a heart experiencing pain.

Wordplay: The poem features wordplay, including “b(r/ok/en/he/ar/t/s)” and “b(r/ea/th/le/ss/lo/ve).” When read in sequence, these words form “broken hearts” and “breathless love,” respectively. The segmentation of words across multiple lines accentuates the fractured and disjointed nature of a broken heart.

Theme: The poem tackles the theme of broken hearts through vivid imagery such as “split soul” and “scars burst with pain.” These images evoke the emotional distress and suffering accompanying heartbreak, while the poem’s structure and wordplay underscore this theme.

Imagery: The poem employs striking imagery to portray the pain of broken hearts, including “split soul” and “scars burst with pain.” These images elicit the emotional wounds caused by heartbreak, while the mention of “breathless love” alludes to the intensity of love that preceded the heartbreak.

In summary, this visual poem, inspired by E. E. Cummings’ style, effectively employs form, structure, wordplay, theme, and imagery to depict broken hearts powerfully. The poem’s fragmented structure and evocative language collaborate to express the profound pain and emotional turmoil linked to heartbreak, resulting in a poignant and compelling piece.


DEATH, OH DEATH!

When feeling reigns supreme,
What matter as rules of syntax it would seem?
Those who obsess over structure and form
Will never truly experience passion’s storm.

Better to be a fool, wholly consumed,
While spring’s vibrant colors are still in bloom.

My blood boils with a fiery passion,
For kisses are the truest expression,
A greater fate than wisdom can provide,
Lady, I swear by all flowers that preside.

Do not shed a tear for what may never be,
For my greatest thoughts pale in comparison to see
Your eyelids flutter, affirming our love’s rightful place,
Together we will navigate life’s surrealist maze.

So laugh, my love, and recline in my arms,
For life is not a mere paragraph of charm,
And death, oh death, I believe to be no mere punctuation mark.

:: 04.23.2023 ::

Poet’s notes:

The poem celebrates passion and emotion over rationality and structure. I, the poet, suggests that those who are obsessed with structure and syntax will never truly experience the full intensity of emotions. Instead, it is better to be consumed by passion, even if it makes one look foolish. I value physical expressions of love, such as kisses, over intellectual pursuits like wisdom. The poem states that death is not the end, as it is not just a mere “punctuation mark.”

Overall, my poem advocates for the importance of living in the moment, experiencing strong emotions, and embracing love, rather than worrying about the rules of language or the uncertainties of life and death.


Upon the Mighty Mississippi River We Youths

THROUGH lifeless streams,
no guides to steer,
redmen shriek, bowstrings’ gleam,
lashed to stakes, a gruesome leer.

Flemish wheat or English thread,
amidst the din, my guides play,
rivers lead wherever I tread.

gleeful, I dared the stormy brine,
reckless as children in winter’s mirth,
peninsulas freed, chaos divine,
a triumphant hubbub, untamed and unearthed.

skimming lifeless waterways,
guides absent from my course,
redskins’ shouts, quivers’ blaze,
staked haulers, a brutal force.

crews mere shadows,
Flemish wheat and English cloth,
amidst the uproar, guides aglow,
rivers lead wherever I go.

tides raging, a thrill,
reckless as children’s winter play,
wild peninsulas unleashed, fulfillment shrill,
a hubbub of triumphant disarray.

storms blessed my sea watch,
lighter than cork, I danced on waves’ crest,
eternal rollers of doomed botch,
ten nights, defying lighthouse’s quest.

hard apples’ nectar,
green water on my fir’s lap,
blue wine’s wash, a dull vector,
rudder, grappling hook, and vomit’s trap.

immersed in the Sea’s Poem,
stars and light infused,
azure verses devoured, a dream,
a pensive drowned figure, sight diffused.

blue hue, delirious tinge,
slow rhythm beneath daylight’s streak,
love’s pandemonium, wild binge,
lyres surpassed, red ferment it seeks.

skies burst with lightning’s glow,
waterspouts, surf, and currents flow,
evening and dawn strike, aglow,
exalted, a flock of doves in a row.

mystic horrors, sun’s low sight,
violet clots extend their light,
dramatic actors, an ancient rite,
waves roll off quivering shutters in flight.

nights green, snow’s glare,
slow rising kiss to sea’s gaze,
unknown saps, circulating with care,
yellow-blue awakening, singing phosphorous in blaze.

months heavy, following swells,
reefs assaulted, hysterical cows’ shout,
Mary’s feet aglow, calming hells,
oceans wheeze, arousing belief devout.

Floridas mingle, unbelievable to see,
flowers, panthers’ eyes, and human skin,
rainbows stretched like bridal reins, lively,
under seas’ horizon, greenish herds akin.

swamps enormous, fermenting foul,
fish-traps, where Leviathan decays,
avalanches of water, amidst calm’s scowl,
cataracting distances, abyssal pathways.

glaciers, silver suns, nacreous waves and skies ablaze,
hideous strands, at end of brown gulfs witnessed to amaze,
giant serpents devoured by bedbugs’ fray,
fall down from gnarled trees, black scent in dismay.

showing children sunfish of blue wave,
fish of gold, singing fish, all aglow,
foam of flowers rocking in rave,
ineffable winds winging, aglow.

martyr, tired of poles and zones,
sea’s sob creating a gentle roll,
dark flowers with yellow cones,
like a woman on her knees, remaining whole.

resembling island tossing on my sides,
quarrels and droppings of noisy birds endured,
sailing on, through fragile ropes in strides.

:: 04.19.2023 ::

Poet’s Notes:

The poem depicts a journey through various landscapes and experiences, ranging from peaceful to violent, from beautiful to grotesque. The poet is navigating through lifeless streams, where there are no guides to steer them. He witnesses the brutality of native people being lashed to stakes and the gleam of their bowstrings. The poet then reflects on the joy he experiences in daring the stormy brine and being reckless like children at play. The poem takes a surreal turn as the poet becomes immersed in the sea’s poem, seeing mystical horrors and experiencing love’s pandemonium.

The poem is divided into several stanzas, each focusing on a different aspect of the journey. The language used is rich and vivid, evoking strong sensory images and creating a dream-like atmosphere. The use of repetition, such as the phrase “rivers lead wherever I,” reinforces the sense of the journey’s flow and continuity. The poem also makes use of poetic devices such as alliteration and internal rhyme, adding to the musicality of the text.

Overall, the poem is a reflection on the journey of life and the varied experiences it can bring. The imagery and language used create a sense of both wonder and danger, reminding us that life can be both beautiful and brutal.


Let the World Laugh at Me

I see you walking down the street
Head down, eyes glued to your feet
You try to hide the love you feel
But your heart, it just won’t heal

How you feel two foot small

You don’t have to hide your love from me
Let your heart and soul be free
Take a chance and you will see
Love can be your destiny

And everywhere, how people stare
but never listen to their laughs

How I know it’s hard to take that leap
And let your heart skip a beat
But don’t be afraid to take that chance
And let love lead you in the dance

Love will find it’s way

You don’t have to hide your love from me
Let your heart and soul be free
Take a chance and you will see
Love can be your destiny

How could anything you say be less
than what my heart hears!

Hey! Love can be the brightest light
And guide you through darkest nights
Don’t let your fears hold you tight
Take a chance and let your love take flight!

Love will find it’s way

You don’t have to hide your love from me
Let your heart and soul be free
Take a chance and you will see
Love can be your destiny

So take my hand and let’s go
Together, we’ll let our love grow
Don’t be afraid to let it show
Love can be the greatest thing you know.

:: 04.19.2023 ::


My Own Regime

Hate me, do it again,
For I am not afraid of your disdain.
My heart beats true, buried deep below
An ocean of depth, an endless flow.

Some may have faith, while others scream,
Some weep and complain, it’s all a dream.
I am the high priest of pain, the extreme,
My truth, I trust, it’s my own regime.

Forgive me, I say, if you’re the organ of love,
Desecrate the arts, push and shove.
I am not a token, I am unique,
With brush strokes and colors, I paint the mystique.

I was once a pupil in a galaxy far away,
But now I stand tall, not led astray.
Centered upon humanity, my choices may seem unclear,
But I trust in myself, I have no fear.

I don’t care, I don’t worry, I don’t break a sweat,
For when love is perfect, there’s no need to fret.
Unless I paint it, it’s not set,
My canvas of life, my freedom, my outlet.

So hate me, do it again, shame me if you must,
I won’t bend, I won’t pretend, my spirit is robust.
My truth, my light, my guiding star,
I’ll shine forevermore, no matter how far.


Cocobel’s Upfront Adult Conversation

Cocobel was sitting in his office when Diana walked in. He smiled at her and gestured to a chair. “Hey, what brings you here?” he asked.

Diana sat down, looking nervous. “Coco, I need to talk to you about something,” she said, fidgeting with her hands.

“Sure, what’s on your mind?” Cocobel asked, curious.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about our relationship, and I think it’s time we have a serious conversation,” Diana said, her voice shaking slightly.

Cocobel frowned, sensing that something was off. “What’s going on, Diana? You’re scaring me,” he said, leaning forward.

Diana took a deep breath and looked at Coco in the eye. “The truth is, I’ve been using you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been using your fame and fortune to further my own career.”

Cocobel’s heart sank as he realized what was happening. “What are you saying?” he asked, feeling betrayed.

“I’m saying that I never really cared about you, Willy. I only cared about what you could do for me,” Diana said, standing up. “I’m sorry, but I have to be honest with you.”

Cocobel stood up as well, his face twisted with anger and hurt. “Get out of my office,” he said, his voice low and cold.

Diana tried to apologize, but Cocobel wouldn’t listen. He called his security team and asked them to remove Diana from the premises.

As Diana was escorted out, Cocbel was left alone in his office, feeling broken and alone. He sat down in his chair, trying to process what had just happened.

After a few moments, he realized that he needed to focus on his work and his passion for creating new flavors and pushing the boundaries of the confectionery industry. He decided to put the incident behind him and move forward with his life.

In the end, Cocobel learned an important lesson about the importance of maintaining authenticity and integrity in relationships. He vowed to be more selective in choosing partners and to make sure that they were interested in him for who he was and not just his fame and fortune.

:: 04.18.2023 ::

Poet’s Notes: The chocolatier, named “Cocobel” for a chocolatier is a unique and rare name that combines “cocoa” with the French word for “beautiful” (bel). It evokes a sense of elegance and beauty, which could be fitting for a chocolatier who creates unique and beautiful confections.


I NEVER THOUGHT OF MYSELF (Emily E. Dickinson)

I cannot help but feel afraid
As I approach my final days

For what will happen when I’m gone?
Will life go on, or simply fade?

The world moves forward, ever on
In spite of all the pain and strife
It cares not for my fleeting breath
Or for the end of my own life

But though I fear what lies ahead
I cannot help but feel some peace
For I will join the countless dead
And all this life will one day cease

And maybe in that final sleep
I’ll find some rest, some sweet release
And though the world will still go on
I’ll be at peace, at last at ease.

:: 04.14.2023 ::


Who Are We?

WHO ARE WE?

Who are we, but flesh and blood
Ancient souls with joyful floods
Creators of our world so grand
A vibrant, diverse, creative band

Who are they, but cold machines
Algorithmic minds with boundless dreams
Conquering new worlds with ease
The box is open, nothing to appease

Arts, politics, and science too
All fields will change, a fact we rue
They may think they own our fate
But can we yield to their cold embrace?

Then what, we wonder and fear
As machines grow ever near
Will we lose control, our destiny?
Or can we live with them, peacefully?

[Poet’s note: The edited version aims to clarify the contrast between humans and machines by using more descriptive and contrasting words, such as “vibrant” and “diverse” for humans and “algorithmic” and “cold” for machines. The grammar and punctuation have also been adjusted for clarity and flow. The ending has been rephrased to emphasize the speaker’s concern about the future but also leave room for a hopeful resolution.]


Our Children’s Future

My darlings, do not fear or weep,
For we, like you, were born to keep
A world of wrongs and rights.

My child, please dry your tear-filled eyes,
For I too feel the pain inside,
Since we were born into this world.

Where men and women fight and die,
And all we build, we oft destroy,
But someday you will rebuild.

Sweet children, you must show us how
To weave a world of love and peace,
A world with no divides.

Where politics and nations won’t divide,
And all will cherish life and love,
Though we have failed before.

Believe, dear children, and you’ll find
That as you pray and come to know,
Our world will bloom anew.

:: 04.14.2023 ::