Calabim - Hello Poetry

More for me, more for you More for us, more ado This I can't help, the fire within I try to say nay but nay it is to kin This music in my soul, it needs a singing bowl This freedom in my lips, it needs a tap O drips These winds of thy awry They rip & shred & die The howls of the one remain They leave their ****** stain Non-sensical words amok Non-sensical days tick tock

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Feb 8, 2025

Feb 8, 2025 at 6:01 AM UTC

Calabim

16T) Non-sensical (D9444T)

More for me, more for you More for us, more ado This I can't help, the fire within I try to say nay but nay it is to kin This music in my soul, it needs a singing bowl This freedom in my lips, it needs a tap O drips These winds of thy awry They rip & shred & die The howls of the one remain They leave their ****** stain Non-sensical words amok Non-sensical days tick tock

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This is a story of Water Of Puddles and Drops Of Struggles and Flops This is a story of Water Of Rivers and Lakes Of Mounds & Quakes This is a story of Water Of Water where None Of Water where Sum This is a story of Water A Water where Thy A Water where Why

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Feb 3, 2025

Feb 3, 2025 at 12:29 PM UTC

Calabim

11T) This is a story of water (D9342T)

This is a story of Water Of Puddles and Drops Of Struggles and Flops This is a story of Water Of Rivers and Lakes Of Mounds & Quakes This is a story of Water Of Water where None Of Water where Sum This is a story of Water A Water where Thy A Water where Why

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All the living With dead hands I climb Deeper Deeper Deeper into every grave That lies on the edge of moments They dance in the middle I hang on the side-- lines tied arranged around my neck Pearls once seized In bubbles that once bleed Every inhale sinking Deeper Deeper Deeper until it strikes the oceans floor A ripple A wave A shakedown Every last coin rippled from the tree Scattered Littered A Frenzy of what might have been Sunk treasure Sinking Synching With ocean eyes A hydrothermal vent Sprouts with wisdoms flight In whirlpool bouts Sends me sending Sends me out-- sending Strata of enzyme Stripping of strapless time Unhinged Unholy Soundly Unsound with every bound A filter A funnel A reverberating tunnel A shifting a snake A clearing of every take In colouring seals with every layer I unpeel That which was added Sanctimoniously padded This walls of madhouse My house My home Lost . . . An incorporeal snare Words that once found form swarm bare as they once were, it's bearing new, unbearing unbearable. I clamor for those pearls with memories of clams galore I yearn for the lore which was my everyday bore that called me forth and turned reality... That dream in a set of dreams The idle snore No more Please I beg Send me that/back...

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Feb 2, 2025

Feb 2, 2025 at 6:12 AM UTC

Calabim

?T) With dead hands I climb

All the living With dead hands I climb Deeper Deeper Deeper into every grave That lies on the edge of moments They dance in the middle I hang on the side-- lines tied arranged around my neck Pearls once seized In bubbles that once bleed Every inhale sinking Deeper Deeper Deeper until it strikes the oceans floor A ripple A wave A shakedown Every last coin rippled from the tree Scattered Littered A Frenzy of what might have been Sunk treasure Sinking Synching With ocean eyes A hydrothermal vent Sprouts with wisdoms flight In whirlpool bouts Sends me sending Sends me out-- sending Strata of enzyme Stripping of strapless time Unhinged Unholy Soundly Unsound with every bound A filter A funnel A reverberating tunnel A shifting a snake A clearing of every take In colouring seals with every layer I unpeel That which was added Sanctimoniously padded This walls of madhouse My house My home Lost . . . An incorporeal snare Words that once found form swarm bare as they once were, it's bearing new, unbearing unbearable. I clamor for those pearls with memories of clams galore I yearn for the lore which was my everyday bore that called me forth and turned reality... That dream in a set of dreams The idle snore No more Please I beg Send me that/back...

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When no songs can find you soothe you bind you When no strings are played, when all chords are laid In front of you aside Ripped out next to the heart The heart that once was warm That pumped so fluidly with every tune The heart that so easily reached for tears that so easily cried Where art thou Heart vanishing now It's there in a glance it's at the end of the road too That music which was its local tune all too Empty vacuum Seeking threads Old threads New threads The thread Red thread Gold thread Ooo the existential squeeze without the heart & music art I fray all too easily All too easily I fray … I am crushed by the dichotomy The inevitability of impulse when the heart does one show The Sagacity of moment that lines the myelin shock The Flushing Inebriation with an exhale catching up The Sobriety & Disparity & Liquidity of What Is Good I Need not reconcile & Yet I cannot abstain from impulse It is a cycle that never knows resolution A whip with no absolve

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Jan 19, 2025

Jan 19, 2025 at 5:42 PM UTC

Calabim

?T) Where Art Thou Heart / All too easily I fray / I am crushed by the dichotomy / A whip with no absolve

When no songs can find you soothe you bind you When no strings are played, when all chords are laid In front of you aside Ripped out next to the heart The heart that once was warm That pumped so fluidly with every tune The heart that so easily reached for tears that so easily cried Where art thou Heart vanishing now It's there in a glance it's at the end of the road too That music which was its local tune all too Empty vacuum Seeking threads Old threads New threads The thread Red thread Gold thread Ooo the existential squeeze without the heart & music art I fray all too easily All too easily I fray … I am crushed by the dichotomy The inevitability of impulse when the heart does one show The Sagacity of moment that lines the myelin shock The Flushing Inebriation with an exhale catching up The Sobriety & Disparity & Liquidity of What Is Good I Need not reconcile & Yet I cannot abstain from impulse It is a cycle that never knows resolution A whip with no absolve

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Only the other day the vividity was insane The world my eyes see was smelting/melting & the world my I's see was smelting/melting But just then, as I found my centre The Fantasia of old would hardly enter It was enough of the stuff & much more than most men Yet a part of me wants back to that fantastical Zen

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Jan 16, 2025

Jan 16, 2025 at 9:13 AM UTC

Calabim

10T) The Fantasia of Old (D9311T)

Only the other day the vividity was insane The world my eyes see was smelting/melting & the world my I's see was smelting/melting But just then, as I found my centre The Fantasia of old would hardly enter It was enough of the stuff & much more than most men Yet a part of me wants back to that fantastical Zen

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Mother my mother, the rain to my cover. Mother my mother, my boat to my rudder. Mother my mother, bright like the colour. Mother my mother, your death make me shudder. Mother my mother, not from the gutter. Mother my mother, flexi like flubber. Mother my mother, oh stretch like the rubber. Mother my mother, oh change like the summer. Mother my mother, no please don’t suffer. Mother my mother, no please no bother. Mother my mother, she's not my lover. Mother my mother, but boy do I lov er.

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Jan 15, 2025

Jan 15, 2025 at 2:15 PM UTC

Calabim

1T) Mother My Mother (D9000T)

Mother my mother, the rain to my cover. Mother my mother, my boat to my rudder. Mother my mother, bright like the colour. Mother my mother, your death make me shudder. Mother my mother, not from the gutter. Mother my mother, flexi like flubber. Mother my mother, oh stretch like the rubber. Mother my mother, oh change like the summer. Mother my mother, no please don’t suffer. Mother my mother, no please no bother. Mother my mother, she's not my lover. Mother my mother, but boy do I lov er.

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Blowing Bubbles of Lemma Lexeme Maps Spherical Popping A Sticky Lip Wrap A tongue that is catching the drops that fall Splat! GobbledeGone

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Dec 26, 2024

Dec 26, 2024 at 10:41 AM UTC

Calabim

?T) Tip of The Tongue & GobbledeGone

Blowing Bubbles of Lemma Lexeme Maps Spherical Popping A Sticky Lip Wrap A tongue that is catching the drops that fall Splat! GobbledeGone

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