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The Machine 3h

I'm not with the herd,
so many different songs,
and those poetical words,
in my life do not belong.
I'm sick of a tummy,
denies all but he fears,
the eggs will be runny,
like the angels that he hears...
He lives in solitary.
man-kind and its axe,
humanity and its fears,
He simply can't relax.....

I'm nobody,
and can change my name,
to somebody,
so pour into the blame
and water my tree.

You can't destroy me.
I have the protection
of those who came to love me
through words of my poetry.

#love #hope #dark #sad #loneliness

Barbara R Maxwell 3h

Glimmers

Lately glimmer is being used
To describe small moments
Of joy and happiness
Instead of large moments
The focus is on anything
That brings a moment of
happiness and light
Joy
It can be anything
There’s no one thing
A friendly encounter
Seeing something beautiful
Petting a cat or dog
Humor
Glimmers are magical
They offer light
Have you had yours?

Kwach Abonyo 3h

Renascence

A thud!

Garbled nattering, blurred gathering
Barbed badinage.

Ground the smell of sour grain and stale bread
Blinded by grime, gravel bites
Sobs! Sobs! Sobs!
Footsteps dashing past, dust billowing out
Tee-hee!

Gray dark sky scudding
Thousand silver threads
Celestial flame
Parched ground

Redemption!

Garbled nattering, clear gathering
The passage, solemn sea
Soft, hushed voices
Silence.

Cheers!

𝘚𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 ᴮᵉʳˡⁱⁿˢᵏʸ 4h

PORTIONS UNPARTED [I can't handle a broken handle. A picture is worth a thousand ****-ups. I can't vibe on your vibratory scale. I'm sorry that nobody survives an autopsy.]

𝘚𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 ᴮᵉʳˡⁱⁿˢᵏʸ 4h

DONNA'S FRAME WAS STRONG

and she could be thrown off steep hillsides and be A-okay. 1 day her lover, a notorious ex-lesbian named Charlotte, tried to force her into ex-lesbian *** for five dollars per hour. "Pay me seven bucks per hour or go to hell!" Donna yelled from her huge yacht that she took costly vacations on in France.

dead poet 4h

deep-seated

i shudder to heed
the animal i’ve become:
once a wolf untamed;
now a lost puppy,
squealing for his mum.

a saintly pelican, i thought meself -
back in the day,
with a bill so big as
my heart would weigh;
now, but a vulture -
feeding on the remains
of unfortunate cows:
with a crooked bill, i prey.

a scorpion’s sting
could go in vain
on skin - like a crocodile’s -
that’s proof of pain.
a chicken on the run? -
or the bloodhound
that caught her?
nah -
more like a pig for slaughter.

a rattlesnake in hiding
with its venom depleted,
i long to emerge a phoenix:
find my mission, then complete it.
purge meself of the worm:
eat it - like a songbird, mistreated;
anyway -
i should get off my high horse;
the parasite’s more...
deep-seated.

#fable #poetry #rhymescheme #identity #selfreflection #metaphors #similis #spilledink #hellopoetry