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Carlo C Gomez Nov 2021
~
"Satellite, oh, satellite
who sits upon our skies
how deep do you see
when you spy into our lives?"

This is for when
coyote called
into the ether
connecting heaven to earth
For when
glasnost sang
and velvet revolution
twinkled in the humming air

This is for when
the quiet hedges
of lilies and remains
came out of darkness
For when
the misty curtain man
shopping for codes and antiquities
poisoned the salt shakers

This is for when
a spy in an alcove
twisting the thermos tops
to his dark-eyed sister
shelled the transmitters
of Radio Free Europe
For when
his wife refused

This is for when
working in the glass structure
of a Cold War
made spider and I
a measured room
an arc of doves
For when
the last step from the surface
was the end of a thin cord

~
EP Robles Oct 2021
AND if you go -- love goes away?  No, it's understood.
My love stays as freedom is a breakfast food
as if love can live with right or wrong (undestood)
or rolly-pollies are from frightful mountains made---
long enough just for you and me.

As though pain can pay the rent
regardless of genius please the talentgang comes
to collect the fallen minds and hearts upon
the sidewalks of understanding.  Everywhere.

So as it is;  my whole life:  as my coalwood eyes
burn wint-air oh waiting (my love) for spring ?(y)(w)ou(w)
un-air-stan?me
crazy
me like

evry-ting
we can do it for just Me and You.  So bring it (with love)
for a landing -- without misunderstanding -- as there is no
end what we can do together without end.

see shebert lips of babies and their beating exploding Love-hearts
: with a little luck we can help it out.

:: 10.24.2021 ::
EP Robles Oct 2021
WE walk upon the lemon slice like-Earth spinning dish
a garnish upon our plate ' a heart full of pie
and i love pasted upon your face (within orange-spilled
skies) makes mascara smear when i taste your heart

oh, moon like a drop of caught tears!
i crushed you there in my fist,
and on top of day i forgot your name
when i tasted your heart it makes mascara smear

Oh well, oh yeah
it's an open space
oh no, oh my
i died forgiving
just two hands upon
a wooden cross
and mascara smears
christ-like lover.

:: 01-11-2015 ::
glass Oct 2021
a hand of circular motion
will turn and turn without promotion
a notion of loyalty unbreaking a sure one
but also forgiving will never occur

boxed up bottles full of glass
a burn from plastic flames of past
a cast doesnt mean that broken pieces should last
for the renewal will never occur

fearsome dearsome and doleful
a spur of the moment decision thats hopeful
a bowl full of concepts berating an old soul
but also the meal will never occur

a hungry and mangled existence
a hurt that never heals, for instance
a distance doesnt make you a witness
for the pain has never occurred
10/08/21
Oculi Oct 2021
MOVEMENT I (written to be performed on tárogató, accompanied by acoustic guitar)

"The morn rises o'erhead
The baker bakes the daily bread
The people smell the blooming roses
Happiness in smaller doses

The children go off to their school
And think learning is ever so cruel
But they'll wish these days back
Everyone will wish these days back

Glowing rays crown the apartments
It is, in return, dubbed glorious hence
Though the clouds will later darken
And the air will taste of iron"

MOVEMENT II (written to be performed on baritone saxophone)

"Radiant, glowing
Destructive but invisible
The naked eye suffers
The body faulters and wilts
Crime and agony
Pain and suffering
Endless, endless throes of woes
Breaths draw short
The air becomes thin
The water grows darker
Blackness overtakes
This is the realm of Death
Come to take ye
Who dare tempt his fated word.

You, whose body fails
Whose organs rupture and fall apart
I suggest you tell your fellow man
Die screaming
The alternative is far more sinister."

MOVEMENT III (written to be performed on contrabass clarinet, accompanied by prepared electric guitar and bowed cymbals)

"Bloom (wilt)
Grow (die)
Sane (mind)
Must (cry)
...
Decay (decay (decay (decay (decay))))
And a reminder for the future folk:
Bury your dead far beneath."
This is my "poem" that will later act as a composition for a piece of improvised music. Enjoy.
Big Virge Sep 2021
Now When It Comes To Words...  
I Write On My Notepads...  
My Use of Verse...  
Is... NEVER Abstract... !!!  

But Many It Seems...  
Like To Believe...  
That Abstract Themes...  
Are Great To Read...  
When It Comes To Poetry... !!!  

Which Seems Strange To Me... ?  
  
Each To Their Own...  
I KNOW... I KNOW... !!!  
  
But Come On Folks...  
I’d Kinda Like To KNOW...  
What People Are Saying...  
In The Verse That They’re Relating... !!!  
  
WITHOUT Having To TWIST...  
My Brain Like Shrinks...  
Or... PSYCHIATRISTS... !!!  
  
So That I Can Get Someone’s Poem... !!!  
I’ve Said It Before And I’ll Say It Again... !!!  
  
I Think Straight Speaks Best...  
Rather Than... Pretence... !!!  
  
Or... Talk That Runs...  
Like It Does From Fork Tongues... !!!  
  
That’s Right From These Whites...  
Who Like To Hide Behind...  
A World of LIES...  
That Embraces Fake Smiles...  
And What’s Known As DENIAL... !!!  
  
Which Is Now A Profile...  
That Runs FAR TOO WILD... !!!  
  
In... EVERY Race...  
Which Is TRULY A SHAME... !!!  
  
Which Seems To Be Why...  
Things Are Bent Out of Shape...  
In... ABSTRACT Ways...  
In Our World Today... !!!  
  
From The Gender Blender...  
To... New Age Protectors... !!!  
  
That May NOT Be Abstract... ?!?  
But Seem To Backtrack...  
Because What They Lack...  
Are RELIABLE Facts...  
And TRANSPARENCY...  
As To What They Feed...  
  
You See Abstract Vibes...  
Are Mostly CONTRIVED...  
  
So Tend To Keep The TRUTH...  
Well Hidden From View... !!!    

Which Is Why Hip Hop...  
Is What Now TOPS...  
Global Musical Charts...  
Because of It’s HEART...  
And FORTHRIGHT Speech...  
That Keeps Things REAL... !!!  
  
Well It USED To Do...  
But Now Abstract Crews...  
Are Those Making Moves...  
With All Kinds of Weird Grooves...  
And... DIFFERENT Tunes...  
That Are... AUTO-TUNED...  
To Make Them Sound Good...  
  
But Good For... WHO... ?!?  
  
Young Minds Confused...  
By Abstract Views...  
Expressed By Youths...  
Who Are USED Like TOOLS... !!!  
  
Like Those Who USE...  
Their Verse To SHOO...  
  
AWAY What’s CLEAR...  
With Wordplay Geared...  
To Steer Readers Brains...  
ALL OVER The Place... ?!?  
  
When Their Verse Displays...  
An Array of Wordplay...  
That’s Abstract And Strange...  
And A Little Deranged... !?!  
  
When What They Say...  
And Try To Relate...  
Veers Off The Straight...  
Just Like Chicanes... !!!  
  
Well I’d Rather NOT Have To...  
...... NAVIGATE......  
What Someone’s Words...  
Are Trying To Purvey... !!!  
  
Or That’s Right SUPPLY...  
To My Minds Eye...  
  
Which Is Why My Rhymes...  
Are The Type Inclined...  
To Follow STRAIGHT LINES...  
And Staying On Tracks...  
That Stick To The Facts... !!!  
  
Rather Than Be One...  
Whose Artistry’s Loved...  
Because It STUNS...  
And Is Clearly Beyond...  
Basic Comprehension... ?!?  
  
So Becomes What Attracts...  
These PRETENTIOUS Packs...  
  
Who Are Then Quick To Claim...  
That It’s Great And ALL THAT... !!!  
Because It’s Strange...  
Just Like Their Brains... !?!  
  
That Tend To Be AFRAID...  
of Straightforward Wordplay...  
  
Which is Why They’d Rather Sway....  
To Wordplay THAT Is Defined As.....  
  
Being Seen As....  
  
........ “ Abstract “........
It's such an interesting thing, the styling of poetry, however, i'm just not a big fan of abstract art, or poetry, as this piece explains why....
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