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Cecelia Francis Mar 2015
When in thin sheets my sweet Jewel lays
within that ocean-cloth soft and its waves
my limbs can then search, search, stretch, and stay

Where I cast my arms out, a net flung to sea
with currents to wriggle you closest to me
O how floating drifts us to glittering sleep
A 'translation' of Herrick's Upon Julia's Clothes
Aniseed Feb 2015
One
Is quite
Certain to
Find that each one
Adds up so
Gosh ****
Well!

It
Has rained
For a week.
I cannot take
Another moment
Of this rain just
Ruining
All my
Plans.
Cecelia Francis Feb 2015
Something along
the fine line of
leave me the
**** alone

Again it comes
quickly, that
inexorable id
charred charge
charging

Misanthropic by nature:
nothing personal,
surely, as devised
in divided dual
individuals make
a good duo with
moody id

But as a whole?
Those holed and humid
humans imps imposing
postures?
Literally, they can
all literarily eat me
out—medium-rare,
raw—
Because you like my ranty ones
Cecelia Francis Jan 2015
This is how
you start a
poem:
one word
and then
another;

make sure each
word begins with
a letter;

-Note some tone
there in each
stanza and line-

This is where the
meaning of the
poem becomes clear
to the reader;

Here is the turn,
and at the same
time its resolution;

This is how you
end a poem: with
one last word
Experiment off of Kincaids Girl
Cecelia Francis Jan 2015
Choral songs sung
in corpus mixtum,
perpetual rehearsal
within the cathedral
turned to mere stone
-only 1 or 2 heathens
in the bunch-

Liberated from speech,
pagans, and plainness
-like Liberace and his hair-
upperish limit: written
music, and past that?
Prayer
Free write from a kocik business card
Copulation
- meaning of entire human
civilization
Another shot at a haiku!
Ruthie Jan 2015
You're a Friday night
You're a Sunday drive
You're the parts of life we can't compromise..

You've got a heart of stone,
You've got a promise of gold
You're the only one able to steal my soul..
Cecelia Francis Dec 2014
Taste full
waves made
rolling
moare of
you

discom
bobulated
model
compiled
of tons of
things not
made of
us
in a
constant
grasp
of your
bending
banyan
limbs a
mangrove
combinding
to keep an
open
meyend

total
composite
of things
outside
of me
ryn Dec 2014
It was those blue eyes, sparkling with words
I dreamt about reading but believed it impossible
Too beautiful to be seen with nuclear nerds
In my breakable beaker, you'd never be soluble.

A mismatched juxtaposition, atom for atom.
Even if I permutate, molecule by molecule.
We could never have struck stable equilibrium,
I could never escape the premise of ridicule.

Spent too much time postulating the unknown
Spent far too long balancing tricky equations
Head dug too deep to realise a factor that had grown
An external variable that had encroached with similar intentions.


My hand slipped from the scale when your finger touched my own
I forgot the words "controlled reaction", momentarily
Seeing goosebumps on your skin, and other bumps now shown
I gently pushed your wayward hair behind your ear, daringly

A moment frozen in the range of sub-zeroes
Dare I forgo the mandatory steps and arrive at a conclusion?
If I do I'd garner the title, "the nerdiest of all heroes!"
My "spidey-sense" failed me this time, and awarded me with a "fist-meet-face" reaction!

Happened in a blur, nanoseconds that sang in mock.
What was it that left me in a twirl?
Propped myself up to see the wrath of a crimson-faced ****.
All fists, no brains who yelled, "Hands off my girl!"


All this hilarious yet passionately painful hullabaloo
Let me drop the beaker of sodium in the zinc basin
Forgetting not to get it wet, the moment, clearly now unglued
When suddenly, "BOOM" it sounded like a pending cremation

Jocks, and nerds, and screaming cheerleaders
Hit the ground like a lunchtime scene from downtown Baghdad
And Blondie whispers in my ear, like a gypsy mind reader
"Maybe we should cool it, for I am in love with another lad"

Her words hit home and burned like The Lindenburg on fire
Amidst the fracas, cracked voice stammered to mask my bruised latent ego
"Nothing improper... Just an attempt to save your locks from the Bunsen burner
Science is my only love, just so you know"

Thanked God for my eyes and the need for correction lenses
Those thick convexes made it easy to not reveal
Steadied my frames and packed in hasty pretences
Accusing eyes followed as I exited the room with tears concealed...


Pieter Meyer
**ryn
You may have read this before as it is a repost of my collaboration with the witty and incredible Pieter Meyer. He seemed to have gone missing, along with the poem. So here it is... Hope you enjoy it
kaylene- mary Dec 2014
I am an experiment
A mere testament of beauty
A simple little lab rat
Your safety at the expense of my pain
Just for your self-esteem gain
You have taken my freedom
And I have been beaten
But nothing can compare to the burning of my skin
And my torment within
I've been shredded of self-worth
Shredded of fur
All for our beloved Monsieur
I've been ravished in chemicals
Suffered through medicals
And it’s all been for you
Painted in methylene blue
So by now I surely hope that you like what you see
Even after all they've done to me
I hope my pain and suffering will suffice
And even after all this sacrifice
I hope you feel beautiful
While I feel pharmaceutical
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