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a flower brain across the rain,
scents of love mixed up with rage,
love was the feeling of desires,
an eye so blind in times of anger,
whims boiling heavy rain,
my flower brain can touch, can smell,
forever wet, always in the motion of the mind,
electric juice to pour a web of luxury and vivid gaze,
scarves of woody oils, petrol and water,
steams of refreshing scents indulge the body of your reign,
gentle rose blooming in the void of the Universe,
red petals melting the coldness up above the sky,
the seed, the blossom of science and genesis,
a shore of steam freezing the burning flames of hell,
it’s a heaven of divine architecture,
the throne and treasures of the magic life,
a rose so red, exploding the structure of the Universe,
decimating, vanishing a galaxy,
time’s wonder would melt and wound my lust.


(Buy my book 'The Allure Of Time' from amazon.)
Allen James Mar 12
I have been offered the position of a Poet,
In the office high above the fields
where my ripe and naked heart
has labored carelessly,
And the daily quotas of insecurity
were nowhere to be met.

I've worked hard for this promotion,
And even harder to decline it.
Katie V-W Jan 20
Requisitioned power,
Ignored incitement,
that is uncomfortable.
                                        Clean it up, please.
Honesty is requested,
But make it metaphoric,
                                        coded.
Think as a 'we',
                                        in a loop of narcissism.
A truth to be worked at,
                                        unresolved introspection.
Show the struggle,
                                        without victimisation.
Within the complexity remain visibly invisible.
Gina Dec 2018
Why
You’ve been standing
For much too long, my dear
Let’s step into the office

Now
You may notice
The little chair placed in front of my desk

And trust me
I’m well aware of the rumors you’ve heard
Regarding this chair

I know you’re petrified of what’s to come
Or, rather, what will be no more
The second that chair owns you

And I’m here for reassurance
To plead you not to worry
For you’re truly safe in my presence

And there’s no need to pick up
The belongings you left in the hallway
Your coworkers can take care of that

No
It certainly won’t be effortless
For all the heavy things you’ve left behind
Are just as difficult to carry for everyone else
But with the practice
They’ll grow muscles stronger than the beastly hulk

Now allow me to introduce myself

Hi! I’m Death, your new boss.

Have a seat.
Alyssa Underwood Feb 2016
Awakening will find me
through the daily mundane
faith's step in front of tiny step
for the sake of Christ's great name
Even David the brave did not set out
with a lofty ambition to see the giant slain
but walked forth instead with a servant's heart
obediently for his father, carrying cheese and grain
and as he went in faithfulness about this simple errand
God raised him up with sling and stone to champion His fame
*Inspired by this morning's sermon from Doug Rutt
Jack L Martin Aug 2018
Do you really like my poem?
Does it make you stop an think?
As you read down through the prose
does it reek and start to stink?

Did you click the "like" button
Because you thought it might
Boost ratings for your own verses
well, dam it!  that's not Right!

I joined this site
To make things right
with stuff inside my mindset

If your "like"
is true in heart
I thank you for your kindness!

Please move along
Don't get me wrong
I do not like pretenders

Or selfish acts
that serve the purpose
To promote your own agendas

Take some time now
to reflect
on all your true intentions

If what I write
is not your style
Then post your own inventions!

In closing
I would like to say
I thank you for your time

If cheating is
your true intention
You'll suffer for your crime!
buying the operator off
is such a bonzer
notion
the whiff of currency
ensuring lofty
promotion

money does the talking
at that particular
place
speaking ever so crudely
was an utter
disgrace

but a most unfortunate
day would soon
arrive
when the wallet ran
out of paying
contrive

the avarice shown by
ye collecting
master
knew no end in its
voracious
caster

once he'd extracted
every bit of
cash
he moved onto the
next aspirant's
stash
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