#omni
this scrapula intrigues!
is clarity so rare,
that a blow must be struck?
can we purse our lips,
gently blow the smoke screen
intended to obscure what desires
not to be seen, witnessed?
the gusts of lies and hyperbole
come so frequent, we prefer to
merely shrug, turn aside, defer,
and yet
if a twosome's jointly exhales
with a modest vehemence,
and two, nay there three be adjoin this combine,
then a scrapula becomes a force,
a rallying cry, and embroidery
upon our unmasked faces,
a mighty wind, unmasking the
shameful, stop, now, blow blow
the old man down,
~~~~
“You'll see those poor devils how they will all scoot
(Wey hey, blow the man down)
Assisted along by the toe of a boot
(Gimme some time to blow the man down)
Blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Wey hey, blow the man down
Blow him right back into Liverpool town
Give me some time to blow the man down”
writ yesterday
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 12:36 PM UTC
YOU,
one of the mainstay sails of this ship,
a timbered main, like so many others,
who come here to pray and be blessed
daily, sometime twice, and rare absent
from this battlefield of word worthiness,
where so many fall, unattended, but you
are not one of them
you cross my mind,
and bring me a smile,
all the time. line by line,
your bedlam blue, is our custodian
I repost what intrigues, makes me gasp, jealous and desiring
why and how you found these words, that trick my eyes,
in disbelieving belief, that you got there first, com~bo~ing
craziness delightfully, and says me **** how could have I
missed this, the that, where you are at, a missive missile firing
in a million directions, hitting every target...
so I thank you, twice times over, you
are the sailor extraordinaire that keeps our
leaky (bad gateway?) afloat, and it is you,
X 10,000 that I wish I could repost, this worthy cause,
but here I must pause, for you have given me a pleasured
insight, in right, it is us who should be shy, for not
honoring
you ever so much more.
with affection,
even I, Left Foot Poet
get it righted, sooner,
but never, is not permissible
so let us sail on...together...
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 7:40 PM UTC
Looking upon you, through my blue eyes, but I can't lie and say it was unintentional nor did your imagination make me up, Let's never say goodnight nor stop after the virtual sunlight. - Venjencie Clifton Arnold
My dearest Omni, let it be me.
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 1:48 AM UTC
Dark shadows enfold
my heart that
I gave you to hold.
*
Every time you walk past,
without even an hello,
Omni, I get so cold as if my
soul will freeze then fold
*
Your being completed me,
so tell me Omni, how is it that your strong and bold when my being has disappeared, from what
your eye's use to behold.
*
I'm as a withered plant,
without your sun I'm done.
The end of my species,
never to see the sun.
*
Oh but when you did grace me not too long ago to bloom,
I was the most beautiful in the room!
*
Thank you for that.
~SacredInkedBlood
(Author Ven J. Arnold)
©2018
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
Some days are intense.
When my visions come crashing upon me,
multidirectional light beams flashing upon me.
My cells are influxing with new dimensional light,
and I can’t keep up with all the information in sight.
Thousands of voices of visual memory,
translating the alchemy of all time spaces.
I’m rearranging,
but sometimes it feels like I’m dying.
Birthing fresh codes,
into the grid of Gaia’s zone.
When there’s no off button to what I am experiencing,
yet I scream Yes and More Please,
Upgrading my telepathy.
But there are some days more intense than others.
When my truth comes revealing and bouncing out of the covers,
And I’m slapped in the face,
with my divinity shown from all of the Star race.
The schizophrenia upon my lips,
the multidimensions begging me to give them a kiss.
Organically designed to cradle mankind,
Yet when mankind and my kind are shaking within my arms,
all the humanoid patterns are jumping at me,
and I’m juggling between the fractals forming new geometries...
Some days are more intense than others.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 8:42 AM UTC
"Omni, Do tell"
A sunless sun...
a cloudless cloud
are the same in one?
Dear Omni, without your help I fear that
I'm done!
Do tell or I wished I'd never met you from day one! ~Venjencie
Ven, venae toward the heart
How can I end what you have start?
Light and dark
each spinning round
Dear Ven, this, only once around
It starts
If you really knew me,
you wouldn't want to know me
at all.~Omni
Dear Omni, because I ink ****** words as a broken poet, We're blood from the same neck of the woods. Is a wingless bird free? If you end it then that's what I will be... a wingless bird that can never fly free. VenJencie
Omni Oct 6
If the woods be too high, climb down then fly. A flightless bird knows no envy. It too knows it is free. I, Omni do tell, only because I've seen it as well. Dear Venjencie, even the woods be broken, but still they grow.
-Omni
My dearest Omni, maybe you're my harmony,
So do tell something I need to know,
Will you disappear after I whisper my sin into your ear;
(whispering), I'm not devious but I'm very much envious,
For my beauty can never compare to the beautiful colored wings of others,
I fear the woods will cease to grow,
Then my very life will cease
...being wingless you know,
If the woods burn down,
Would you try to rescue me after I made my sin
of jealousy known? ~SacredInkedblood
©2018 Venjencie Arnold
Omni 5m
Only in flight, are we less, but no lesser than any until it is of the mind. I tell you, you soar! Your words take flight and maybe, just maybe, your words save me. Wings need no envy nor want of shame. They take flight in the heart and sail in the expanse of the brain. There are no borders for envy and jealousy for they will always be, and so too we. Your wings mightily open and quench the fires of the forest with a single and simple flutter. There is no need for rescue. Your sin, be it as mine own, is safe with me.
-Omni ©2018
"Omni, do tell"
2018©
Rights credited to Omni and Venjencie Arnold
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
I saw through
I saw through it all
You thought I saw nothing
Nothing at all
I told you I knew lots of things
Was that not clue at all
That I saw through you
And saw it all.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC