#writersnetwork
Recipe for making a ****
"The God of Unknown"
Ingredients:
× Half a dozen of personalities
× A spoonful of Unknown questions
× 2/3 of darkness from Svalbard
× A Jar full of pain from the rain
× A whole book of poetries called Unlove
× Freshly hand-picked Metaphors
× A pinch of verses dipped in curses
Even before starting the recipe, it could intoxicate you, to be safe until the end be patience and forget you have a heart to love.
Procedure:
Heat the cast iron pan on high flames,
Pour the pain boil it until you see bubbles,
then drop one by one all the personalities stir it well on low flames,
an ebullient aroma will start to fill the room
Now add a spoonful of Unknown questions, Questions that have souls attached to them be careful they might jump over you.
Now take the book cut through the pages,
book of poetries in a zig-zag pattern,
like the wrist of a lover who wrote poetries to hate her but couldn't Unlove her,
Now turn the flames to high and add 2/3 of the darkness from Svalbard an Ingredient that keeps the balance of the entity, stir until everything has been mixed well
Take a pinch of verses dipped in curses toss the pan and sprinkle the magic portion, an Ingredient that makes ripple in the timeline of every multiverse to relive the moments,
Finally, Garnish with freshly hand-picked Metaphors only for the ones persistence for the worthiness.
Eureka
Your, **** has been created.
©sarcasticbong
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 5:01 AM UTC
You wore the scent of betrayal
The more I sniffed it, the closer I was drawn towards you
I had never denied being in love, but for the first time, I was in denial
After a few weeks, days or even years, when the scent will fade, you will too, I somewhere knew
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 4:25 PM UTC
Dance in the snow
Slide down that hill
Go where you are meant to be
Dream your way
Intermittently sore
Find the alley
Find the door
Enter silently
Fear no more
In your dream you are home
You fall asleep
Awaken gently
All is left is dreaming on
(c)near_lane7
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 11:13 PM UTC
Lines of discontent
Drawn out for decades
It doesn't make sense
Keep on going scratch and muddy
Self-righteous behaviour
Why bury yourself
Diminish family
Isolate friends
Can't see a light
Dullness sets in
Where are you now
This battle you won't win
(c)near_lane7
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 9:21 AM UTC
Years as a loner
Under the big changing Sky
work and commitment
Family shared, misbelief a far cry
Yet down in his heart
A burning light
Hidden, secretly shielded
Condescending bullies outside
Illumination never extinguished
Shined at an occurence
Where clashes opened windows
Into a new bright world
He had to find a deed personal
To give it all he had
Persona physic in real time
No apprehensions met
Taking the reign of his gatekeepers' soul
Chose desires to be freed
To find freedoms mole
His mind at ease
A song danced his whistle
This lad with a brithel
(c)near_lane7
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 9:10 AM UTC
Not knowing who I am
Calling out
Do you feel me
You never heard my voices' sound
To whom do I put this forward
I really don't need to know
Fact is I feel and write
At this hour
I am literally alone
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
Feel guilty of living
Express sin and glory
Made it this far
Able to compress the story
It wants to unfold
Not coming out
Seeking a rainbow
Hidden behind a cloud
There are others
joining and dancing
Invisible moves
Flashes glancing
One time to break out
Stopped in its tracks
Epic journeys
Back to back
(c)nea_lane7
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 11:43 PM UTC
Risks been taken
Pushing hard
You are bidding
Dreams of triple money
Dancing visions
Go higher loose sight
You are on fire🔥
(c)near_lane7
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 11:24 PM UTC
Trembling
Time wasting
Mind searching
For self
Who am I this morning
Cold drizzle meets a late dawn
Opens pores on bare skin
Feel free but awaiting
The Lights glance
Penetrating clouds
An hour of my truth
Absorbed into the rigors of a new day
(c)near_lane7
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 11:35 PM UTC
Futuristic thinking in a time compressed
Accelerated by technology
Will robots annihilate humans gist?
Rapid decline in cultures destinations
Mass bullying less debating
You are with us or you perish
Alarm bells are ringing
Who is ringing the Bells?
(c)near_lane7
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 7:59 AM UTC
No one speaks
The wars are no more
Holding hands in silence
From shore to shore
Acceptance creates freedom
How do we get there
Don't follow
Answer to yourself
Empty the square
(c)near_lane7
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 11:02 PM UTC
Mystical voices
Hidden behind towers
Whispering sound waves
Missing sweet scent of flowers
Left unchallenged
Invading populations minds
Approvals become main stream
A dangerous grind
Minorities shall rise
Convince forgive and invite
Grow exponentially
The countries renew
And strong they shall heal
Freedoms communities angst individuals pain
To support and believe
Respect truth and caring
Never in vain
(c)near_lane7
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 5:57 PM UTC
Invisible dangers
Circling the globe
Indifference then panic
Lucky they
Who have an anode
Us humans are challenged
We obey and we fear
It's coming nearer
Will it leave
No one knows
Caring and saving
Winning and losing
Healthcare and science
Maxxed to exhaustion
Grateful and hopeful
Populations at large
Indebted to the heroes
Savors and saviors
Unsung
Silently cherished
#(c)near_lane7
Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 7:01 PM UTC
Sore knees resting
On the round table's top
Imagine suggestions
No worries about a crop
An empty glass without a rim
Staring at me
Pushed aside with a grin
Energy levels rise
After playing quite a many
Old rock videos
They are in my guts
Make me want to go
On that bike trip
Wind in my eye
Bug just missed
(c)near_lane7
Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 6:36 PM UTC
Fill in the blanks
Intentions we don't see
Unless we read those lines again
The ones who hit us
Then left
Leaving an unease
Can it be true
Or plain speculation
Now reason
The possibilities
(c)near_lane7
Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 5:43 PM UTC
Mummy used to buy me hair grease,
for my hair was a seismic wave of crease.
The scalp crying sweat,
the tantrums were the onset.
Wide tooth comb have mercy on the nots,
nests of lies and cheeky clots.
The flurries of dandruff deposit,
the skeletons in the closet.
Mummy brought out the blue magic,
the long strands thirsty to become ethic.
Such a wave of moisture,
like the silkiness of an oyster.
A perfect layer of braided Cornrows,
blended amongst the tropical mangoes.
Mummy says to me you’re a woman now,
be prepared and ready to plough,
the knotty hairs of your little ones.
Go and buy the same hair grease,
to ensure their naughty traits mature into peace.
Justine Louisy
Copyright ©Justine Louisy 2016
All Rights Reserved
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 1:38 AM UTC
Gainful rumbling tones,
grain crushed between grinding stones
gives grist to your mill.
Michael C Crowder @scorsby 1st March 2019
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 10:10 AM UTC
It's such a beautiful and warm summer day, but I sit inside and watch as the shade passes away.
The bright blue skies passes over with a looming feeling of grey. Pink and green and yellow to orange but just left with a sense of being tired. Is this my home? Just feels like a stop along my way. Preaching words of wisdom and telling everyone it will be okay, how can I tell someone that they will be if I'm not okay?
Hard to know what a red flag is when I look at the world through a rose tinted glass, not knowing which moment will be my last.
Maybe it does get easier as each day passes, but that's the hard part, having to do it each day.
Maybe it's not my time to enjoy a beautiful summer day, so I better get going on my way.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 4:11 PM UTC
Born into this world, that's filled with color
Hoping just to be kind to one and other
A blank canvas, on a artists wall
Moulded like a flower, ever so small.
Actions you take, steps you make
Decisions you've made, due to someone's aid
A painting, brushed by the colors all around you
All these colors, but which one to choose?
Maybe indigo, or teal to be as strong as steel
Or sapphire is your style, a black fire that's versatile
Turquoise if you're weird, cyan too
Ultramarine to be feared, or just an ol midnight blue.
All these colors to look up to
But in the end, we are all just shades of blue.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 1:05 AM UTC
On darkening red sky languish low clouds as if, smeared into existence by artists knife,
golden edged against clear red sky that transitions, upward to darker cover, void of light.
Horizon formed by railway bank black, sprout twig and bough silhouettes of bush and tree
still in winters mode, bud form begins, reach, mingling with power lines gentle bow
in the the distance assemble birds seemingly in motion slow, fly seeking places known,
their favorite safest roosts, whilst crying silently, seagulls solicit the close estuarys call.
Serenely and unusually silently a train glides into view, slowing, prepares to halt
at the nearby serving station, clouds, now red edged emanate in windows of carriages long,
through moving frames the scene so pictured then - with the last carriage, gone.
The backdrops reds darken as the unseen sun sinks lower to adorn skies new
and so draws in the waiting night, escorting pinpoint stars, finally kissing the day adieu,
Laughably today, so called ‘happiness day,’ today, where tiny annoyances
grew into frustrated rage, conversation nettlesome, tension nerves to stressful result,
Mentally I accept the guilt for letting me, yes me - down, yes - it is my fault.
Still, a scene like this.... calms my reality within, even so, the self incriminating roundabout
slowly, restarts again the anger of - my - self created weaknesses and futility.
Thankfully this darkening sky creates a serene oneness in which retire I,
the placid evening, now early night, calmness returns connecting me with this aspect .
regardless of this view a day indifferent, tomorrow maybe be a better prospect.
Spring Equinox Evening Michael C Crowder 21st March 2019
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 5:58 PM UTC
Moon phases agree,
apogee to perigee,
precept time and seas.
Moon (Haiku)
Michael C Crowder @scorsby 18th March 2019
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC
Rainbows for chasing,
the moon for the aiming,
forming in clouds, faces
for inspiration,
beckoning, is life ahead
full of credible opportunity,
beside empty promises creating,
truthful reality.
Standing tall, girding *****
I, reached for the unreachable
so - distantly close, impulsive forward, surges.
without doubt,
or plan,
missing by the - conceivably smallest,
actually - furthest amount,
yet still moving through,
pushing the immovable, climbing
the inaccessible,
falling - frequently,
never reaching nethermost depth,
buoyed by a recognition,
realising - all this fighting - striving
failing - miserably,
doing it all - wrong,
was not failure, but a justified lesson
on coping in the mire of existence.
The rainbows beauty explained in science,
gives it simplicity. A reality water and sunlight,
nothing really to chase,
or catch.
Moon - oh moon - my most favourite, still my dreamstone,
is but a stark beautiful presence,
removing sunlight reveals a satellite bleak,
nothing is here to seek,
or take aim,
likewise our cloud perceived faces,
expectations are best - unexpected.
If controlled by endeavour and aquasition
disappointment may be somewhat - repositioned,
attainment of skills formerly devoid of utilisation
revived, re-given to make something, that in truth,
can be ameliorated.
if only to yours truly
.
Still Chasing Rainbows . Michael C Crowder 10th March 2019 @scorsby
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC
Everything, is fine,
it is. Fine,
If I have that again, it will, make me sick
It will always get stuck in my throat,
I would choke. Sick,
that I don't need, Don't eat.
leave it out? Totally.
Someone might see,
know, help, me? Getting worse.
Help myself. Normality,
keeping things usual. Work.
Pull myself together? get over it, don't be silly:
That's not helpful,
don’t say anything.
What's happening? I've never passed out before.
You in my head will you explain
What to do, yes you; I'm losing,
help me?
see things I'm missing. Ignore.
Remember being sick ? I don't want that, leave,
I Need food to keep the same.
Not. Change.
Food others have makes me feel unwell. Don't eat.
I. Tremble, consider, stare, UNABLE TO EAT MEALS,
Eat: with everyone, sit, quiet, be slow,
as much as possible, I will leave.
At least I tried. To observing eyes. I did well?
Touch leave, take leave tremble, later, maybe. No.
Don't want to, yet: need to think,
what I'm going to have? where I'm going to eat?
you can tell me, yes, no.? Safe food list, alters,
becomes not safe. It has changed, different cold.
Leave it. If it's not the same, colour, shape, smell,
not safe, Wait. It's on the list. Avoid it, the date is old,
milkshake
best.
In therapy, I speak, I listen, you unravel.
Best?
help me? keep to timetable? Its achievable.
What has really happened.?
Avoid? Try? Listen. Try, try
Is it fine?, me trying, still worried, concerned.
Not what you thought
(ARFID) Michael C Crowder September 2018
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 11:14 AM UTC
Through voracious eyes devotees, peruse writings, clever literature all styled to thoughtful poetic ways
eloquently, exposing wounds of body and soul, discovered distrust, anger much regret, sadly even fear,
thereto shortcomings in life, of people, their actions, loves and lies promulgated in illuminating phrase.
Technology endows contributors with outlets for venting suchlike occasions using artistry is here.
Passionate poignant experiences most well written, some not are duly shared to attracted communal eyes.
declarations of 'I have cared so much I'm wounded mortally', some bask in lost or unrequited loves last kiss,
several employ inner strength 'whatever happened, I don't care, I'm resilient, I survive', shared with poetic pride
concise verses rework obvious reminders, may motivate suggestion that opportunity shouldn't be missed.
Modest words abundantly profound begin remarks that reassures, with the - I'm here for yous'- symbolic embrace,
in support it is written, 'I know what you mean' and from a great distance - empathise, but I have little to say.
Health issues aren't fixed by artistic pennings, only face to face professional advice forms the strongest base,
Writings from the poetic inner self may become positive steps, for futures not, staring in depressions face.
Much is written with sensitivity oft-times is judged by content, overlooked is why and how it is composed.
For instance suicide educes fear however. dubiety invites, is it fiction or truly despair?
Writing as an art observes, describes, creates imagery, of sadness and joy, escapism, fictional or no.
Poetic creators who web-wide commune through stories, thoughts, secrets, ideas, dreams, let the poetry be shared .
Poetry www Michael C Crowder 12th January 2019 @scorsby
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 9:16 AM UTC