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 Oct 2024 Jill
neth jones
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often   i am retrodden   after passing a lengthy sleep battle
day following day      i wake in and out   loftily bobbing
  nodding into conversation  and durring out          
                                 like a tiny failing electric fan
  struggling to appear present and take part
   then whirring   into a congested cumulus  

a colleague, (name slips me), sips her coffee
she dribbles her features into her colourful lap
her words become a slury chum of incoherence
(she may snap back if i have energy to retrieve her
she may  upon a whim   form another person altogether)

i have accumulated a D.S.C. (Depression Support Creature)
the opposing to what may seem                                                
                 this fella supports my depressions feature being
and monitor's my decline
fleshed out to drain me                                                          
      whilst acting as a detracting blurred vision
shaking in a drabby coat  and baring its dumbed face
i'm turned inward on drooping wealth                          
                           and rot in the anxious conglomeration
a distracted reality from reality already conquered
                         flagged and declared ;    
the phony thing that's real
 Oct 2024 Jill
South-by-Southwest
The fingers twist
with time
wrapping up the vìne

Those eyes ,
nebulas of pain
with lens a'flame
compares to the nothing's do

Rondel , daggered
twists and flagered
eviscerates the soul

Do you not know anything ?
?
!
Not for naught !
 Oct 2024 Jill
Falling Awake
These knotted guts
eject my pulsating heart,
while I wait for my welfare
to imminently crumble–
I’m lunging from my vessel.

I frantically survey for danger,
but the culprits remain covert–
I turn up empty on my basis.

But failing to subside, I wonder…
do the wires of my diagnosis
wrap me in incessant neurosis?
Or has conditioning to trauma
trained my brain to fear?

Regardless I remain engulfed
by this looming devastation,
and my neck constantly aches
from looking over my shoulder.
 Oct 2024 Jill
larry mintz
I feel like shredded clothing
I feel my  wishes count not
Creaky boat of wishes is sinking
At times ,I feel plenty shot

Water is filling up my boat quickly
Emotions starting to drown me briskly
Start to empty out the hull fast
Be more steadfast. and save your ***

Try asking in a more pleasing form
Your ship will perform with ease
Any storm tossed seas
You will be pleased
Dealing with depression living in a nursing home and family and finances
 Oct 2024 Jill
larry mintz
The Trip to hospital,
The operation and Treatment,
Off to rehab centre,
The Best of times,
End times.

My leg feels funny call Ben he says call Steve,
Steve arrives,off to the hospital we go,
I will never walk again-Freaking out,
I need an emergency operation,
The Trip to hospital.

I had an op to remove a blood clot,
Woke up 10 days later Leg looked like crap,
Started treatment at the hospital pronto,
I had it twice daily I felt despondent ,
The operation and Treatment.

I can walk for a short time,
I develop  thrombosis in right leg,
Fixed it . Doctors says infections are gone,
I was released finally. I was happy,
Off to rehab centre.

I visited my cousin in B. C..
I took draughrsmanship and painting lessons.
I used to do gardening for 8 years.
I must have paiinted twenty or more paintings.
The Best of times.

The food here is better than the VIGI,
I go thedepot to eat once a week,
Other times I go elsewhere,
I write poetry and study the runes,
End times.
 Oct 2024 Jill
larry mintz
Dear Human
I am glad you came to me seeking rede.
Surprised that my intelligence is greater.
and different than yours.-nuff said.

You are wondering how this is possible?
Our species is pan galactic.- plausible.

All cells  neuron’s as your boffins surmise ,
Terrestrial cells are 2-20 micro meters in length .Celestials vary in size.

Neuron cells on earth grew  -are called hyphae.
Over cosmic time cosmic cells grew into huge hyphae .and then into hyper intelligence ..
Your more aware scientist think the cosmos
is alive.

Our species on earth. create an organic network
It did not take much guesswork - just teamwork,
In space races linked  into one  mind
A unitary  mind -where no soul  is blind ,
Before this happens  Humans must stop war
Turn weaponry into livingry, forevermore
And put into practice works of Fuller too
The Cosmic envoys messages are due,
Also the Venus Project  is important
If it is wisely installed not discordant,

I read your mind ,Child..I jest not..
Lastly eating mushrooms are good for you.
Cook them in a ***.
Good for brain bones and flesh too.
Eating Lions Maine improves your brain..

Yours in unity
A Mycelium That Speaks
Epistolary poem
 Oct 2024 Jill
Thomas W Case
I've been to the crushing
place.
It smells of death, and
spider mums.
Daisy chains dropped
when the music died.
The lake is murky now.
Clowns roam the street,
looking for carnivals
and meat.
Silly boys still believe
in love and dreams, and
girls that like opera and
giving head.
This world is strange, and
Picasso walks the lonely
avenues, feeding
seagulls' peanuts and paint.
No one blames him.
It's his blue period.
All the while,
an old bent man plays
the guitar.
He smells like camels,
and hope.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ur5pZxbd7hE
Link to my youtube channel where I read my poetry.
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