"anfractuous" poems
And the trees about me,
Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks
Groan with continual surges; and behind me
Make all a desolation. Look, look, wenches!
Paint me a cavernous waste shore
Cast in the unstilled Cyclades,
Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks
Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.
Display me ****** above
Reviewing the insurgent gales
Which tangle Ariadne’s hair
And swell with haste the perjured sails.
Morning stirs the feet and hands
(Nausicaa and Polypheme).
Gesture of orang-outang
Rises from the sheets in steam.
This withered root of knots of hair
Slitted below and gashed with eyes,
This oval O cropped out with teeth:
The sickle motion from the thighs
Jackknifes upward at the knees
Then straightens out from heel to hip
Pushing the framework of the bed
And clawing at the pillow slip.
Sweeney addressed full length to shave
Broadbottomed, pink from nape to base,
Knows the female temperament
And wipes the suds around his face.
(The lengthened shadow of a man
Is history, said Emerson
Who had not seen the silhouette
Of Sweeney straddled in the sun.)
Tests the razor on his leg
Waiting until the shriek subsides.
The epileptic on the bed
Curves backward, clutching at her sides.
The ladies of the corridor
Find themselves involved, disgraced,
Call witness to their principles
And deprecate the lack of taste
Observing that hysteria
Might easily be misunderstood;
Mrs. Turner intimates
It does the house no sort of good.
But Doris, towelled from the bath,
Enters padding on broad feet,
Bringing sal volatile
And a glass of brandy neat.
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Everyday life is a struggle
Sometimes it may get a little a hard to juggle
But I just have to reminisce my anfractuous dreams
Dreams of love, sleeping side by side, with our fingers intertwined
You give me peace of mind, but these feelings are still in decline
Call you my R.E.M relationship, my slumber sweetheart
Because you’re always a dream away
Just.
A.
Dream.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
I got my drivers license!!!!
Now, excitement lies an easy walk from boredom.
The second school ends, I reach for the keys,
like a seedling stalk turns to the sun.
I’m soaking in this new freedom with litmus thirst.
What a spell - “combine gravel and motors for miracles,”
I say, in my best crackly witch’s voice.
True, my mom keeps turning the music down,
someone has to chaperone - at first
- aren’t old people supposed to be hard of hearing?
I'm anfractuous in my approach to driving.
“What are you laughing at,” My mom asks.
“Nothing.” I answer, confused.
Was I laughing??
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 6:46 AM UTC
There is a poem living in my head,
Anfractuous and organic its movements,
Oscillating free on the tongue when said,
Trickling viscosity, then it cements.
I reach out and pluck plumes from the unknown,
Devouring the delectable verse,
Mutter, murmur, and release a new moan,
The silence that follows is my old curse.
I seek out concepts to take me forward,
Like the idea of life after death,
How such things play on the mind, as they should,
Taking in a deep and meaningful breath.
Now lay next to me and fall fast asleep,
And dream sweet dreams all night, so I don’t weep.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
I used to run through the street
But now Covid-19 is running through it
I could call this afreet
But this is a virus, not a demon in Arabian and Muslim mythology
Here and there, you hear complains of fever, dry cough, and tiredness, that’s vexatious
All we can do now is to kneel down to The Most High to work his miraculous
I have faith he will hear our bloodcurdling screams as we’re frightened by this virus, it’s obnoxious
This virus is nothing but infectious
And it loves people with health complications like Aids on promiscuous
When it comes to killing, this virus is second to nothing
It can’t be compared to Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanokoniosis
Og, now you think of electrophotomicrographically?
You being a logophile but this is a virus, not a terminology
This virus doesn’t know the human value
It throws them on deathbed like a coin of low value
This is not a boffola either but a bobsy-die
This virus is comminatory that doesn’t need comess
If this was a person could be a super-star artist with his works in Albertopolis
But this is a virus that is devastating and malicious
Its complications increase with seniority, and that makes it amphibology
It takes on the world in a circuitous thus why I call it anfractuous
Covid-19 has world’s economy in *******
But soon The Highest will have this virus in the shellacking
Until it collapses
It’s about time it teetering
Though the government thinks we’re gullible
This why they told us they have it under control but it is still looming
The medicine is still in its trial stage
And it comes with debilitating side effects
There is a possibility of another wave to come
We have to adhere to doctors’ guidance before it hit us
So let’s isolate
To avoid incubation
And self-quarantine
Before Covid-19 finished our generation
And practice social distance
To save our nation
Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 5:19 PM UTC