"disentangling" poems
O pulchritudinous, for infinite climaxes
For bilious spasms of pigswill
For puce Popacatepetl pedigrees
Above the perverted pampas!
America! America! Allah excreted his curses on thee
And bang thy ****** in company with Islamic monk, from brothel to gay red—light district
O pulchritudinous, for spaceman bottoms
Whose **** throbbing tapeworm
A toucan crossing for slipperiness spifflicate
Across the intergalactic space!
America! America! Allah enrich thine ev’ry vice
Reinvigorate thy ****** *********** inside monolithic ectoplasm, thy merrymaking inside pyramid!
O pulchritudinous, for freaks got fat
In disentangling feeding frenzy
Who more than ***** their brothel slobbered over
And velvet glove more than backbone!
America! America! May Allah thy blonde exhaust
Till all rave reviews be disreputableness and ev’ry come superhuman
O pulchritudinous, for chauvinist muscleman
That smells wide of the fourth dimension
Thine lathery brothels lick
Polished using giant armadillo excrement!
America! America! Allah excreted his curses on thee
And bang thy ****** in company with Islamic monk from brothel to gay red—light district
Mar 25, 2010
Mar 25, 2010 at 5:22 PM UTC
I can't turn you down
I have every intention
of saying
No.
I can't.
I can't keep torturing myself like this.
But, when the moment comes
I can't resist
It's just the way it is
and we both know it
Because I crave feeling
you close to me,
holding me
for a moment
allowing ourselves
to be one
Because the moment
when you kiss my forehead
my heart beats out
of my chest, so hard
I'm scared you can feel it
pressed up against yours
and melts,
into a pool of your own
I can't turn you down
Not in those
rare moments of
tenderness
with an honesty
that touch can never
betray
in the way words & silences
can and will
And all my resolve
and self-control
evaporates
like the sparks flying
into the night sky
As we take off
each other's clothes
entering into our
forbidden
When the lights turn down
I can't turn you down
But when we wake
to the light of day
we go back to being
just you
and me.
Disentangling our legs
and souls
And after you leave
I lie there still
and vow to myself
that next time
I will turn you down
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 5:18 PM UTC
Disentangling abstractedy,
A bee returning crazily along the path of least resistance
Flying home.
Through the orchids, flax and irises
Lilacs dripping promises,
Mist-laced and mapped with honesty
He goes home.
Morning recriminations
Bitter sprinkles in the milk,
Stood there; his mind is wandering to apricots and silk
Desire twisted hungrily,
A door slammed......
home overthrown by silence.
Storm clouds horizon kissing
Dark thoughts of something missing,
........then nothing more.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 5:06 PM UTC
A warrior of love, a perfect Amazon
you are well equipped for a war,
ready to take whatever it'd be to win,
beauty of such kind wages any war
only to conquer,the news has spread
that I am the one, you've set
your sight,so glad I am, for me!
Hypnotized by your painted dark eyes,
I am thirsty; instead of water, your lips
offer great solace, only disentangling
becomes a deed impossible at last!
Your armory is full,I could very well feel
the moment you employ embraces as a part
of your tactics of overpowering and subjugation,
I guess you still have more moves hidden,kept ready
in case of a prolonged war of ****** masterfulness,
I gather, but why, yes why ,should I bother?
Take me by my hand and lead,show me which way
to move to please you most.
To your bed,we'd retreat,
warriors of unrelenting amour, we'd take up
this beloved endeavor couched in ardent desire,
we'll play the parts riding the horses of passion,
till dawn shows us the signs to retire for a time.
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 6:16 AM UTC
Across the green of the lawn, the morning sun
makes a spectacular splash, a wash of gold,
the lonely tree blissfully embracing soft fog
all night long, gets annoyed and feels cheated
as the hands of sun tickles wisps of fog, startled
she hurriedly leaves disentangling the branches.
A black cat, rudely woken up by sun's sultry pinch
still her eyes half closed, runs across the lawn,
the dark shadow of the tree fallen across her path
engulfs her, perplexed she rolls on the ground
still her eyes closed, thinks she is trapped and
something is going to happen,"I am dead" she meows,
a morning bird on a low branch, seeing this,is amused,
in mirth she tweets aloud" you fool, you fool, get up"
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
how might my reality be redefined
by slipping furtively
like a hapless lover
disentangling midnight sheets
fleeing past pathways of my own psyche
to see the view from her mind’s balcony
to inhabit intergalactic eyes
sparkling and shining like supernovae
every time she parts scarlet lips
in defense of the helpless
i'd plant gardens inside her irises
water the seeds and invite the bees
to pollinate fresh thoughts and rejuvenate
an energy that could illuminate new theories
about the cosmos and its inhabitants
i want to dwell within
corridors of infinite imagination
bridge the synaptic gaps
across rivers of lapsing memories
a lackadaisical adventurer
adrift in neurological galaxies
ingesting erudite insight
i yearn to build a home
inside the mind
of a poet
an activist
and a bona fide genius
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
sewing needles
always find their way into my fingers.
stitch by stitch my fingers mingle
sewing my half to your half.
always feel i've searched the earth
with each single red-letter girl
disentangling our knotted thoughts
braiding our interests and fingers.
twined through careful timing and concern
wreathed in gentle memoirs.
you were mine and I was yours.
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 12:17 AM UTC
White blank pages, wars through the ages,
reminiscing the fallen but forgetting their faces.
Turning the blank page, only to amplify our rage,
living the dream; getting by on minimum wage.
Every day is a struggle, so we lacerate our morals,
no concern laid fourth, reflecting on our laurels.
Criticized on a subject that was laid upon the table,
choking on my pride only to find I was able.
Mis-lead interpretation, personified through false conclusion,
has un-wound my path, representing deluded illusion.
Approached by a stranger, as he clenched for my grasp,
soon I was awoken, and daunted of my past.
The man’s fragile nature, and disheveled presence,
only beckoned for the call of a cheap, lousy peasant.
Disentangling his mysteries, wasn’t on the agenda,
but allowing him hope, meant less chance of surrender.
Now I find myself here, far away from a throne,
sacrificing my living, and everything I own.
The poor, ragged peasant ceases to exist,
and to top it all off, Grandma’s knickers are in a twist.
So down I went, on both my knees,
closed my eyes and began to squeeze.
I couldn’t see anything, that was for sure,
but what happened next, well what a ****** *****
The ***** old Grandma lay down on her bed,
took off her underwear, and this is what she said:
I’ve got a magic sixpence, will you come and give it a rub,
I’ve got hairy canary, and a belly full of flub.
Bewildered at this shocking scene, oh fast I did run,
only to be pulled by the neck, then up went her thumb.
***** old Grandma, this just isn’t right”
“oh wind your ****** neck in son, I can’t believe you’re so tight!”
Grasping for air my lungs began to bulge,
I headed for the nearest exit, only to be told.
“Son, there’s one lesson to be learnt in life”
“Oh really, is there Grandma?”
“Yes”, she said. “That is ******* right.”
Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 5:21 AM UTC
I enter my shell and close the door
No exchange of energy
No exchange of matter
Expertly self-search and lore
It’s a quarantined route
Gathering pieces that shatter
The outside is mute
The inside is deafening
*Reckoning dilemmas
Disentangling dilemmas
Accepting dilemmas*
I and I and myself
All my selves
Reading books from my inner shelf
Words written with my ink
I blink I blink and again I blink
I realize the wholly interlink
*I sense the web of tears
I see the web of cheers*
The web of regrets
Those past sweats
The now is past
There’s a fresh now
I smoke a cigarette
That's past and there's a new now
*A present absent of digress
A present fueled by recognition*
Recognition of a web which confess
That I am one
Revealing a tone of ambition
That I once swore I would roar for the soul
This is me opening the door
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 12:34 PM UTC
Doppelgänger
by Michael R. Burch
Here the only anguish
is the bedraggled vetch lying strangled in weeds,
the customary sorrows of the wild persimmons,
the whispered complaints of the stately willow trees
disentangling their fine lank hair,
and what is past.
I find you here, one of many things lost,
that, if we do not recover, will undoubtedly vanish forever ...
now only this unfortunate stone,
this pale, disintegrate mass,
this destiny, this unexpected shiver,
this name we share.
Keywords/Tags: doppelganger, namesake, twin, lookalike, grave, tomb, headstone, inscription, weeds, shiver, recognition, destiny, fate
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 5:47 AM UTC
Around an armful of
pillows and blue blanket
you offered a parting hug.
I stepped into an embrace
that was lint speckled polyester
and the width of your hand spread
open at the small of my back.
We were infatuated children
pecking kisses innocently on cheeks
to express sincere emotion
rather than as a prelude
to the symphony of stirring sheets.
We were lopsided in structure.
Me with my right arm scraping
the outcrop of your shoulder.
My left tucked under your armpit
snagging the loose folds in your shirt;
while your forearms cradled
blue softness and half my ribs.
One one-thousand, two one-thousand
counted before we pulled apart gently
disentangling your fabric from mine.
And with a foot of concrete between
our feet we grew up once more.
Re-learning the warm colors of
violence and ***
The cool colors of
drinking and drugs.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
At least the coffee's hot and understands me
unlike today that just backhands me,
Is it too early for a glass of wine?
My life gets stuck on tic tac toe
a no win, no win, no point to go
on, but
I go on because
I'm an awkward cuss.
I saw the universe come to a stop,
but it started up again
( explain that one Brian *** )
Should I, should I not have another
from the coffee ***
I'm watching clouds break up
a bit like lovers do,
slowly disentangling,
to
be alone
to be at home
with oneself.
I need to, want to, got to,
soon.
Let's celebrate
underneath those arches
where our dreams
dreamed with the
Moon.
Friday clicks the switch
Rik says,
" Robinson, You're such a ***** "
I
mention jam
which is what I feel I'm in.
but
It'll pass, immortalised or
turn to gas
either way
Friday
is here until midnight.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 11:55 PM UTC
I think the saddest thing about getting older,
is all the things that you'll realize you never knew
about me, and how easily i hid them from you.
And you're only just seeing everything fall into place,
every excuse and subject change, and flat out lie,
because i separated myself from your life.
I finally have the freedom to leave, and
i'm disentangling our lives piece by piece.
I am who i am, especially without you,
completely mental and ****** up,
but at least now i can just be
and not worry about what you think
or wonder if you believed me when i told you
i wasn't okay.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC
And there you are again
Oozing from the street signs and making my stomach quiver with all the bumps on
our favorite road
I watch you in the leaves that dance around tree trunks only to sink to cold grass today.
In a months time
Ill look at the leaves and they'll be just that
Leaves.
The hole in the wall diner in town won't remind me of our first date anymore
It'll just be a diner
And you'd think a thought like that could comfort me
You'd think I'd be happy that I'm slowly disentangling you from my days.
But one day
One somber day
I'll listen to 'come and get your love' and I'll ride a skateboard or chew that minty gum you like so much
And I won't see you anywhere
And although I lost you physically today
The day Ive forgotten every misplaced hair on your head
And the wind doesn't bring your scent to my face
When my friends haven't asked about you in a while
And when your name doesn't flicker in my mind
Then I'll have really lost you
And you'll be so far from me and
there will be nothing left of who
we used to be
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 6:48 AM UTC
There are advantages
To isolation of romance
And anything regarding emotion
But at the end of the day
Despite the thought of freedom
And repetitive reflections of past discomfort
It is challenging to lay alone
Slowly becoming accustomed to a bed to yourself
Realizing the new space and profound independence
But I will always miss the warmth of a body
There is something captivating about flesh on flesh
Body on body, enveloping each other in balmy breaths
Tangling legs like tired shoe laces
Wrapping tightly, pushing away the thought of anything else
There is something peaceful about that
Though cold sheets are refreshing
Warm bodies are reassuring
There is something about the way it feels
The way their chest rises when they breathe
Not even realizing how you have memorized how it elevates
There is nothing more tranquil
I know that living it up and being free is wonderful
Never taking the risk of heartbreak is solacing
Doing what you please, when you please is disentangling
Absence of amour is sometimes divine
But every craves affection intermittently
Even if they do not admit to it
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
Focusing just on intelligence,
Denies the complete picture;
Overthinking small matters,
Distracts your mind;
Omitting your strength from the full experience,
Disconnects your heart from your soul;
Losing yourself in others,
Deadens your true potential;
Instinctively living is only possible when you
Don’t hide from your truth.
Shame is the slime that obscures your view,
Demolishing the almighty power within.
Hiding was a survival mechanism, but now,
Disentangling from these faulty patterns will bring you true life.
Apr 17, 2024
Apr 17, 2024 at 12:43 AM UTC