"extenuating" poems
Lively bright buds
Blossom towards the sun.
Frayed ends-
Of silk pedals
Hug the stem.
Saturated hues of orange,
Capture the eye’s glance.
Marigolds dancing;
Falling from the sky.
As I put a flower in your hair-
The extenuating orange
Shows your glowing face.
Marigolds of love,
Twirling in a fit of ecstasy.
Raining beside lover’s feet.
Luminous colors,
Paint true love
On a canvas of grass;
Creating natural beauty.
Marigolds dance;
As your intoxicating being-
Walks gracefully by.
I want to make love to you,
On a bed of dancing marigolds.
Fragrant smells of spring;
Soothing soft pedals
Protect our entwined bodies,
In a sea of grass, marigolds and skin.
Sweet, passionate, bright love
Is as bold and sweet,
As the golden marigolds.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 2:59 PM UTC
Abandon's clay roiled, doubled what pulse
of life...in tune and out of.
Pathological music derived from music...
ecstasy--whose recompense is a sound
loss of selves.
Multiform unto archetypal gods--Dionysus
first among, Apollo last among...eviscerated,
trophied, slathered upon these rotund
Grecian ladies and gentleman.
Hallowed names depart the incontinent
circle, forgone the synoptical scarlet lettering
of name...transcendence.
Torrent upon torrent of ambrosia down the
throat...skyward runoff of chins...scribbled
down the primordial bloom of ******
O sylvan gathering, crowns of laurel graduate
thee from materiality...a shuddering
beauteousness--broke shafts of light clash
lovingly from luminous head to head.
Here...the extenuating circumstance of
consciousness appropriated quoad sacra.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
I roll through these scenes
with impulsive magnificence.
Sometimes its rolling,
sometimes I flip.
Sometimes I find myself
extenuating the struggle
horseback
through catapulted
decades of
fur-
trapped
ozark
witchcraft
dirt
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 11:16 AM UTC
Pompous:
"Oh God, no, not another shallow rhymer,
fitting each word to its neat little place.
Oh God, no, not another painterly composition
with planal directions going round and around or leading that way and this.
They did that in the past; get to the new.
Make sure the reader or viewer knows that the masterful
knows more than than the masterful lets t/h/r/o/u/g/h/ out.
Disdain extenuating weakenings caused by straining for clarity
or unnecessary exertions in expressions of cohesion.
Words, though plain, arouse astonished wonder by nonchalant impenetrable shufflings.
Be clued-in, be bold, be tough and show it when you sculpt the clay.
When shaped, use your trowel to scratch the surface, evoking even more obscurity.
Toss it off in broad strokes of masterful negligence.
Be above the miniscule.
By these means show in shadowy hints the profundity that winks beyond merely ordinary restrictions.
Break the barriers, fly the constructive. Those old shackles lie about the world.
Show you ain't no conforming sissy.
Display in impatient referenceless strokes
Your forceful awareness of the world as known."
Facetia:
"Oh?
A world which evidences no form and structure in living creatures;
no eons of effortful evolution;
Forests have no ecology, and laws of nature aren't for binding.
Mind never happened, spirit's a farce,
unions only expedient plottings.
Lessons of history describe the disruptive;
it's what you grab and who you club;
others are only take or be taken.
Show 'em who's boss,
stash it away,
it's dog eat dog until there's nothing.
Shake it all up and break it all up.
It's only entropy."
Mar 21, 2010
Mar 21, 2010 at 7:17 AM UTC
When you change the colour of the view,
The world takes on a different hue.
Writing's both a window and a mirror,
You can see life and yourself clearer.
This stained glass window labelled a poem,
Different phrases, different colours, different gems.
The scales of glass in an iron frame,
My words must fit the form.
Each word a different shard on the palette,
A poetic mosaic, not quite transparent.
A translucent lens.
I will you see creation through it
Extenuating before you in a piquant pigment.
In a tint I can show you joy,
In a separate, pane. Tainted.
Yellow, blue, red and green,
And a thousand nuances yet unseen.
You can't read all of it, nor look through every colour,
But perhaps the icon on the window can be discerned
When they tessellate together, the person I am trying to show, the bigger picture, the grand design.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
Love
seems to be
the cure
for my suffering;
My anxiety and sadness.
Even if it's brief
or last long extenuating exhausting
hours.
The best hours
can spend in bed
Besides sleep.
Alcohol
It's a light in the dark.
A serum of energy.
A light mixed with darkness.
Or the opposite of darkness.
My choice over water.
****
The famous Mary
The cure to all pain & suffering
These days.
His regular old Camel mixed with ****
It goes hand in hand with love, alcohol & ***
It is said to relax and take away
Excruciating Pain or any illness,
internaly and externally, intentionally or not.
It heals your soul.
Hide your scars
and numbs your mind
Giving you new hopes in life
envolved in it's mystical phsycodelic fog.
Maybe that's a different drug.
But **** should be legal and a medicine to trust.
Love, Alcohol, & ***
It seems be the magical pill
For this matrix type of world.
For this life I live in.
But like all,
There's always a price to pay.
Love, Alchol, & ****
is something you should never trust.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 8:50 AM UTC
If you take a chance and glance
Beyond that which is called
Extenuating circumstance.
You may see that the powers that be.
Seek justice ..but only for a system
That they rely on to maintain
. ......A status quo
A stagnant pool of nepotism
Slash latent schism
Where division...
....Trumps any decision
Where progress might find a foothold
Where justice demands they trust US
To control a destiny
Once promised on paper
That has been perverted
Diverted
Until it is now a point of such
Vehement derision
That stagnation seems so ingrained
That it's acceptance
Is as routine
As the gavels banging
Or the detention door clanging
That it should rattle
To the very core
Any citizen
Who believes in the idea of
Freedom ,human rights
And the pursuit of happiness
Reality is often a hard pill to swallow
Especially when the acidic water
Of the shrinking pool
That we all inhabit.. has...
...Stopped breathing
And is slowly dying
While some keep denying
That anything is wrong
No need to believe
That trouble looms
On the horizon
So choked with smoke
That the sun struggles to deliver
Any promise --dusk or dawn
And troubled waters rise up
In rebellious consternation
Spilling into unfamiliar places
As it chases
Destitution onto higher ground
Of desperation
And alienation
Revelations will soon dictate
Maybe way ..way ..too late
That hesitation is becoming as absolute
As inspired introspection is becoming obsolete
The status quo is all they know
Those who have the power
To pull the world together
But haven't got the will power
To do anything
That might cause them
To take a chance and glance
Beyond that which we call
An extenuating circumstance.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
While I was collapsed on the schools' bathroom floor,
Crying into my sweater sleeve.
I found out you should never mix not eating all day, and sobbing,
As I leaned towards the toilet gagging.
I dragged my body up off the floor,
Everything was spinning.
People in the hallways asked "Are you okay?"
I said I was,
Even though my shirt was still twisted sideways,
And the bottom of my backpack was still wet from the ground of the parking lot.
Not even death could fix how much this hurts.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
Dear world,
No, I will not be functional this week.
No, I will not tell you why.
No, I do not expect you to cut me any breaks -
what I'm pulling right now is not actually acceptable.
No, I do not want you to go looking for a reason -
assume there are no extenuating circumstances
and stop being surprised that someone is doing
what you you seem to expect of everyone
and taking your **** in silence.
No, I am not okay.
No, I do not want or need your help.
Now, **** off.
Sincerely,
Me
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 5:12 AM UTC
*
LOVE while you wait for LIFE
LOVE is a performance without
Rehearsals or practice
Head without thought
Body without growth
Words without sound
Writing without ink
Don't even bother what role
You are given to play in LOVE
World may try to label your relationship
Just know this - that LOVE is all yours
YOU are LOVING your soul-mate
Don't exchange LOVE for anything
Even if someone bargains your LIFE for it
Don't even guess what LOVE is about
Just LOVE with all your being
I can barely keep up with the
Pace of LOVE demands on my soul
One is always ill prepared
For the privileges of LOVE
LOVE does not require improvisation
If LOVE is true - it comes naturally
Even though you trip at every step
Of displaying and showing your LOVE
You can never stop LOVING
Your manners in LOVE look stupid
But your LOVE instincts are true
There is a "LIFE-fright" of
Non-acceptance by the world
Such things insult & humiliate LOVE
Extenuating circumstances of societal norms
Strike LOVERS very cruelly
Yet heart excuses everything to LOVE YOU
LOVE does not carry an umbrella
To protect you from rains and sun-stroke
LOVE results in all that is unexpected
YOU can never count the stars I carry
In my heart while loving you
LOVE is a script that is not rehearsed
A screenplay you have never seen
There are butterflies in your stomach
And your knees go weak
You stand your ground in LOVE
And there are no make-shift places
To hide one self in LOVE
The farthest galaxies are playing music
The cosmos is dancing in your LOVE
Oh, there is no question in anyone's mind
The star-cast isn't there to join you
Yet you are LOVING LOVE
Oh...!
It must be a PREMIER OF TRUE LOVE
And whatever YOU do in LOVE
Will be forever what every LOVER
Has ever done in TRUE LOVE...
*
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 1:28 AM UTC
When it comes to time,
many of us are fair-weathered friends.
In one brief moment we can save it
then turn right around and **** it.
Still, time is a thief,
so I guess we're even.
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 9:28 PM UTC
Be one for all
and there will be no mutiny
Embrace the fall
Disregard extenuating inevitability
Sync up to the sound
the quiet prophecy
We all go around
creeping loss of me
sweating sense of curiosity
coiled up
a minor monstrosity
Detailed manners of speaking
Void of any meaning
Screaming for no reason
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 8:38 PM UTC
different season, extenuating
circumstance. hunger
nor poverty a reason.
look for kindness.
i saw them sweeping
the golden, leaving the
vehicle parked badly.
saw the wind change,
sky come clear.
it is mid november,
i drive the same road,
end lessly.
sbm.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 7:15 AM UTC
If you take a chance and glance
Beyond that which is called
Extenuating circumstance.
You may see that the powers that be.
Seek justice ..but only for a system
That they rely on to maintain
. ......A status quo
A stagnant pool of nepotism
Slash latent schism
Where division...
....Trumps any decision
Where progress might find a foothold
Where justice demands they trust US
To control a destiny
Once promised on paper
That has been perverted
Diverted
Until it is now a point of such
Vehement derision
That stagnation seems so ingrained
That it's acceptance
Is as routine
As the gavels banging
Or the detention door clanging
That it should rattle
To the very core
Any citizen
Who believes in the idea of
Freedom ,human rights
And the pursuit of happiness
Reality is often a hard pill to swallow
Especially when the acidic water
Of the shrinking pool
That we all inhabit.. has...
...Stopped breathing
And is slowly dying
While some keep denying
That anything is wrong
No need to believe
That trouble looms
On the horizon
So choked with smoke
That the sun struggles to deliver
Any promise --dusk or dawn
And troubled waters rise up
In rebellious consternation
Spilling into unfamiliar places
As it chases
Destitution onto higher ground
Of desperation
And alienation
Revelations will soon dictate
Maybe way ..way ..too late
That hesitation is becoming as absolute
As inspired introspection is becoming obsolete
The status quo is all they know
Those who have the power
To pull the world together
But haven't got the will power
To do anything
That might cause them
To take a chance and glance
Beyond that which we call
An extenuating circumstance.
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 9:51 AM UTC
6 weeks ago I was unaware from where to buy scented candles
Till then it was a studio bachelor pad with random women and one tenet
2 weeks ago I was under the impression that
Table conversation was supposed to be mundane chit chat
Till last monthI lacked the company to hold riveting conversations on the Mandela effect
After our Labor Day weekend I caught a glimpse of the possibility that how life could be just perfect
On our second date I realized it is vital to confess that I had no best laid plans
Similar to our colossal failure navigating the retreat from Vietnam
Until a week ago I did not have your fragrance lingering my personal space casting innuendos
Recent uptake in the “stay at home-order in “philosophy has reduced me in to a fading shadow
My absence in regular visits to the Gentlemen clubs local water holes and Venice boulevards
Have my village people in search parties hunting corridors and casing Echo Park
How a creature of habit evolves and adapt to extenuating circumstance
Before the music fades along with the final chance for that last dance
Time eventually catches up or exponentially runs out
Forward motion moving down range is the only response when in doubt
So best not look a gift horse in the mouth
In order to cohabitate, one must embrace new environments hence first move out
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 7:03 AM UTC