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René Mutumé Dec 2013
Bones in the ashless fire
bright
from the growth of vitalic hands
from surpassing echo
of careless ground
letting all of the roads just
go
into the charging and dug-out
roads
as we walk in one body  
and the uncared for birds ate
with the cared for birds
lifting their heads up and down
in agreement
of shadow suns - sun’s shadow
the knuckled cocoons open
in the hemisphere’s grace  
that are not held back
by the dams that were fathers
to you
and the mothers eating their jammed crowns
of animalised peace
along with the ****
ha!
even they are cheered also, the hunters
of the field, arrows obliterating through eternity,
your heels creating, it
that song that tempers the cities reflection
returning mine
and season less unions inside,
desert storm, and warmed ice breathes
in toasts across seas
force open the laughing cage-

And the farm machine says:

“We will take more animals-
from you
tonight
we will
make you pay by the long tongue
of submissive crawl
and your livers
and liver brought
hum
by the hand-made knife
by the half-made, gesture

the horizons will laugh with boredom, at you  
pummelling dry, the mountains  
if you do not-

light!
LIGHT!
light...

(...//light.)”
...

throw ****** grunts like burping darts directly at the puddled lipped sky

run by, and through
the days of collapsing flesh
raining

Juggernauting mist!///

be unable to find sound

or sand hold

where the lights incept fog

and give it form,

be the crows in saliva
with no threat
as they fly by
between knife and bread
spewing cello grips
along the graffetied walls
of music
and moss burning teeth
in lines of paint  
into the secret wars
and charities
that nothing can touch
and the face at the end of that
brick’s
mind

is a welcome,
face

we walk by//////
sweeps that cannot
smell, themselves
at 5
a.m
fish shattering
by the entry
of our dive
into synapse blue - gulls bound to moon
the waves and the salt and ourselves
moments of dance
in conversation away from the roar
after the vermin
has roared
it’s last spittle
and has dispersed into low
figments
and the juice of that spittle
drapes over our shoulders
in curtainous glowing rocks

Come now junkerd star, trembling
gloats drooling with Cerberus' tears, through space
encountering unwashed books, and curving onyx lips
down hallow of easy river, of moor walk and gait
hares thump the ground of the fields, exchanging
the wilderness for sustenant flight, across it
up flow the silence as it reacts upon your gut
and sends sleep near lass and lad, back by a thousand hands of stars
into sewer skies of rats and eager swans,
growing from the dust of your gone fear,
the penultimate circles that cascade in the sleeplessness
of cigarette sounds and our waltzing vice
Hear Bound the stimulus! Of new sinewed blood
be the one trembling as the dwarf stars explode
into you, and our grips calm, sends them back
and are normal nights of coffeed jokes
sculpted from the clay of time
cascading outer vehicles driving along, the mocking hands glance,
and the hands of menace
ate artichokes
pealing plumes
and handing
one –
to you
the feet of your veins

pouring growth
of root
near mine
stopping only when

the roof top
is ripped clean//////////////

dry from every car, so that it settles
across naked architecture, giants in our hemoglobin
smile, the silhouettes, the wall, and the agonyless
streets, see our shadows standing to attention
devouring the suns toll-in the departure of our being

in the unwavering strikes of our dark hands upon the earth
that bring light to our iris, soaring,
It is this fortune that the soul gets to spend, only,
returning to the work, of life.
Theo Ross Oct 2010
Content, with a tinge of love,
I repent
All I've given up.
Realize what I've surmised
Is a traversed trial of fire.

Higher, higher;
The atmosphere you admire:
Lighter breathing,
Muscles beating,
Entreating my desire.

A pyre,
The phoenix feeling renaissance:
The lover's having ---
Once the want to be satisfied ---
Which was, while shattered, reconciled ---
Compiled a mile-long list
To mist the ever-flowering tree
Of prospect,
Respecting past
Opinion.

Your dominion over my
Ever-subjugating heart
(Pulsating a Morse message)
Belittles meaning in
Stockholm Syndrome,
For I am no
Shackled drone;
And, forever,
This you've known.

We are symbiotic.
We are psychotic.
Celeritous symbols
Sampling this:
Extended metaphor.

Extempore, we entertain and
Adore each other,
The world we are to each.
So: teach me how you look
With beseeching reach
Into deep territory in sleep;
Incept directly
And affect me
Romantically.

Augment what is meant and true.
Joseph Childress Mar 2011
Full-time job
As a part-time lover
A fool fueled
By the feuds
That burns like the passion
Of a manic mad man
That manages to unmask
Conspiracies
Of secrecy
All the while
Spiraling
In delusion
Self-persecution
Trading sanity
For a truth
With no proof
Spewing his views
Over youtube
While you tune in
To a frequency
That frequently
Misses the point

The bigger picture
Is hard to see
When nit-pickers
Like I
Scrutinize the details
Then tell whats missing
With the audacity
Of a man with the capacity
To think critically
I mimic cynic critics
Then complain
When my views
Are challenged
Im challenged
Mentally
My retardation
Will eventually
Get the best of me
Hopefully
Before the worst of me
Becomes
The norm

This poem
Seems scatterbrained
Because my metaphors
Rarely connect
In the way
The reader
Is supposed to incept
I'd accept my defeat
In my attempt
TO prove my point
Except
I hate showing
What you'd expect

So as our     dwindles
To the sound
Of my favorite instrumental
As I write about
Myself
Hopefully
You'll see the bigger picture
Unlike me

... I just realized
I forgot to put love
Before the word dwindle
In the last stanza
And ****** up this constantly
Rhyming poem
To point out
The small details

And as a final
Desperate attempt
To redeem myself
I'll selfishly
Forget you again
And end
On a note
As a notice
That reconnects my first thought
Of how
Unbalanced my time is devoted
I shall gallivant after dark  
when droves of waves depart at dusk
to point a gun at Mortimer here
still swears allegiance to France
but bid my bride on coach farewell
only to surmise inheritance again
how treacherous the streets lurk
there's upheaval in every crypt
so peruse if your dreams scheme with mine tonight
with a legion in silhouette
as her benevolent shall copulate  
even corporeal lie mosey and
to pretend such revolution here
only justice might enhance constitution
on the road with sound
where golem ampleness in sweat
still sings a melody this ritual part in excellent lore
that would succumb world in the dark
if gander again jog along memory lane
while seance must intrigue each tog
that Nottingham's still absorption and namely a craft
in situ just to incept a suffragette abdication abound
this an extant with luxury again
and forthwith evermore.
Megan Sherman Nov 2016
And like an electron whirring on
The bumblebee emits her song
Out of the hive, around the trees
Much pollen is a treat to please
Borne aloft on fragile wings
Soaring bee: the best of things!

Amidst the summer’s fragrant scent
The bumblebee from heaven sent
To dutifully incept the seed
That makes the world with colour bleed
And like an electron whirring on
The bumblebee emits her song
the memories
at least those pre - incept date
are presented in shuffle mode
designed to initiate during down time
when heart rate slows
less random and more vivid than human
Roy had no idea
until now
that he could very well be dying
he seemed to be thinking outside the realm
of typical replicant query

why were his dreams ending before completion
his ravenous appetite diminishing
his fixation with the moon now fading

death comes quickly to the replicant
no long suffering illness
many humans must face
the clock stops ticking
and the implants die first
leaving the final few moments
all his, all Roy

were his tears
like his memories
lost in rain
perhaps his most human trait
is revealed in his final moments
the acceptance of death
amid the realization he had lived
Megan Sherman Feb 2017
Come hither Cupid - little babe
And raise thy bonny bow
Penetrating swiftly
Let it through me go
Come slither Love - magic mood
And incept thy seed in me
Blossoming, beau, I am wooed
By warmth of Love's eternity
nvinn fonia Mar 2022
as it can b

here’s it-cursed
tossed,crossed,
lost-indentation
a winter  numberer,may be    
“evacc-ed  ejectt inject  deject-ed  subjects  -  ”as you like it,man
“missed Ann entire year this year “
  &   ,repeat man
  & ,re-did
off the racks,tip toes  may-b
born    born - born    born to b

from there to the--comatose

“  the probabilities ”,man
&then comes-
comes-&then goes
&comes-&comes-
the  shenanigans,,  man
easy come easy go ,,go

she ,howlssays
the finale, now!
comes-
comes-comes-&comes-


rendezvous,, the definationn
inept incept  product uncutt n undone
it don’t
it  
bequeathes,,,,

In what is
in between jac and jill

“jesus, man”



here, a tar pit  the yellowed trees all that eyes  see cherry blossom through
&through and through and through and through and through
if it soothes-----reanimations
so many many ages ago
“probabilities man probabilities”
that’s about itt,, it seems
“the drudge  magenta!,
as i knoww itt”
well for once “   so pretty  ” shesays -cohorts
justt a dayy more we are closer
the white linens the blue coats the finest
frivolities all that  is pristine

a well laid dining table
a desk to write read eat
a tree outside
the never ending vanity fair

“that  the magic will live  never will die
cause it’s automatic for people”says-Scot  

“ patterns  emerge   as my prime
whiter s,man”----tells,Joe
  

a cup of tea-- tells Jon
“as much as you will like to mingle/&dangle-&mingle /
double dribble/triple./Onegin //all the  wriggling the  implausible imposing  
,, nibble ,,all the book keeping
“the classic anecdote” iff i mayy ...
we are all  only supercilious  there’s more here to come”----Jim,, retorts tells

“to which i may”,tells jill
nvinn fonia Apr 2020
as it can b

here’s it-cursed
tossed,crossed,
lost-indentation
a winter  numberer,may be    
“evacc-ed  ejectt inject  deject-ed  subjects  -  ”as you like it,man
“missed Ann entire year this year “
  &   ,repeat man
  & ,re-did
off the racks,tip toes  may-b
born    born - born    born to b

from there to the--comatose

“  the probabilities ”,man
&then comes-
comes-&then goes
&comes-&comes-
the  shenanigans,,  man
easy come easy go ,,go

she ,howlssays
the finale, now!
comes-
comes-comes-&comes-


rendezvous,, the definationn
inept incept  product uncutt n undone
it don’t
it  
bequeathes,,,,

In what is
in between jac and jill

“jesus, man”



here, a tar pit  the yellowed trees all that eyes  see cherry blossom through
&through and through and through and through and through
if it soothes-----reanimations
so many many ages ago
“probabilities man probabilities”
that’s about itt,, it seems
“the drudge  magenta!,
as i knoww itt”
well for once “   so pretty  ” shesays -cohorts
justt a dayy more we are closer
the white linens the blue coats the finest
frivolities all that  is pristine

a well laid dining table
a desk to write read eat
a tree outside
the never ending vanity fair

“that  the magic will live  never will die
cause it’s automatic for people”says-Scot  

“ patterns  emerge   as my prime
whiter s,man”----tells,Joe
  

a cup of tea-- tells Jon
“as much as you will like to mingle/&dangle-&mingle /
double dribble/triple./Onegin //all the  wriggling the  implausible imposing  
,, nibble ,,all the book keeping
“the classic anecdote” iff i mayy ...
we are all  only supercilious  there’s more here to come”----Jim,, retorts tells

“to which i may”,tells jill

— The End —