"inflect" poems
It all begins
With pronouns
I becomes the subject
Of my project
Adding you
And collectively we
I choose you and me
And I exclude the he and the she
Until I am certain of we
You and I pick verbs
actions
Inflect them to match
fit
begin narratives
Transitive verbs take objects
You touch
tickle
tease
taste
take skin
*******
lips
me with words
Words have become a clause
But still a simple construction
So, you tickle me where?
For this you need a preposition
To position your tickling ammunition
Do you touch
tickle
tease me ON my *******
*******
thighs
buttocks
****
Do you feel me INSIDE my mouth
****
soul?
Positioning is envisioning.
Then you use adjectives
To modify descriptions of
Sensory inscriptions
So, gentle complements touch
Soft and passionate kiss
And you become superlative
And adverbs elaborate experience
expression
exploration
You fill me deeply
thoroughly
violently with all that is you
But adverbs can also mean time
Not sweet or cursed time
Or time denoting age
But timing is always important
And grammar dictates
That
Time adverbs are placed
As a beginning or an end
Like a lover's embrace
Thus,
This morning, you woke me with
A demanding "here and now! " and I will reciprocate this, tonight, I vow.
Conjunctions are sentence connectors
And sentences behave like detectors
Bodies balancing with and, but, or
Otherwise subordinate
And the scale tips towards
Conditioning hypotaxis
Making actions a complicated praxis
(before my mind can connect, you will have to pursuade it /pursue it)
But we coordinate conjunctions
Equally
I touch you
You touch me
Exploring
Exploding sensory functions
So, together we cry imperatives
Completing our ****** narratives
Moaning
Whimpering
Begging
Yelling: Please... bind me!
touch me!
bite me!
take me!
come!
Oh! Please, come!
I love the English language... ;)
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 5:10 PM UTC
Your nouns are spread
On sheets
Of white impeccability
Attached complements provide
Detail
Description
Of beauty
Excellence
And we both inflect
Flex
Our verbs
With precision
In perfect concord
We take specific (pre)positions
Towards me
Around you
Inside
In out in out
Up
Upwards
Denying every possibility
Of negations
Conjunctions
Limitations in scope
And we end existence
In a loud
Exclamation!
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 4:14 AM UTC
In a library you could find a book's buildup,
There was this quiet girl who hid behind bookshelves.
She was special, for she took the courage to stand up;
For those who could not stand up for themselves.
She realized that those fighting what they're fearing,
Often did not have a choice.
And that the ones worth hearing,
Often did not have the loudest voice.
She was the one to have her sails unfurled,
In a storm, yet not inflect.
For sometimes those who change the world,
Are the ones you least expect.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 7:36 AM UTC
We need to talk, she said at last
Her perched up high and holding fast
Like some towering iconoclast
And I bowed to her whim
She looked me up and down and then
She threw a fist under her chin
Cocked her head and to begin
She said “Well, I’ve been thinking”
I sat and let her thoughts collect
My silence somewhat circumspect
No words for fear they would inflect
And belie my position
A million possibilities
Of personal fragilities
A lack of sensibilities
An abject lack of tact
An endless scroll of mournful songs
The devil’s list of total wrongs
Small evils gather by the throngs
Just what is it I’ve done?
Or maybe that’s the problem here
It’s not mere acts that cause my fear
For the ills I own are not so clear
It’s the fault of willed omission
Have I not noticed something change
Or left things fester like a mange
Priorities to rearrange
Oh so much left undone
And in a moment she begins
To load upon me my grave sins
Just think of all the dreadful things
Resign me to my fate
And then her lips begin to move
Her voice a breathy open louvre
Her words of silk are just as smooth
“I think we need a cat”
~ L. Alexander Carlé
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 5:25 PM UTC
"Everyone quiet now."
A rose petal floats through the air
so effortlessly
Always reaching the ground
too quickly
Is it falling
or does it scamper away?
Is it living
or not worth the attention?
Beautiful mystery,
the most lovely thing
to mind or mention.
Frightening discovery
the most lending thing
to tension
"And ugly as sin!"
Yet still heard are bird songs...
"everyone quiet now"
Listen to the wind blow
Feel it kiss and caress your face
Watch flowers bloom
"Out of toxic waste!"
"everyone quiet now"
...
The grass ascends from the ground
Each delicate blade touched by the sun
"Profound! Like worms in the mud!"
"everyone quiet now"
*"Hear this, pay stark attention with respect
it may save your life some dark day-inflect"*
The sun glistens through all clouds
seeming to envelop the sky
Shining through any darkness
That can and will
Relentlessly devour
Consume all in its path
"Like the leaves on a tree from a mother giraffe!"
"everyone quiet now. This is important."
Look back to the sky
Sparkling luminously
Ever at day
Ever at night
Powers and magic
Beyond any vast imagination
And you at its core with every sensation
to reveal this much and more, provide inspiration
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
i haven't been able to get you off my mind.
not that that's different than any other day,
but i miss you
and i hope you're ok.
sometimes i can feel your pain run through me slightly.
like a wave, sparked by your tears.
and i picture you crying, alone in the world, scared, longing for something for someone,
and that's when i feel it.
i would give anything to make it stop.
to take it away and inflect it on myself.
but then, if we are so connected, and if you do love me as i love you, then you wouldn't be able to escape the pain either.
when you love someone you feel their pain they are going through something you can't save them from
and that kills you inside.
i know there's not much i can do.
and there sure isn't anything i can say.
but, i try to do what you did with me:
hug me and tell me it's all going to be ok.
i didn't believe you. i still don't.
but, your arms around my back felt nice.
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 6:59 AM UTC
Penetrating deeply into a heart much colder,
Gone is the time for need of a comforting shoulder.
Sympathy and caring far less then genuine,
To the realization, you are not a patient of mine.
Seen as a sight of angelic manifestation,
While truly a heathen of antagonistic isolation.
A heart that bleeds for others without a witness,
But trying to shrink your head was merely witless.
Trying to fix aspects that I felt were broken,
Only to see they were merely ways of coping.
With problems that inflect both of us the same,
What I view is my own scope, is not always that insane.
So I see what I see, and I feel like a **** heel,
But one does not always find the need that they feel.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
Be all, see all, say all
in insignificance, sightless and inarticulate
what else to own but superficiality and posturing
belligerence in the absence of self-worth and substance
inadequacies, vices and shame all painted in snowflakes hues
the gut wrenching fact of the disadvantages of life's station and status
that limitation of social placements and scarcity of development
the cossetted ignorance bred and the hackneyed minds
the riveting pain of resultant bad choices made
the hate and self-loathing ingested within
that staining perception of oppression
the anger of not being good enough
of un-taken opportunities
of being down-trodden
the inferiority complex
frustration of hardship
invisible and unheard
what can they do, what can they say
oh hell, find them a way to vent and depressurize
find them a scapegoat to blame and share their suffering
give them an object to demonize and castigate and burn at the stake
give them a sacrificial lamb to relieve their incessant angst and anger
Let them be all comrades
Let them inflect suffering and gape
Let them be able to say we have tied Colossus down
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 4:52 PM UTC
As I look at this blank sheet of paper all that comes to mind is you,the one who took it all from me the one who took my innocents away and my mother the one who knew that it happen but yet did nothing to fix the problem
The problem was not the little innocent girl that was no longer pure in the eyes of Christians because she "asked" for it the problem is the man who thought it was right to take this little girl by the wrist and inflect pain into her and yet still lives his life as a free man
This girl is no longer little but a broken beat down 16 year old fight every day to survive with words throw at her like stick and stone she has scars on her body to hide the fact that she can not always be strong sometimes the only friend was a blade as it carved pretty pictures in her already used skin it was the only thing beautiful about her
her cheeks stained red from his hand print and her body bruised from his touch her smile was fake for everyone to see but only she could see the monster from inside her eyes are as black as the mans heart and her head is filled of the memory's that man placed there with out permission
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
i witness bliss in your destruction
a serendipitous demolition
with precision you tear apart
the remainder of my heart
and inflect the blessed pain of love
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 11:22 PM UTC
*i awakened from a dream about the stars
the earth and other planets were like tiny sparks
they commenced to dance so fast
that i wondered if it will all end up in dust
or will it outlast the beating of our hearts
intrusive wisdom is always unwanted
a burden that should never be long forgotten
you are the cause that is ever begun
you are the source of my mind gone numb
i witness bliss in your destruction
a serendipitous demolition of the sun
with precision you tear out the remainder of my heart
and inflect the blessed pain of love*
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC