"phonic" poems
Technology:
how I love you and loathe you
in the same breath
your phonic ears
listening out for
a babble of distress
from a childs vest
sleeping soundly
in the next room
your ten tentacle arms
purge my words
and shelter emotions
across vast distances
for long lost friends
to find comfort
in 140 characters
your innovations
are the respirator
the breathing lungs
the beating heart
the bionic limbs
that help without want
to walk again
if only you could
just once
guess my words
correctly
just once
is all I ask
I invited that girl
for a pint
not a riot
and the black berry
ripens in the east
is now an improvised
IED
Technology:
will you ever be perfect?
or will you always
be evolving
how will you know
that you have not
stepped back
to be overshadowed
by an ape
punching numbers
searching for Shots
and finding Pints
in the middle of
a dusty Riot
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
-something real. Something strong and sturdy, believable. I want to write words that are heavy with lightness and dark with their brightness, to draw on a page a life so unbelievably real, so inconceivably mine
in creation
I want to write
-not just love. Not a ***** with a couple of drink-mangled bugs. I want to write about that feeling of blood churning and the warmth of emotion not physical feeling, to put into words the unwordable joy of being in the presence of
not just anyone
Anyone. Like the not-platonic-non-romantic affection that Rudy would not fail to hint at, that so-wanted kiss that Liesel gave, it wasn't so much the action as the meaning behind it. Like that itch on Death's ear when Liesel he came near, not to take her yet, but to steal her story, to live through it. To feel the words dance in his void, non-niceness, the infinite meanings and the power of phonic combinations.
They allow even Death to live.
I want to write like Zusak, like Rowling, like me.
I want to write
-the philosophies. The thoughts and wishes and wonders of a minority. I want to write about those opinions of those whose voices are too small and their souls beautifully lit up but unseen, their ideologies so unmistakably right but also naive and innocent, to stage their feelings from transition to transition
their words to the wise
I want to write
-characters so flawed. Each with an inner splendor most radiant, but with their fields of starless black and heads that wander from this to that. I want to write lives and people so different, with not-so-good lives and not-so-normal features. People who, though lacking thereof, cliche the right things and believe
in the wrong
The wrong. Their thoughts and meanings about life and beyond, undesirable and judged but that is the human mentality, such as Hazel Grace felt about her casualties and Alaska Young wondered about the labyrinth's unending game. So standard at first, but then Gandalf came and Bilbo learned the differences between Hobbit and the untame. The reasons and purposes of life's grand living, through the eyes of those whose faces are shunned.
Hermione wasn't just a bibliosiac.
I want to write like Green, like Tolkien, like me.
Alas, the clock, a stained moon, it darkens, and the prejudice of people as well as the pride, unfortunately Austen couldn't lessen so much. Stereotypes triumphantly sit on the throne with their Mary-Sue maids catering from head to toe. I can't barge in, object to the crowning, because today I admit it: my writing is dying.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
Magnetic sounds abound, reboundandresoundinglyastound within the
subsonic harmonic;
a melodic tonic sprung from the atomic phonic fountain of uncertain sonic frolic.
WWWRRROOOSSSH WWWRRROOOSSSH
RRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMHHHHHHH
Eclectic echoes from beyond
A name.... of fame? A Dame? A Dane? A dum, Ba-dump? Once slain? Ordained? Ashamed?
Lifetimes spilling......
.
.
.
.
Memories
.
.
..
....
filling,
nought thought.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
Shivers, subdued, sit poised and submerged for flight
Just below my, still yet, warm-to-the-touch skin.
Conversation licks across a yellow light
As my mind wanders to simply going in.
Yet, my neck creaks back and heavy my lids lie
When the decision finally comes to speak
And vocal chords retreat as if always shy--
Miscommunication between tongue and cheek.
Resilient, an iris peeps out to observe
A mind's vague understanding of echoed phonic.
Small leaves shiver. A chill creeps across each nerve.
The night serves as a stress relieving tonic.
A comforting thought as I reach to envelop:
That each day serves as a chance to develop.
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 11:42 PM UTC
I rotate around you
on a slanted axis that
shows you more of my left side
and less of my scarred eyebrow.
If I were a whale
my phonic lips could sing
the distance away
through an acoustic habitat
but I must rely on outer space
to deliver my love call
in tact - for I cannot shout
loud enough,
I am too human
I am too small
for this love, I can't make
it reach you,
you're too far away.
Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 9:33 PM UTC
Flash
I want to do something crazy
Like running ****
Maybe get a little tipsy
If you want me to
I'll go out and do a show
Show you everything I have
You know how this goes
If you say calm down
I'll just get louder
If you tell me one more time
Why would you rather?
**** the fun, down **** it now
Tonight we are going all out.
Flash flash baby flash flash
flash flash x2
Close your eyes
Don't pay attention
Loose your mind
To ***********
Let's pose into a fun position
And act the fool did I forget to mention?
Melodyx2
Girl don't get shy let's have a blast
Come with me and just Flash!
If you don't loosen up you may even get booed
Were not chill were just to crazy for you
Is how we are so
Don't you wait up
I'll just leave you and go get drunk.
If you say calm down
I'll just get louder
If you tell me one more time
Why would you rather?
**** the fun, down **** it now
Tonight we are going all out.
Chorus
Half Psychotic, sip Hypnotic, got my feet on electronic
So robotic, its bionic
Call it retro-phonic
I know you wanted, baby you just forgot it
Is how it happened, you were a little on it
Before you met me, you were a tiny bit boring
Look the sun's out, and now's good Morning.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
That river runs most of the year, through
Wickenburg, Arizona,
phonic resonance, wiccan, twisted wick
dipped in golden oil to write the vision,
seen from the copper kettle coffee shop
on the banks of the shallow Hasayampa
I formed a story from a glimpse, an instance
made plain for me, I see, seeming
to think we know I mean you see, we know.
We know the way oaths work, we comprehend
open source, may we all say we know and know,
nothing said to have been done by truth,
as all things worked together,
is intentionally keeping
our interpretations of story smeared history,
from just yesterday, as true, first impression
as ever began,
I wrote. And I write, and as I write, I think,
I pray, instants passed in the process give
momentary pause
ele-ment-al
all ment ends are mental acts done thought,
deed done, as when in his heart a man does,
be it he or she, wombed or un, mirror neurons
do not discern thought and deed, indeed,
we all have been beguiled, but never forever.
We die to know, but we then do, as far as you
may know, until we go incommunicado.
Nov 2, 2023
Nov 2, 2023 at 3:43 PM UTC
Hast thou found honey?
Eat so much as is good for thee,
thinking moderation then, success.
Ah, the analyst's probe, is it satisfying?
Child mind alerts, perks up its ear,
single minds have single ears, child mind
focus state, un monitored you, recall, child
minding your own business walking in the road.
Accepting having RSVP'd, we'ld wonder at first,
did we actually ask for this, or is this all made up?
Child mind cocked sure, I know.
We are all an alien probe learning the questions.
Each letter holds an American English phonic response…
and we… the elite sharers of knowns gleaned from scripture.
--selah, also means let it rest
The precedent for a post temple social order arose,
and the minds required for that task arose as well, but
as you know, knowledge was closely held, sacred codes,
cost of being called and chosen, male alone, bred to the bull.
Bred to the king of beasts, wed to the dragon whose bones
we have found in the gullet of beached Leviathans…
tribe of Bill Levy, sudden psy-psi dead guy makes a suggestion,
remember the yen to yank reality aright, and think it funny?
Jes' yankin' y'chaim, only be having like
a child's mind, pedo-meter counting steps away, flee
the birthing trauma, do the dying well.
Earnest Becker, take a chair, I think I felt you linger there,
death divined most fine state, just wait, settling, you feel.
Oct 19, 2023
Oct 19, 2023 at 1:09 PM UTC
HER LIPS SPOKE OF
WISDOME FED BY SCIENCE BOOKS
AND HISTORY TEXT AND
PHILOSOPHY OF ASSUMPTIONS
CARRYING A STRICKING EYE
FOR STUDENTS THAT
WON'T SIT STILL
SHE CLAIMS SHE LIKE'S IT QUIET
DURING FREE TIME OF READING
BUT I'M STARING DOWN
AT TEEN MAGAZINS
CAUSE MICHAEL JACKSON
MAKES ME SHREEK IN MY SEAT
AND I SAY NOTHING NOR
READ NOTHING BUT
STARE
ADMIRINGLY AT HIS
PUZZLING FEATURES
THEN HER VOICE RISES OVER
MY HEAD LIKE FLYING BULLETS
MISSING MY BRAIN AND EYE SOCKETS
BUT SHE PLUNGED INTO MY EARS
LIKE THUNDER BULT AND LIGHTNING
AND MY SEAT WENT HOT
WHEN SHE STARED DOWN AT ME
HER WORDS CUDDLED UP
AGAINTS MY IGNORANCE
AS I FIGHT OFF THE BALANCE
SHE NEVER
OBTAINED TO
MAINTAINE
MY ATTENTION
ONLY FEAR
MY HEART POUNDING
!!!STARTLED!!!
AT HER
RATTLE SNAKE INTENSIONS
AND HER VENOMOUSE WORDS
FELL UPON MY
LOW IQ
SHAMED AT MY ABILITY
TO LEARN EVER SO SMALL
AND SHE COULDN'T MANAGE
TO STAND UP AGAINTS
MY DIFFICULT APPLE
BITTEN BY SO MANY
BITTEN AT THE BIRTH
AND EATEN BY THE BEAST
OF STUDENTS WHO
STAND EGO HIGH AGAINTS ME
TURNING HEADS AT ME
WITH A GLARE IN THEIR EYE
THAT ONLY HORROR MOVIES COULD DEPICT
SHE DECIDED TO
FAVOR
THE WIDTH
THE DISTANCE
AND
THE RISK
OF HAVING ME
HER STUDENT... AT ALL...
AND TELLS ME
"YOU WILL NEVER WIN,
BUT I WILL"
??????????
WHY MRS. ANDERSON...
WHAT EVER DID YOU MEAN BY THAT
23 YRS AGO I WANNA KNOW????????
BUT I COULDN'T CONCENTRATE
OR PAY YOU THE FAME
BECAUSE YOU STAND UP THERE
LIKE SOME PRESIDENT OFFERING
NO LESS THAN A TOOL
I CAN'T GET TO A HIGHER LEVEL
LIKE THE OTHER KIDS
FEELING LIKE A ROBOT
STANDING IN LINE TO EAT
STANDING IN LINE TO PLAY
RAISE MY HAND LIKE A CONVICT
TO GO TO THE BATHROOM
AS IF THIS WERE THE MALICHA OR
A **** OR NOZI OR HOW EVER YOU SPELL
THE **** NAME
CAUSE IT AIN'T ENGLISH
YOUR RING TONE PHONIC VOICE
RINGS IN MY EAR TO THIS DAY
AND YOUR PIERCING DULL BLUE EYES
IS ALL I NEVER WANT MY CHILD
TO HAVE AFTER ME
A TEACHER WHO THINKS
SHE IS THERE JUST TO BEAT DOWN
A CHILD
IN THIER MINDS.
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
The birds came to visit
Early in the morning
Waiting by the dolphin
And porridge bowl.
There was a Peacock
An Eagle and two Pelicans
A Perigine Falcan, a Macaw
And a nest of baby Birds.
Evelyn ate her breakfast
Read her phonic words
And talked to Grandma
It was a sunny day today.
Love Mary x
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 7:38 AM UTC
I could speak endlessly on how this is my all to u
give u summer on cold days
A fuzzy breez on hot nights
So u can gaze moonlight
At the sound of phonic melodys
With no expressed limitations
Abstract sounds ,physical bodies nd mental objects
Everything
This is me giving u everything, giving u everything
Timeless univers
Myraid paradise
In disguise
For you hypnotize
The true nature of existance
That with my last breath ,to death flown
I surrender my soul
This is me giving u everything
Giving u everything
Giving
Giving giving u everything
An ocean full of emotion
Thy absence causes distortion
Disects my world into two
Phases that cease fatality
Thus in this reality
I seek not Oder but to give
This is me giving u everything
Everything giving u everything
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
The hollow tinkling tipping tumble of glass on tile
Follows the path of patient feet
Ever slowly out into the open
The cracking hollow creaking of grating joints
Meets the draw tight face
Where smile lines cut like a knife into the cheeks
Rose tinted black lashed blue eyes stare blank ahead
Collapsing china made brittle by claims
To what it is,
What it should be
Say, think and feel
Like a toy shoved between two children
Stretched, banged and reused
The marionette played its silken strings for others
Danced to the same dreaded tune
Around and around that merry chortled phonic dirge
Eating away at its own strings
Snapping like rotten wire
A puppet no longer
Ill and abused
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
The courage to encourage
(‘tis no accident the overlapping
of these two words)
<•>
tilling the fields of beautifully
and freshly seeded words,
gift wrapped in the essays
of the experimenting,
carefully and carelessly toe dipping
in the tooling of shapes and paintings sourced from a mere handful of
twenty six water colors,
in fresh water streaming waterfalls of:
knew
new eyes
new words
newly hewn
combinations
all
upon the early morn bluey sketch,
against a noisy background of a new day’s
first blushing
when the rested brain is so, so
receptive to newness,
itself a word of a
délicieuse lovely phonic
mouth treat
at 6:35an
on an ordinary Thursday
and now an
extraordinary Thursday,
when my inbox of old eyes
is delighted
and crinkly smiling
at the enduring uncovering
of
daring,
earning while yearning,
poets eager to give us freely
the first fruits of
their hybrid creations
makes an old man
weep new tears,
to accompany
him till the end
of the day,
each tear a diatom of lace upon
an endless river of,
well,
the everything,
a knitting of letters
flaring up with a robust,
Hey!
I am here,
I am aborning
so glad to make your acquaintance
nml
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 7:15 AM UTC