"rel" poems
Face of MADNESS , gather your twisted strength
Stench like sadness? (Do)n't confuse, its greatness
Sway through the fractures and disjointedness
Disembodied manifestation, useless phenomenon
S(cul)p(ture)s hammered into DisFuRme/nt
Castrate salient pieces of that body
Spew inhuman lexicon insinuating i-n/co\here/nce
Slaughter the (harm)ony within cadence
Screech! H o w l! Growl!
Rel(easing) murderous miseries within infected entr[ails]
R A G E, count{less} bullets turning fl{ashes} of sanity to CAD(AVE)R(S)
De[generate] ripping throat of conscio(us)ness
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
She wants a spark that isn’t there,
that never was, but always burned.
Routine remains in comfort where
love should reside. Two hearts once frost
are made warm when one, and only
joined together when separate.
This truth is implanted to a
girl who is as broken as the lives
she’s left behind. Intentions are
fueled by the hope of a road cleared
ahead of the fallible thick-
et their feet fall on now. Toes are
scarred from entangled roots scattered
the width of the path. To stray is
to stay on course, she says to him.
The fill of a thrill from a chase
already deemed triumphant ball-
oons his wings. He soars in the sky
to rival the eagle. Though ev-
en she cannot ignore the threat
of temptation. Indirect in-
iquities thrive in the life of
the one who began this feat by
fault of suppressed ignorance now
made alive. Infidelity
envelopes their lackluster rel-
ation. They wonder if there ev-
er was anything there at all. A
friendly companionship confused
as love? What is love but a con-
nection between friends. His protests
fall on deaf ears. She has felt the
flames, and they are warm. Their paths are
clear, but not as predicted. In-
to the sunset they walk, between
them another heart, more cold than
the one they shared.
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 5:10 PM UTC
I was doing a crossword puzzle
Yesterday, to pass the time,
The clues were all about animals
Both across, and down the line,
The wife was out in the kitchen
And I’d call the harder clues,
While she’d reply with a patient sigh
As she cooked two different stews.
It wasn’t as easy as I’d thought
Some clues were quite obscure,
Though each would bring up some animal
That we should have known, for sure,
But as I scribbled across the squares
I found some didn’t fit,
I’d call, ‘Lynette, have you worked it yet?’
But she’d never heard of it.
She’d said, ‘Two heads are better than one,’
And I thought she might be right,
The names that came out too long, I thought
Must be an oversight,
But when they clashed with the downward clues
And I crumpled up my hat,
That furry purr by the fireside there
Was just a common Dat.
And things that flew in the night became
Some thing they called a Rel,
They must be horrible creatures, like
Some creature based in Hell,
But as it crossed the Ordothlicon
I knew it must be right,
For on the left was a Rerr that leapt
On a dark and stormy night.
She said that really my spelling might
Be not quite up to scratch,
The ones that I knew as Pidgins flew
The coop in quite a batch,
And honey gathering Lees in trees
Were paired with wild Gorrils,
While Madgers seemed to be burrowing
All though the distant hills.
‘I’ve never heard of these animals,’
I said, in quite a stew,
Lynette called out from the kitchen that
She didn’t know them, too,
I walked around and I locked the doors
And I set each window latch,
In case that some of them wandered in
Like Carroll’s Bandersnatch.
I’m loth to wander the streets at night
If Rogs are on the prowl,
And keep away from the Cagpies nests
And the things that say ‘Miaowl’,
It seems that Berons are on the beach
And Peagulls in the air,
Lynette said better we stay inside
Than to get Peegull in our hair.
David Lewis Paget
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
If one race becomes ready to bear the rel brunt
Then at least seven races are saved from disaster
All those who do care in this regard come on front
The glory of the time only they dare to capture
Our forefathers taught us to survive head high
They were real soldiers whose footsteps we follow
Trained us to honorably live and gracefully die
All enemies to be cut to pieces to leave them hollow
I am a follower of footsteps of my valiant leaders
Till the other end of the world with zeal and zest
In the process I am ready to kiss very many altars
But still I maintain I am nothing they were the best
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 3:09 AM UTC
MY MEDICATION WORKS, BUT WHAT DO YOU DO ABOUT SIDE EFFECTS
WELL, IF YA SIDE EFFECT IS MOVING HANDS, DO SOMETHING CREATIVE LIKE I DO
TO TAKE THE ADNOMALITIES OUT OF YOUR HANDS
IF YA SIDE EFFECTS ARE MAKING YA HUNGRY
GET HYPED UP AND WRITE STORY BY STORY ABOUT YOUR LIFE
INSTEAD OF DWELL IN EACH ASPECT OF YOUR PAST
IF YA SIDE EFFECTS MAKE YOU ANGRY AT YOUR VOICES
TRY AND WORK THROUGH IT, LIKE YOU ARE ALWAYS GOING TO **** OFF SOME POOR SOUL
WHETHER YOU MEAN IT OR NOT
IF YOUR SIDE EFFECTS MEAN YOU ARE JUMPY
JUST WRITE STORIES AND DO ART, TO REL;AX YOURSELF
IF YA SIDE EFFECTS HAS VOICES SAYING YOUR JUST AS MESSED UP AS THE NEXT PERSON
JUST, TRY AND DROWN YOUR VOICES IN A GOOD BOOK, A DVD BLURAY
GAMES CONSOL, TAPESTRY YOUTUBE SPORT ON TELEVISION OR ANY OTHER TV SHOW
AND IF YA MEDICATION HAS VOICES SAYING, DON’T TAKE YOUR MEDICATION THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH YA
LOOK AT THE BIG PICTURE, TRY TO WRITE PROBLEMS AND DELLUSIONS OUT OF YA
IF YOU ARE HEARING PEOPLE RIOT OUTSIDE, THE BEST THING IS THINK THEY ARE PARTYING
DOESN’T ALWAYS WORK, BUT REALLY THINKING POSITIVELY ABOUT PEOPLE OUTSIDE IS MUCH BETTER
THAT THINKING THEY ARE RIOTING OUTSIDE, MY MATE THINKS THEY ARE RIOTING,
HE SAYS HE IS TRUTHFUL, BUT HE’S NEGATIVE, BUT THINK PEOPLE ARE PARTYING
IF YOU HAVE SIDE EFFECTS OF THE DEAD TEASING YOU, WRITE THE POSITIVE STORY
OUT OF YOU, TO SAY, THAT SLIM DUSTY IS ALIVE AND WELL, AND LIVING IN MY HEAD
I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE A BEER WITH SLIM HERE
YEAH I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE A BEER WITH SLIM
BUT WITH MY MEDICATION AND MY PAST
IT COULD BRING DELLUSIONAL VOICES AGAIN
AND SEND ME TO THE PSYCH WARD, WHERE THE CRAZY PEOPLE ARE
BUT THEY ARE ONLY CRAZY CAUSE THE SYSTEM DOESN’T LIKE THEM
FROM A ****** FAR
SO I CHUCK A METHANE SMOOTHIE ON DAD YEAH
AND SAY HAVE A GREAT NEXT LIFE
SLIM DUSTY IS ALIVE AND WELL AND LIVING IN MY HEAD
CAUSE I SING ABOUT PARTYING, AND I PARTY IN FRONT OF THE COMPUTER
LIKE A COOL DUDE DOES
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
You make me feel like I'm pAthetic
Because you Lead me on
And thEn you go and get with another girl
My friend. My throat goes Xerotypic
My heart feels lIke it's stinking
I guess misery is denSe
Why do I Greive for you
When you make me feel so smAll
You took my heart and Broke it
RelEase me I beg you from your heart and grip
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
the english numbing of the trill, as in robot being spelled
яobot.
i don't mean yabot - i mean woe-bot -
because that's what southern english does -
head up north? north east, i.e. manchester?
you'd probably hear the trill-drill on the argon.
southern pansies numb it... they go: goo gulag wah wah peddle
imitation jimi hendrix.
it's some next quasi **** rel;ating to a chelsea yah...
why was it ever a chelsea grin?
it should have been called
a hackney grin... but, evidently, the poor ******** were more
humane when inflicting violence on people... they actually killed
them, rather than maiming them.
sometimes death, really is, the just compensation -
because the slouching ************ that comes prior to death?
julius would tell you:
et tu, brute?!
that **** came at an angle, and i mean... light doesn't bend,
it doesn't tell newton: we're gonna yoga bend right around left,
down a 90° angle... then do a 180° flip...
and then end up as a sun at 360°... mmm'kay?
or the name nathan -
and the automatic insertion of a y:
naythan...
otherwise náthaniel.
ßkrut: shortcut
the invocative nick, the name,
or just pseudonym,
or just a cousin of alias...
as in... in the *** of things -
e.g. **** "the juggler" jameson;
j missin'; yep, that's right... and also a g.
ah... to boot...
a lesson in guarding peacocks in a babylonian harem:
suave.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 4:57 AM UTC
Bulan tampak besar dan terang.
Aku memandangnya pada saat tengah malam.
Sambil berdiri di tepi sawah yang sepi.
Dekat rel kereta pinggiran Surabaya.
Kukeluarkan ponselku dari saku celana.
Lalu kupotret bulan yang kupandang.
Setelah itu langsung kuunggah fotonya.
Pada akun Instagramku.
Kulihat ada banyak postingan foto.
Dari akun Instagram orang orang Gaza.
Ternyata mereka juga sedang memandang bulan.
Bulan yang sama dengan yang kupandang.
Maha sedang duduk di atap rumah.
Dia memandang bulan sambil minum kopi.
Tanpa peduli bombardir pesawat jet.
Meledakkan pemukiman di Deir El Balah.
Omar sedang nongkrong dengan temannya.
Dia memandang bulan sambil merokok.
Melepas lelah setelah membantu relawan.
Membagikan makanan di Khan Yunis.
Mariam sedang termenung di depan tenda.
Dia memandang bulan sambil mengenang.
Kehidupannya yang hilang tak tersisa.
Terkubur puing puing rumahnya di Tel El Hawa.
Malak sedang menangis sedih.
Dia memandang bulan sambil mengingat.
Seorang teman akrabnya yang telah tiada.
Tewas terkena tembakan ******
Dr Abraham sedang duduk di balkon.
Dia memandang bulan sambil mengeluh.
Kelelahan mengurusi orang orang terluka.
Memenuhi rumah sakit Al Nasser.
Saleh sedang melihat sekumpulan anak muda.
Mereka gembira menari dabke dan bermain oud.
Di atas puing puing reruntuhan bangunan.
Sementara bulan bersinar terang di belakang.
Begitulah bulan yang besar dan terang.
Menjadi penghias malam orang orang Gaza.
Yang masih terjebak kekacauan panjang.
Tanpa tahu kapan akan berakhir.
October 2024
By Alvian Eleven
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 1:21 PM UTC