"sonogram" poems
Here you lay, a baby on the way and a suitcase at the door. It wasn't the results he hoped for. The next 9 months you board a baby inside you. Doctors appointments, dentist appointments, hospital stays, the story goes on. The first sonogram, the baby looks like its father. The son he dreamed for one day. While on the screen I said to him I was sorry. I said I was sorry because he came a year to soon and because of that his father left us. I felt heaviness in my heart for us, but I know I must go on for now I have great Responsibility's ahead of me. I wish he could see how beautiful you are.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
With fire in the west,
Hope dances on the horizons back
The line, where colors rip and claw for life
Breath it in,
Exhale to calm
To become an artifact of choice
Infused with perception
That last bit of light illuminates a sonogram of the soul
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 10:05 AM UTC
Sunlit water...angelic morse code--
non local, supercharged.
Where undulant ripple, at an angle,
sun at its angle, flashed sparks of
double exposure.
Frenetically shifting focal points,
suffusing an animated luminosity.
A one dimensional constellation
clustered en mass, optic tempo of
ebb and flow.
Sonogram of amorphous light,
whose: white, yellow, green, blue--
integrated auric stipple seemingly
pulled skyward.
Death neared whilst thee afoot...
at second attention the soul's
wrenched from the animal...
transmission complete.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC
This morning one of my ninth grade students
Is showing off her sonogram
With the same excitement and enthusiasm
I used to see in my daughter when she was showing off a new Barbie doll
With it’s glittering gown and open toed plastic heels.
I tilt the image this way and that -
Hypnotized by the light
That dances on and off of the black glossy surface
Just the way it did when I was a kid
Shaking the magic eight ball
Waiting for a glimpse of the answers
That I knew were going to emerge from the shadows.
Jul 2, 2011
Jul 2, 2011 at 3:12 PM UTC
I am not a poet.
I am the air before a storm.
The weak in your knees.
The smile on your heart.
I am. I am not a poet.
I am the aftermath of sin.
I am the godlike sworn into pages.
Scripture is my tongue, to fold like weak genes
That strike to be like matches
I am beckoned fire. I am not a poet.
I am not a believer.
We were raised by the last unfortunately; I do not believe in
“leaders” or “followers”, I do not believe in “society” or “democracy”
This generation is lost.
I do not believe in found.
I do not believe in freedom.
When we are only “free” to be everything but our souls.
The truth is…I do not write poetry.
I birth it whenever God needs a favor so
When my pen bares fruit know it’s divine nature refined.
I define nature. HOLD UP. WE define nature.
Eve am I in the garden of Eden, feeding the Adam in my spirit
That speaks in tongue,
I taste the susurrus sounds swishing like a serpents swearing
Bite into this forbidden, swallow sin, make ink stain of this metaphor
On the fabric of your perception
The truth is, I do not write. I create life that’s been a part of God’s plan
Since sonogram; my divine right.
I am not a poet.
I am a contradiction.
I am everything including nothing.
I am the song the caged bird sings. Once it’s freed.
I am the silence before a bomb.
I simply do not believe.
This generation was raised by the last, but I would rather raise hell
Then praise heaven to be a place where the gates are too white to embrace the black
Of the sin I’ve committed
I am not a poet.
I write because I want God to hear me.
This Chose ink is the closest voice from heaven like, blessed cursive
Curses curved like
Sacred scribble
Revised, I’ve rised, correction, raised.
I revise like rewritten history; I’ve witness lies, yet mystery
Lies within the truth, somehow.
I’m no doctor, but if I were, I would prescribe patience.
I just want God to hear me, I will listen…but for now
I am sincerely seeking the God within self, I believe in
Other.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
Cinnamon sonogram
Detect the abnormalities too late.
Morning after birth of
a placebo placenta.
Irrigate the porcelain
of a lost labor laboratory.
Love found not within the arms of
the golem grasping for straws.
-
Wailing a harmony of blue and red.
Pumping panacea.
Steady the pace, you hotheads
with elegant electric veins.
On Monday she sung so sweetly and
whispered her prophet tales.
Saturday appeared as an echoing,
hollow and halfhearted hymn.
-
They retreat in rebellion;
lapping at salt laced lacerations.
Rye, grain, roots, and grapes
for the Baroness of the Barrens.
Weeping waters leads to the
sleeping daughters that dangle
their threats like fishing hooks
off of the edge of a world so flat.
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC
Sonic ghost
womb echo
tiny cave dweller
growing feet and hands
a heart unexpectedly beating
Come
be our girl
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 5:26 PM UTC
I'm hittin up the stereo
Marching sonogram graphic woman
***** stance
Spread legs
No chance
No safe
No save
What aim
Broken arrow
***** dance
***** dream
Disko life
****** into lights
******* the grime off the green
The grim off the screen
The brakes off the scream
Watch it
Closely
Gone
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 6:42 PM UTC
Ask for Kids: AND MUCH or Bakadha
IUS Air Gulf Air Walk away. Alan Gobo
is Apple, Apple, Idlet, Usup 500, Gear
smell, Iran, Iran HD Cicero, Wireless,
Leaden Transformer Bealal Parakeet
Health. Fiosrachadh or dhealaichte Ameire
Reoich AG - (if applicable): Theodosius
Theodosiou - Director of the brother
of Shenoch Roskoff. I know you are in Sierra
Leone, Mali, WA 1000 Media and South
Africa from Central Asia Macle 2 Joan
Majal Jaya Jaya Muya and others. We,
we, us, us, us, us, us, us, us, us. Dirood
is damaging it. 500 includes ASASAGAG
diet food before or after balloon iAccess
to Google Seafood Alan Gobo Apple
Apple, edititis, iPatch 500, gearmailis,
Iran, Iran HD Ciceron Wireless Loaded
Transformers, Paracak Health, Fishchurch
Success and Dhageilex Ameeraganaich
AG - Magnesia: Teodosio Teodosio book
director, Shench Roskoff, visited Sierra
Leone, Mali, USA, WA 1000 or South
Central Middle East Law, Atunlo 2 Yang
Vandeim Vande - Canada I - Aggressive -
Yang - Reyes - Canada WAA, Amirgarh
AM Tharah AG - Richard Jung - Jelly
version, lovely Deirdre's love leads to
love and sin for the carpenter of Iberia,
Iberia, Iberia, Iberia, Iberia, Iberia, Iberia,
Food, Jade with Alan Gobo Apple,
Idiotelech, UoPach 500, Giyarmel, Irian,
Irian Ichde
Cicero, Wireless, Leiden, Fiosrachhadh
is not a forum in this world (great secret):
Theodosios Theodosos - Sanaos Roskov
Acting officer in charge. What is the
purpose of sending emails in Sierra
Leone, Mali, 1000 and the South
Madia Disease Milele Disorder 2
Joint Jay and Apheki Patterns? Yang
Thumas Customers, Canada, Canada
Canada, Algorithm Algorithm.
The Water of Orion Sapians, Muslimen,
Mi Gobo Boop Japan, 500 Sonogram,
Jack's Shirt, **** Death, Jerome C.
Vanidimo, Wendy Builder - Yo Yo-
iyann Canada, Canada Dewu, dublova,
DBL, Lova DAB, DAB Lova , Double,
Double, Diablo Pivot, Devil, Animal,
amiragarh and I'm glad to give you
another chance to change - I hope
the rich will **** 1,000 but I-1 -
to translate it into English
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC
It took me 22 years and a deployment in the military
To fully understand the true sacrifice of a hero called my daddy
You see, for most of my early childhood he was stuck on a submarine
Working his *** off to make the money so he could provide for me
It might be difficult to fathom that when he went underway
There was always a slight possibility that his absence might stay that way
But for me that was just normal, that was my status quo
It was just my daddy going to work 15,000 feet below
You can put miles between us but love knows no distance
Our hearts are never distant even though he wasn't present
And he may have missed a couple birthdays, had to tell me merry Christmas in a digital telegram
But I know that he had tears in his eyes his heart filled with pride when he first saw my sonogram
And I know the true meaning of American sacrifice
Because he would give his last breath if it meant I could peacefully sleep at night
He may not have always been there physically
But I still know he loved me
Because he was on the beach taking the blunt force of every wave
So they would never wash over me
As long as I'm dry I know he's always watching over me
It took me 22 years and a deployment in the military
To see that even though other kids had the luxury
Of a fathers love in the form of hugs and three word pleasantries
I realized I did too, my daddy just loved me a little differently
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
I feel so alone
Forget this life
Someone is playing my life
It's just a huge joke
A game to them
I'm about to be done with people
They bring mostly pain
Forget the knowledge
In my fathers eyes I'm a know it all
I guess I'm worthless
It's all so much bull ****
I'm ******* tired
Growing up I was quiet
I was so..........
I don't even know anymore
My grandma tells me a lot
She says when I was a baby
I didn't cry, not for anything
Infact, I was loved by a lot of people
The gypsys, and a biker gang called Hell's Angels are a couple.........
My mom told me the leader of Hell's Angels even bought me my first car seat, and that he REALLY liked my mom.........I'd like to meet them one day...... To say thank you for everything...... They may remember..... :)
When I was first born, I had a crescent moon on my forehead....it went away a few hrs after birth
The gypsys used to tell my mom about me
Infact it was a gypsy that told my mom I would be born twice blessed and be a girl
My mom thought I was a boy, because I had my legs crossed and I covered my self, so no one could tell from a sonogram......I laugh to here that.....
But even after my life, it's hard to move on sometimes........
I sometimes think about why I'm here
I'm not always wanted
Hell, more people wish me dead than love me or even want me around
People tell me how ******* stupid and ******** I am........ I'm running out of the fake chearfulness to say thank you and smile at them
I swear, I don't belong much of anywhere........so I still wonder why I'm here, going through the bull **** that I endure, and have endured for the past several years......I wonder *** I did wrong........ I just don't know.......
I'm just to tired to care anymore.........
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
Little heart beats
Constant hammer
In construction
Sonogram panic
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 3:00 AM UTC
I called my therapist to tell her I won't be coming in tomorrow because my dog just died and we grieve and then there's Christmas and my uncle has liver failure and then I find a lump in my breast near my 18th birthday my uncle finds colon cancer I find out the lump is non-cancerous at the same time my aunt finds out hers is cancerous they removed the cancer spot in her breast my sister start having pain worse than she's ever experienced she's crying everyday the doctors don't know what's wrong with her she's going to doctor after doctor and eventually they say it's a kidney stone and they'll do a sonogram soon the procedure is over everything went well my aunt also comes out of a checkup with more cancer my sister's perfectly good surgery it's her to excruciating days of pain and she has to have a stent put in my grandma gets extra sick her stent causes her even more pain but she passes the kidney stone and eventually distant comes out my uncle thinks he's going to die but my grandma does instead. everyone Grieves. I prepare for college My uncle still thinks he's dying I go to college orientation my uncle dies that's the story of the last 8 months I'll be at College in a few weeks so will my dead uncle's kid and our other cousin there will be hollow family dinners a shell of a family a shell of a home
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 8:44 PM UTC
it was everything
it was a sonogram of a mellifluous melody
it was the color of the sky before night had settled in
it was as if drowning in it was a great mistake
it was everything
it was the rainbow after every thunderstorm
it was like reaching the land after hours of being stranded
it was the cure for a wary wandering soul
it was everything
it was the moment your car hits the side road
it was when your candle stops burning
it was the darkness you felt before you drift off to sleep
it was everything
(i told myself)
it was everything
(was it really?)
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC