"striation" poems - Hello Poetry

15 to 20 times a day, with minor variation, I review these questions, via oration. "Do you hear voices?" "Do you see visions?" "Are you paranoid?" "Are you suicidal?" "Are you homicidal?" "How is your energy level?" "How is your mood?" "Depressed?" "Anxious?" "Irritable?" "Mood swings?" "How is your concentration?" "How is your appetite?" "How are you sleeping?" "Do you have racing or disorganized thoughts?" "Do you have shaking or tremors?" Reviewing meds, assessing situations, Discussing reactions, discussing relations. Monotony could well become a factor, I'm easily bored, easily distracted, But every single time I ask these questions, I learn something new and think up a suggestion. Everyday is the same, Going through the motions, And yet, I'm never bored, and I have a notion. Everyone is different, No answer the same, Sorting through the verbage, looking for that grain. The single detail to tell me what can be done, To find a better system to assist each one. Slow and methodical, and yet amazing in variation, Questions and answers, a myriad of striation.

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Oct 15, 2010

Oct 15, 2010 at 3:13 AM UTC

judy-ponceby

Repetition

15 to 20 times a day, with minor variation, I review these questions, via oration. "Do you hear voices?" "Do you see visions?" "Are you paranoid?" "Are you suicidal?" "Are you homicidal?" "How is your energy level?" "How is your mood?" "Depressed?" "Anxious?" "Irritable?" "Mood swings?" "How is your concentration?" "How is your appetite?" "How are you sleeping?" "Do you have racing or disorganized thoughts?" "Do you have shaking or tremors?" Reviewing meds, assessing situations, Discussing reactions, discussing relations. Monotony could well become a factor, I'm easily bored, easily distracted, But every single time I ask these questions, I learn something new and think up a suggestion. Everyday is the same, Going through the motions, And yet, I'm never bored, and I have a notion. Everyone is different, No answer the same, Sorting through the verbage, looking for that grain. The single detail to tell me what can be done, To find a better system to assist each one. Slow and methodical, and yet amazing in variation, Questions and answers, a myriad of striation.

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Pulse echoing in the hollow canal of my ear, A sweet, persuasive sound that initiates the craving, I want to taste you in the sickest of ways, Like itchy centipede legs discovering the back of your throat, A discomfort only a thousand sips could quell, I’d like to think I could resist, I know better; I’m only realtime flesh, Slowly rub your cheek against my chin, I’ll dip my nose into your neck and use my tongue to caress each striation, Until I can taste the carotid reaching toward the holy switchboard, My jaws will not be denied, closing vehemently, Penetrating the silky dermis, ragged vents meant to pourpourpour Vital lifeblood and sustenance out into useful globs of passive alertness, You are a beautiful, tormented creature in which I can bear to look at no longer. I cannot see you as you are meant to be, I am deluded and biased.. Sent to realize truth, only to find no definitive, I will relish bringing about your end as much as my own.

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Feb 3, 2013

Feb 3, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC

iris-weary

To Mankind

Pulse echoing in the hollow canal of my ear, A sweet, persuasive sound that initiates the craving, I want to taste you in the sickest of ways, Like itchy centipede legs discovering the back of your throat, A discomfort only a thousand sips could quell, I’d like to think I could resist, I know better; I’m only realtime flesh, Slowly rub your cheek against my chin, I’ll dip my nose into your neck and use my tongue to caress each striation, Until I can taste the carotid reaching toward the holy switchboard, My jaws will not be denied, closing vehemently, Penetrating the silky dermis, ragged vents meant to pourpourpour Vital lifeblood and sustenance out into useful globs of passive alertness, You are a beautiful, tormented creature in which I can bear to look at no longer. I cannot see you as you are meant to be, I am deluded and biased.. Sent to realize truth, only to find no definitive, I will relish bringing about your end as much as my own.

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Limbo Black hole quasar pulsar star meridians oblique oracle messages from beyond the lost between the bureau of the forgotten Dreams images disjointed some admirably projected on the screen of the mind they tell you a mystery where is the key Like being in a library books everywhere any subject any topic whatever your taste or fancy but without retrieval how rotten Space fascinates holds men enthralled the searching of the cosmos the whole of life it has consumed the overly curious What I’m talking about is if you could take a meteor shower put it in a black velvet bag capture true magic hold for your disposal Take droplets of rain speak to them and they would obey your voice become for one hour that which you desire most from life Find the passage to the center of the mountain a gapping cave where a true oracle is beheld divine utterance her real espousal You take knowledge long hidden disperse it among the most troubled and confused and aura breaks and arches those of need Life’s dilemmas and contrasts these intangible twisted knotted fields of gloom you touch bows unknown understanding blooms Course contrary buffeted by unpleasant wind oh to know how to rescind make rays of hope grow in resplendent rows The common coal fired and pressured over millennia does purist light ignite the mind soul and heart in excitement it consumes Striation found in the cold glacier this natural marking take from it learn the soul has divine grooves that only play spiritual tunes This might sound farfetched but one day it will be the norm for Gods family the unexpected the unbelievable your daily life Now we are in neutral or the drive is mostly in the natural like you build the best house then someone sticks up an eye sore There is the contrast the conflict your spiritual house shines then your enemy self wrecks and devalues ruination rife The spirit oracle revealed that the devil wants you as a trophy in a case how nice God wants you but he wants you as family

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Jan 1, 2012

Jan 1, 2012 at 8:43 PM UTC

hal-loyd-denton

Limbo

Limbo Black hole quasar pulsar star meridians oblique oracle messages from beyond the lost between the bureau of the forgotten Dreams images disjointed some admirably projected on the screen of the mind they tell you a mystery where is the key Like being in a library books everywhere any subject any topic whatever your taste or fancy but without retrieval how rotten Space fascinates holds men enthralled the searching of the cosmos the whole of life it has consumed the overly curious What I’m talking about is if you could take a meteor shower put it in a black velvet bag capture true magic hold for your disposal Take droplets of rain speak to them and they would obey your voice become for one hour that which you desire most from life Find the passage to the center of the mountain a gapping cave where a true oracle is beheld divine utterance her real espousal You take knowledge long hidden disperse it among the most troubled and confused and aura breaks and arches those of need Life’s dilemmas and contrasts these intangible twisted knotted fields of gloom you touch bows unknown understanding blooms Course contrary buffeted by unpleasant wind oh to know how to rescind make rays of hope grow in resplendent rows The common coal fired and pressured over millennia does purist light ignite the mind soul and heart in excitement it consumes Striation found in the cold glacier this natural marking take from it learn the soul has divine grooves that only play spiritual tunes This might sound farfetched but one day it will be the norm for Gods family the unexpected the unbelievable your daily life Now we are in neutral or the drive is mostly in the natural like you build the best house then someone sticks up an eye sore There is the contrast the conflict your spiritual house shines then your enemy self wrecks and devalues ruination rife The spirit oracle revealed that the devil wants you as a trophy in a case how nice God wants you but he wants you as family

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Image mirrored on the water Living creatures slide below, Oblivious to light refraction Blinded to reflection's show. Patterns shimmer in the ripples Light is dancing through the flow, Images in moving water Colors merge and visuals grow. Sunshine sparkles off the wavelets Glistening as do pearls on ink, Shimmering of morning breeze Cause brittle leaves to fall and sink. A stillness in the afternoon The summer air hangs hot and low Rich golden tones of setting sun Reflection's bronze striation's glow. Coolness of the night descending Myriad's' of stars appear, Ribboned light of starlight blending Through the surge of wavelets near. Vastness in the dead of night Across the ocean's heaving dance, Moonlight showers shards of light To silver water's wide expanse. Marshalg @theBach Mangere Bridge 1 November 2009

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Oct 31, 2009

Oct 31, 2009 at 9:48 PM UTC

marshal-gebbie

Reflections

Image mirrored on the water Living creatures slide below, Oblivious to light refraction Blinded to reflection's show. Patterns shimmer in the ripples Light is dancing through the flow, Images in moving water Colors merge and visuals grow. Sunshine sparkles off the wavelets Glistening as do pearls on ink, Shimmering of morning breeze Cause brittle leaves to fall and sink. A stillness in the afternoon The summer air hangs hot and low Rich golden tones of setting sun Reflection's bronze striation's glow. Coolness of the night descending Myriad's' of stars appear, Ribboned light of starlight blending Through the surge of wavelets near. Vastness in the dead of night Across the ocean's heaving dance, Moonlight showers shards of light To silver water's wide expanse. Marshalg @theBach Mangere Bridge 1 November 2009

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attempting to create new sensibilities out of senseless acts since I am the only one that can make any sense out of this – the science is not of schematics or semantically stimulating simply put, it is standard symbolism and silly statements… pseudo at best – single simpleton’s seemingly stand-out stretched and screaming in the sunshine staring into space, subliminal messages shouted in stereo – setting on a striation sofa, I sing sublimely, and softly as a siren in the seas of yesteryear scooping starfish from my superior seat, I stand in amazement as subtle shark fins act as a scalpel slicing the oceanic soup –

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Jul 28, 2015

Jul 28, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC

s-lyman-temple

signing to Seniors

attempting to create new sensibilities out of senseless acts since I am the only one that can make any sense out of this – the science is not of schematics or semantically stimulating simply put, it is standard symbolism and silly statements… pseudo at best – single simpleton’s seemingly stand-out stretched and screaming in the sunshine staring into space, subliminal messages shouted in stereo – setting on a striation sofa, I sing sublimely, and softly as a siren in the seas of yesteryear scooping starfish from my superior seat, I stand in amazement as subtle shark fins act as a scalpel slicing the oceanic soup –

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Although my reflection holds me physically accountable , 'tis with graduating , certain unstoppable effect of age that every striation upon this weary face would recall a bittersweet poetic page , life's prose under the tutelage of a senescent , life schooled man at peace with his looking glass ..

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Jan 15, 2016

Jan 15, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

Thoughts While Shaving

Although my reflection holds me physically accountable , 'tis with graduating , certain unstoppable effect of age that every striation upon this weary face would recall a bittersweet poetic page , life's prose under the tutelage of a senescent , life schooled man at peace with his looking glass ..

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Ere a bang. A shiny something in stasis? Greys and blues fighting lightning betwixt darkening sky. In one colossal blow, colour is entire like the sun. Starlets fly in rainbow striation.

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Aug 23, 2019

Aug 23, 2019 at 5:07 AM UTC

Venter

The Universal Number

Ere a bang. A shiny something in stasis? Greys and blues fighting lightning betwixt darkening sky. In one colossal blow, colour is entire like the sun. Starlets fly in rainbow striation.

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Breathe in my perfume And the smell of my skin It’s the last time You will be close enough To take it in Remember this feeling And the pain it inflicts For all the times You strangled my heart Just for kicks Wonder as the emptiness grows The hole inside, the loss That you never knew If you’d only seen Was filled with me, with us Hope, with all your will That the striation lines That I’ve burned into your heart Will slowly fill some other way And not slowly pull apart.

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May 3, 2015

May 3, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC

shelley-connor

Breathe in my perfume

Breathe in my perfume And the smell of my skin It’s the last time You will be close enough To take it in Remember this feeling And the pain it inflicts For all the times You strangled my heart Just for kicks Wonder as the emptiness grows The hole inside, the loss That you never knew If you’d only seen Was filled with me, with us Hope, with all your will That the striation lines That I’ve burned into your heart Will slowly fill some other way And not slowly pull apart.

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A vastness of welded lime Domed upon the shore In Ireland's beauteous County Clare, Who could wish for more? Born of countless creatures, dead, In oceanic sand Calcifying remnants hewn By crafted Makers hand. Waves of mountain green-ness, vast, Retreating by the years Chased by wild millennia to Far lower shoreline tiers. Thus like the mystic Kraken beast The Burren reared its head To loom in limestone vastness Way above the coastal spread. Cold Atlantic fury's rage In gales of tempest blast Flung as mere in-consequence When mirrored to the past Massive Domed striation Of ancient limestone bed, Seek thee now acclaim of Gods Or humbleness, instead? Tho vastly white and monstrous Above this Irish sea, The Burren looms, mysterious, Yet magnificent to me. M. 23 March 2022

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Mar 23, 2022

Mar 23, 2022 at 1:22 AM UTC

marshal-gebbie

The Burren

A vastness of welded lime Domed upon the shore In Ireland's beauteous County Clare, Who could wish for more? Born of countless creatures, dead, In oceanic sand Calcifying remnants hewn By crafted Makers hand. Waves of mountain green-ness, vast, Retreating by the years Chased by wild millennia to Far lower shoreline tiers. Thus like the mystic Kraken beast The Burren reared its head To loom in limestone vastness Way above the coastal spread. Cold Atlantic fury's rage In gales of tempest blast Flung as mere in-consequence When mirrored to the past Massive Domed striation Of ancient limestone bed, Seek thee now acclaim of Gods Or humbleness, instead? Tho vastly white and monstrous Above this Irish sea, The Burren looms, mysterious, Yet magnificent to me. M. 23 March 2022

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