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Dead Rose One Aug 2017
consciously, willfully, I wish it

quietly the Sunday, the sun day, drifts toward,
in its natural game, set, overmatched,
the foregone conclusion, nightfall diminishment

the water songfully swishes,
as the tide departs for places unknown, this then, now
the only natural authorized aural apparition,
the power boats renounce their normal noisy conditioning,
honoring their silenced, under-sail brethren,
as well as admitting their noises disfigure
the fast approaching majesty of the end of
our summer seasoning of humanity

consciously, willfully, I wish it

once again, lush is the quietude,^
now given up, surrendered and surceased to wonder,
how come I to write of these moments so oft,
thenever-ending quest to re-inscribe it on my sensibilities,
in vainglorious hopes that this stamping will last, be the last,
see me through the turgid frigidity of my Lucifer life,
come the fall, the winter, the early dark,
the daylight's brevity, the hurricane season of the mind,
that...need I say more?

consciously, willfully, I wish it

the particular white cloud formation of the moment at hand,
shall stay in place,  be the capstone of my summer living vision,
become permanent part and parcel
of the sclera, the white of my eyes, and when
I will write, soon enough,
my vision white weeping clouded,
you will weep knowingly, sympathetically

consciously, willfully,
I wish for that as well*

8/27/17
6:35pm
Gary Brocks Aug 2018
I hear the carve of oars,
I see your palms enfold the wood,
as shards of stars shred
a back and glistening wave.

I hear the carve of oars,
the shore is breached,
we reach dank granite stairs, climb
a tower in moon gritty light.

I hear the carve of oars,
you speak, your turgid cheek
blue-steel-gray, your gaze grates,
my salt raged eyes summon waves and stars.

I hear the carve of oars,
waves rattle a candle's flame,
chill the bed frame, the wet stony room ––
the door closes, it scrapes.

I hear the carve of oars,
I know your lurching gate,
the clank as both oar lock’s turn,
you slip the shore,
I hear the carve of oars

Copyright © 2002 Gary Brocks
180928F

They didn't get along
K Balachandran Jul 2014
There is a forbidden pleasure in the poet's art
it's like having an illicit ****** liaison, is it not?
now it can be told, that's the way one felt
enticing while evasive, was her two way dance.

In the secret society meeting last full moon night
for the first time I came face to face
with the enigmatic girl, rumored to be  the mistress
of the poet I admire, for his skills of allusion and  veiled speech
she was so young and somnambulistic in appearance
her lips were so thin, the only remarkable thing
still in memory those pale lips remain,
how helpless we are in a world, curtained off
to keep our secrets in rooms of green darkness!

The poet was absent, but he was very much present by that,
as her shame intrudes when she starts conversations.I found him there.
The words whispered from her lips were not heard, however one tried
none listened to it, I bet, a poet's mistress is as curious
as an  object of art, stolen from its rightful place, I suppose

When the boat returned to the island to take us back
we were the only passengers left, at last, how strange!
In turgid waters a fallen full  moon like a snake swam
I was looking at its wriggle, creating a tragic geometry
that reminded me her thin lips, she sat next to me, motionless
her soft breathing, was rhythmic poetry I kept imagining,
till we parted exchanging a faint smile. her's was florescent.
So much is hidden about the art of creativity and from where it springs
as your heavy hands
lingered beneath the golden light
i heard your heart split open and melt unto mine
it stained the silk curtains
turned them into heavy smoke  
as my veins became filled with all of your ghosts

your skin
as unsheltered and as lonely as mine
frayed at its ends
as it held scars
created by falsehoods

your suit of armour
could no longer hold its own

your steady heartbeats
and slow movements
were filled with fear i couldn't help but keep
wrapped inside my earthly flesh
for your turgid eyes
had sunken into mine
zebra Dec 2017
damm men
predatory *** hounds
chasing skirts and tights
aching **** idiots
disciples of Eros
Christs of fetish
reconciling nothing
veiling that principled demeanor
of feminist culture
"of don't objectify me".....translation
sensual form is not natures ruse
machine Eve must
override override override

well the id does not negotiate
the superstructure of affected political tele-reality
starring
the liberal chattering class
who interminably speculate male motives to be some vainglorious power trip
while corperatized media personalities
feign out of control lust as a mental disorder
and
sit up like shuddering pekingese
yessing the lascivious
as a fiction

no ladies
its not just power
theories are not testosterone
it is pure unadulterated
relentless
irreducible
urge to merge
like the beluga **** channel
sea world as you've never seen it before
where male dolphins
batter and *******
the weaker ***
in search of feral harmony

in an overbuilt society
yet to become a civilization
are we
scissored between a wild ****** id
of the damed
and the Victorian sacred
of the damed

oh you silky damsels
makin men moody and humid
pure **** heroine
a poison ivy of ***
like a rash
givin men folk the itch
cant stop the twitch
rubber *******
in a rubbing frenzy
from your soaking heat and odor

we are  a rumbling of muttering torments
for the forbidden taste
of you
oooow
oooow
we are pan in a mad dance
for glistening shanks
and buttery kisses
we are the early bird looking for the worm
hunters decreed by the liturgy of heaven and hell
a constellation of infatuation and lechery
mad with adoration
love slaves in a raging furnace of desire
*** addicts
that just say yes
turgid dogs
hole sniffers
voluptuous monsters
all johnny apple seed
and sometimes your salvation
as you are ours
knowing that sometimes
real eroticism eclipses morality

and yes my darlings*

NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
Willow Sophie Aug 10
I play my bowed lyre,
my mind not quite clear,
albeit I did not imbibe.

Chagrin is strummed
as I tell myself the tales
of my trysts.

Now I sit near the hearth
watching the log lessen in size,
turning to ash.

I cannot elude this aberration,
I feel the forlorn tug of my heartstrings;
my meretricious panoply of remorse shall stay within me
until my heart has become turgid with sorrow,  
until I cease to roam this world.
Hah
it is a fine finger of value
i extend
yes to  you
as representative
of this 'verse

are you not the voice
of the universe
arisen through
whatever agent
you believe
employed

whatever magic
you require

shazaam
your *** is here

explained

so there

okay i accept
whatever story
brings you to the brink
of this line

hah

nice to meet you
i am certain you are dee
lightful

hah

there is a pumping of blood
we seek
to be turgid

engorged

i have passport
to devine

it is thine
Big Virge May 4
Let's Make This ...  
  
...... " Official " ...... !!!
  
Most Poets These Days ...
Have Become ... " Superficial " ...
  
They Now ... " Love Themselves " ... ?!?
  
Their Show's Got ...
... FOUL SMELLS ... !!!!!
  
Some Actually Think ...
Their Actions Give Help ... ?!?
  
Well ...
This is how ...
  
Things ... REALLY ARE ... !!!!!
  
The Scene's ...  
Full of TARTS ... !!!!!  
  
Who ...  
Pick and Choose ...
Who ... Get In View ...
  
and THIS Is Just ...  
The ... Very Start ... !!!!!
  
Their Movements ...
Are Like ... SHARKS ...  
But Bite With ... " little bark " ... !?!
  
While Meantime ...
Those With ... Talent ...
Are Pushed Into ... "The Dark" ...
  
Let's ...  
Get This ... CLEAR ...
  
I DO Mean ... ME ... !!!
  
Cos' Words I Write ...
Don't EVER ... Veer ...
Into Their ... Phoney ...  
  
... FAKE VENEER ... !!!!!!
  
Probably cos' ...
I Steer .......... WELL CLEAR ..........
of ... ******* Things ...
That Some Men .... " LICK " .... !!!
  
cos' Acts Like That ...
To Me ..... Are SICK ..... !!!!!!!
  
Ladies ... " Play " ...
The Same Game Too ... !!!
  
How Many of You ... ?
Would ...  " Do The Do " ... !!!
To ... Get Into ...  
This School of FOOLS ... !!!!!
  
Just To Read ...  
On The ... BBC ...
Broadcasting Words ...
That Show You're ... "weak" ... !!!!!
  
These Are The Poets ...
of Whom I Speak ...
  
Black or White ...
They Act The Same ...
  
They Take This Art ...
For An ... Infantile Game ...
  
Their LUST For FAME ...
Just Shows How Vain ...
The Vessels Are ...
That FEED Their Brain ... !!!
  
I Enjoyed That Verse ... !!!
Let Me Say It Again ... !!!
  
Their LUST For FAME ...
Just Shows How Vain ...
The Vessels Are ...
That FEED Their Brain ... !!!
  
They ...  
Like To ... " Criticise " ...
But Can't Take ... " Criticism " ... ?!?
  
Their Words Are ...  
.... " Contrived " ....
and AVOID .... REALISM ..... !!!
  
If I Had My Way ...
They'd Be Locked In .... "Prison" .... !!!
  
and Then .... INJECTED ....
With The WORST Kind of Venom ... !!!!!
  
Some Poets I've Seen ....
Have Shined With A SHEEN ... !!!
  
But ...  
These AREN'T The Ones ...
On The ... Poetry Scene ... !!!!!  
  
By This I Mean ...
The SLAM POETRY Scene ...

Where Restrictions Keep ...
Good Poets ... "unseen" ...
Who REALLY Would Shine ...
WITHOUT ... Mr. Sheen .... !!!
  
This ... " EGO Thing " ...
Is ... OUT OF CONTROL ... !!!!!
  
Take Note of My Words ...
Before Your Heads Roll ...
  
Compere ... or Poet ...
You May ... Pay A Toll ...
For ... Ignorance Bred ...
From Those With ...  
  
... NO SOUL ... !!!!!!!!!!!!
  
DON'T ...  
BIG UP Your Friends ... !!!
  
They May Be ... Your End ... !!!
  
Try ... BIGGING' UP People ...
Whose Wordplay Transcends ...
People Who'll Make People ...  
LIKE ... Your Events ... !!!!!  
  
NOT ... Ignorant Fools ...
With ... ANGER To Vent ...
Who Then ... Want To Bring ...
Your Event To An ... End.
  
They're PIGS ...
With NO Kermit ...
Whose Wordplay Is ... TURGID ... !!!!!
  
The Answer Is ... Simple ...
DENY THEM ... A Permit ... !!!!!
  
DON'T Let These FOOLS In ...
Have People MORE ... " Learned " ...
  
LEARNED In Things ...
Like ..... " Humility " .....
  
LEARNED ... In Matters ....
Like ..... " REALITY " ..... !!!!!
  
THESE Are The People ...
With ... REAL POETRY ... !!!
  
These Days I Feel .............. " Lost .........
In A .... " Society " ....
Where Poets Use Poems ...
For ..... " FRIVOLITY " ..... ?!?!?
  
Just ...  
Look Around You ... !!!
  
DON'T They See ...  
What You SEE ... ?!?
  
DON'T They Live In A World ... ?
Where They SEE ... " Poverty "... ?
  
DON'T They ...  
Live In ... The World ... ?
With Youth Now ... ANGRY ?
  
DON'T They Live ... In The World ... ?
Where We See ... So Much GREED ... ?
  
It ...  
Would Appear ... NOT ... ?!?
  
Cos' ...  
These Aren't The Subjects ...
In Their Poetry ... !!!
  
... " OH YES IT IS ! " ...
  
IS What They Will ... " Say " ...
MAN ... Give Me A BREAK ... !!!
  
STOP Being ... SO FAKE ... !!!
  
They ... HATE To See Me ... !!!
and Their Boots Start To QUAKE ...
Their FEAR ... Seems To Be ...
  
Cos' My Poetry's ... GREAT ... !!!!!
While Theirs ... I'm Afraid ...
Is Just ... " ARTIFICIAL " ...
  
My Mind Is ... " Judicial " ...
  
So ....
Let's Make This ... OFFICIAL ... !!!
  
Most Poets These Days ...
  
Have Become .....
  
... " Superficial " ...
A lot of things & people, have inspired this write, especially, seeing a guy stop an event in Covent Garden, London, for exhibiting the qualities expressed in this poem, and, the fact that the host of said event, had given him huge respect before he performed ..... and then, as said, put a stop to the event, after throwing a violent tantrum, before he left !
Yenson May 18
A dense fog
hangs overhead in clammy sooty mass
turgid polluted disparaging, insipid cloudy irrelevance
harbinger of hails and storms and those muck seeps in drains

A diamond peers from its granite home
from it emits dazzling rays of pristine brightness
multifaceted hues of amazing colors in lustrous splendor
in quiet dominance its radiates the wonders of a creator divine

Look, says the dense fog hung in languid bleak recess
there's a diamond high on that mountain pinnacle peering through
Diamond, says dense fog, you don't look so well, I can see from here
you are burning, you're ablaze, you have a very high temperature
you look so pale and appear to be changing colours by the seconds
you must be jaundiced as I can now see you turning yellow and green
My, my, you must be in the most awful pain, you really are blazing
you really must go seek help immediately, you are dying!

" I am fine " says the Diamond quietly.............
A foggy dense cloud is always a foggy dense cloud, thank God for the sun and beautiful blue clouds. Some never quite know how to handle reality or confront what is real under their noses.  A polluted brain never sees the light. What a pitiful way to be...
Jude kyrie Sep 2018
Tenderness flows from him to me
So much softness no one can see
His kiss is like eternity
As content as anyone can be

The silence quietly awaits for me
In a turgid wild unwelcome sea
But now his tenderness flows for me
Inside my soul where none can see

The storms they break the evensong hours
In a deluge of unwelcome showers
His tenderness flows from him to me
So much softness no one can see
tenderness
ahh
judr
The night's deep darkness  wore a cloak of evil,
The time, just ripe for the poison to spread even,
The ghosts went on preening wings with pleasure,
All those bit the dust,  hit by bullets anr on the streets,
Dancing to the crazy movements  of their phantom limbs!
An out the world music filled the air, evoking trance

"The water level rises far above the danger mark"
The evening news rings alarm bells, but already
We are in deep waters and at a point of no return!
"The hurricane hit the coast very badly, beware
All the escape routes are blocked by vehecles"
"Yes, yes, things are all in pretty bad shape, let's admit it"

But the girl is still practising her lines, leasurely
For the blast she has hardly an hour away, if it happens!
The dogs bark aloud alarmingly in the back streets,
Someone, it seems has broken in to the house
Through the weak door,  from behind.
"What do you suggest us to do?"
In panic someone in the phone yells.

There is stunned silence for a long while when
We could hear the darkness heavily breath and pant.
Then evil laughs like hell from that fierce night.
The stars once bright blink and go blind one by one!
The cadaverous moon bleeds blue blood, copiously.

I can't wait anymore to see you sweet heart,
As the night gets more and more turgid,
Could you make it..?.

— The End —