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OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Published
18th Oct 2021 10:03pm
18th Oct 2021 10:03pm
POLL: THE PRODUCTION LINE
PROMOTION
Speech much like inciting a rebelion
words full of sanctimonius wrath
a form of disguise, substituting motivation
— hear yeah, the wisdom of the righteous
candidates selling themselves off
as the champion of your interest
SALES
The exercise of free choice in democracy
is much like a market of monopoly
where choices are limitted edition only
— vote yeah, the brand of oligarchs
greedy crocodiles who gave away money
In public coffers they profitted greatly
AFTER-SALES ...
Speech much like inciting a rebelion
words full of sanctimonius wrath
a form of disguise, substituting motivation
— hear yeah, the wisdom of the righteous
candidates selling themselves off
as the champion of your interest
SALES
The exercise of free choice in democracy
is much like a market of monopoly
where choices are limitted edition only
— vote yeah, the brand of oligarchs
greedy crocodiles who gave away money
In public coffers they profitted greatly
AFTER-SALES ...
#politics
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1 Comment
Cyndi_Moone
Published
10th Aug 2020 1:33am
10th Aug 2020 1:33am
GOD OF WONDERS
God of power, love, and endless wonders
Whose throne is in heaven above lightning and thunder
If You and I were to walk hand-in-hand
Across the miles of city land
Would You be ten or a million feet tall?
Standing by You,, would make me grasshopper small!
Would You have to bend Your neck a little
Or bend more like halfway down the middle
Not to bury Your head on the sun, the moon, or the stars?
And how do they stay up there so far?
Would You walk right through the hot summer sun
Or the lit-filled moon when the day is done
Because You,...
Whose throne is in heaven above lightning and thunder
If You and I were to walk hand-in-hand
Across the miles of city land
Would You be ten or a million feet tall?
Standing by You,, would make me grasshopper small!
Would You have to bend Your neck a little
Or bend more like halfway down the middle
Not to bury Your head on the sun, the moon, or the stars?
And how do they stay up there so far?
Would You walk right through the hot summer sun
Or the lit-filled moon when the day is done
Because You,...
#Christian
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1 Comment
OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Published
7th Sep 2021 3:43am
7th Sep 2021 3:43am
At Death's Door
Pinky toes, uncut
dipping under, the other side of life
Nothing
I felt nothing, for you
neither for them, my blood
The kindle outwicked
a will, my own
Nothing
I see nothing, a memory
visuals of faces, nor places
Time slowed down
almost stopped, counting backwards
Nothing
I heared nothing, a silence
no voices, calling after my name
And I, for no one
whispered
remembered
cared
Love, hope and faith
were just letters unspelled
I seek no...
dipping under, the other side of life
Nothing
I felt nothing, for you
neither for them, my blood
The kindle outwicked
a will, my own
Nothing
I see nothing, a memory
visuals of faces, nor places
Time slowed down
almost stopped, counting backwards
Nothing
I heared nothing, a silence
no voices, calling after my name
And I, for no one
whispered
remembered
cared
Love, hope and faith
were just letters unspelled
I seek no...
#death
4 reads
1 Comment
OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Published
20th Oct 2021 8:52am
20th Oct 2021 8:52am
BURNOUT
the sun is possessively
glaring without blinking
too much warmth is blazing my being
longing for the cloud's shading
craving for a drop of rain
to save me from this pain
I am wilting even before my time
like a dying stalk of red rose on post Valentine
I need to breathe
please give me some space
from your brand of love
suffocating my spirit
please give me back my freedom
to revive my self-respect
so I can be the real me
once again
...
glaring without blinking
too much warmth is blazing my being
longing for the cloud's shading
craving for a drop of rain
to save me from this pain
I am wilting even before my time
like a dying stalk of red rose on post Valentine
I need to breathe
please give me some space
from your brand of love
suffocating my spirit
please give me back my freedom
to revive my self-respect
so I can be the real me
once again
...
#relationships
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OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Published
20th Oct 2021 5:09pm
20th Oct 2021 5:09pm
CHRONICLES OF OXY - HER DUPLICITY
as election nears D. Day
overtime translates standard
and I feel tired, not because of work
(oh no! not because of that)
but for the sensory overload:
loud voices
of the preening peacocks
online, on air
singing a chorous
off key, all sharp and pitchy;
visual abuse
of fake sincerity
with few vibrant colours
contrasting, inciting dyslexia
as a fad, feeling fashionistas;
rotten smell
of brewing conspiracy
mass hypnosis amidst awareness...
overtime translates standard
and I feel tired, not because of work
(oh no! not because of that)
but for the sensory overload:
loud voices
of the preening peacocks
online, on air
singing a chorous
off key, all sharp and pitchy;
visual abuse
of fake sincerity
with few vibrant colours
contrasting, inciting dyslexia
as a fad, feeling fashionistas;
rotten smell
of brewing conspiracy
mass hypnosis amidst awareness...
#SelfReflection
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1 Comment
oskar
Published
26th Nov 2021 11:30am
26th Nov 2021 11:30am
unnoticed
Unnoticed
Reading the papers and seeing the news on TV
the festive season has begun, like an eager blue tractor
little time for those caught up in wars;
We will remember them at the dinner table.
A woman received 8 million dollars in a divorce settlement
she had had aromatherapy worthy of a queen.
New knee caps worthy of Nefertiti’s found in the sand.
The divorcee can afford her hip bones if ever found,
according to the newspapers who live on rumours.
Archaeologists are looking for the ancient queens’ pubic hairs,
Now, that...
Reading the papers and seeing the news on TV
the festive season has begun, like an eager blue tractor
little time for those caught up in wars;
We will remember them at the dinner table.
A woman received 8 million dollars in a divorce settlement
she had had aromatherapy worthy of a queen.
New knee caps worthy of Nefertiti’s found in the sand.
The divorcee can afford her hip bones if ever found,
according to the newspapers who live on rumours.
Archaeologists are looking for the ancient queens’ pubic hairs,
Now, that...
#fate
#mythology
#nightmares
#steampunk
#dystopian
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Shakespearan-Sweet
Published
16th May 2020 00:35am
16th May 2020 00:35am
Hands2Hands (Revised)
Hands 2 Hands entwines
Forehead. touchings
purest intent, love divines
Searching for expressions no words can we define
intoxicated kisses from lips of red wines
Beneath the stares of our shooting stars eyes
Neither one of us wants to end this beautiful twilight
As we sit here holding each other tight
I want to be that love diary you read At bed every night
let not your heart be troubled
For deep within the the ink of my pages My vowels of beautiful syllabus outlines and phrases
My humbllings to be...
Forehead. touchings
purest intent, love divines
Searching for expressions no words can we define
intoxicated kisses from lips of red wines
Beneath the stares of our shooting stars eyes
Neither one of us wants to end this beautiful twilight
As we sit here holding each other tight
I want to be that love diary you read At bed every night
let not your heart be troubled
For deep within the the ink of my pages My vowels of beautiful syllabus outlines and phrases
My humbllings to be...
#love
#hope
#romantic
#FallingInLove
#support
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6 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Published
12th Jun 2020 3:47am
12th Jun 2020 3:47am
The effect of a Gentle Stroke- Taste of Wine
I sat still with the idea to listen
To what life has to bring
while the voice within spoke
About those things
that last like
a stroke
The tenderness within evoked
A fountain of limitless interaction
The inclination of those verbal encounter
Of him and her, intellectual cords,
In oblivious and senseless contractions
bore rumors; the intentions.
Transformed the character into acts of constellation
Engraved scenes written on heaven’s blanket,
The sound of climax and fragrance of Angel’s cloth,
The eyes of...
To what life has to bring
while the voice within spoke
About those things
that last like
a stroke
The tenderness within evoked
A fountain of limitless interaction
The inclination of those verbal encounter
Of him and her, intellectual cords,
In oblivious and senseless contractions
bore rumors; the intentions.
Transformed the character into acts of constellation
Engraved scenes written on heaven’s blanket,
The sound of climax and fragrance of Angel’s cloth,
The eyes of...
#secrets
#summer
#WritingPoetry #passion
#WritingPoetry #passion
6 reads
5 Comments
slipalong
Published
26th Sep 2021 6:04pm
26th Sep 2021 6:04pm
Alone (villanelle)
For loneliness is not my chosen domicile
as I remain, prone to fates cruel twists
but my heart would go the extra mile
I seek affection, as would a child
my all would sing like an evangelist
for loneliness is not my chosen domicile
To crave the hug of arms, not be reviled
the waft of perfumes colour missed
but my heart would go the extra mile
Stand abandoned, alone, no sense of pride
a single setting, ever to persist
for loneliness is not my chosen domicile
Fickle fates, it seems, I somehow riled
loves...
as I remain, prone to fates cruel twists
but my heart would go the extra mile
I seek affection, as would a child
my all would sing like an evangelist
for loneliness is not my chosen domicile
To crave the hug of arms, not be reviled
the waft of perfumes colour missed
but my heart would go the extra mile
Stand abandoned, alone, no sense of pride
a single setting, ever to persist
for loneliness is not my chosen domicile
Fickle fates, it seems, I somehow riled
loves...
#loneliness
#FeelingLost
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oskar
Published
25th Nov 2021 9:17am
25th Nov 2021 9:17am
keep it short
Make it short
Soothing rain on slates
Heal nerves torn to tatters
Unforgiving is life.
Rain is decanting
A transparent carpet of silk
Untouchable beauty.
Rain chased by gusts
Mad dance around corners
A day fit for heroes.
Soothing rain on slates
Heal nerves torn to tatters
Unforgiving is life.
Rain is decanting
A transparent carpet of silk
Untouchable beauty.
Rain chased by gusts
Mad dance around corners
A day fit for heroes.
#cinquain
#senryu
#tanka
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DarkPopPrincess
Published
27th Nov 2021 2:47pm
27th Nov 2021 2:47pm
Lizzie and Gordo's first time...
#Fanfiction
6 reads
1 Comment
Tallquietguy
Published
27th Nov 2021 4:16pm
27th Nov 2021 4:16pm
Cannonball
I laughingly take a running jump
And execute a perfect cannonball
Into the raging torrents
Of the river of life
Actions and consequences
Explode in all directions
Drenching unsuspecting victims
With karmic abandon
And execute a perfect cannonball
Into the raging torrents
Of the river of life
Actions and consequences
Explode in all directions
Drenching unsuspecting victims
With karmic abandon
#hope
#courage
#birth
#inspirational
#fate
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0 Comments
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