NoFap 30 Day Poetry Challenge

I
  
A half-circled sun of yolk --  
its soft liquid rolling over-easy    
onto a pineappled-orange horizon    
   
Wind scrapes the earth  
as a butter knife over toast  
while grape-jellied plumes    
steamed from half-light    
perking-a-pot of Sumatra gold  
   
Window sheers became banners    
pristine white in surrender;    
caterpillar oceans reflected    
light and shadowed movement    
across the ochred room  
   
Harbored candles shape-shifted  
dying upon a basin of bed    
and crushed cotton  
damp with perspiration    
   
Music absorbed as suds  
across a Sakura’d shore  
   
II  
   
Our diaphanous musk became  
a sybilline communiqué deciphered  
only by a Baroque engraving  
   
A flotilla of sixty questions sought  
harbor amid nine answers from  
strategic positions we never imagined  
   
They didn't fall as darkness or dew  
but held cataleptic in the air    
until the tightening garrot  
encircling our vast armada of bones collapsed --    
swallowing salted breath  
in a wave of white-foamed silence  
   
Drowned were a thousand    
guttural sounds situated    
between two mouths full of  
nothing now but teeth    
tongues, and taste  
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Pestered and pursued  
by unknown foes  
A topsyturvy land  
where snakes can have horns  
and cows can have fangs.  
Night'mares' where the day's stallions  
make mountains out of molehills  

A chance to witness greek mythology-like creatures for real  
For dreamland tis a place for the unreal and surreal.  
 
Those hair-raising scary scary dreams  
beset with horrified silent screams!  
 
We do try to interrupt nightmares, pinching ourselves  
With relief wake up to see there aren't any horrid elves.  
We also try to interpret dreams filled with mystery  
But gifted dream interpreters like prophet Joseph  
Are now part of biblical human history  
 
All in all, dreamland's fascination  
for extra-ordinary exaggeration  
and tall-tale imagination  
 
Where myth and legend come to life  
An amalgam of fiction or real strife  
 
Where assorted monsters of the mind  
reign supreme in that REM sleep of our kind.  
 
Yet on the other hand the wishful, wistful sweet sweet dreams  
where fantasies form mirages bordered by fanciful seams.  
 
Where castles in the air that humans build, float gently down to earth  
only to shoot back up unto nowhere from the awakened one's berth.  
 
In dreamland a pauper girl can be a princess or fairy fair  
for daydreams extend into the night and linger on there.  
 
A quote I took to heart and it to console all and sundry  
'that if your sweet dreams don't come true, don't you fret  
for atleast your nightmares didn't come true either,  
so just heave a sigh, by and by.  
 
Every night let us all just fly away and escape  
And lo behold  the extraordinary world of Dreamscape.

We celebrate distance as a summit -
release potential embrace  
for a future moment to create  
 
Letting go of anxiety, absence
envelopes Us, our fetal dreams  
gestating,  fluidly forming;  
 
the curvature of their spines  
unfurling in gelatinous forests
of vesseled bone and pulp  
 
Calcifiying cartilage into stems
they extend the furrowed depth -
their pods now fodder for earth
 
From ashes to ashes, dust to dust
we depart to return, alternating choice
until our roots are terra firma
 
Yesterday we turned too-soon left
today, too-late right . . .
tomorrow, dead-straight ahead  
 
toward millenniums of Love and Life;
 
Sometimes it isn't wrong to ask Death
to kindly stop for tea and scones;
Shall you have one lump or two?
 
It gifts its sickle as a walking stick:  
a means to reach that mountaintop  
 
~



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Vietnam: American soil
maroon(ed) southern roots  
twisted around a civil war;    
    Nixon and tin soldiers  
    lay four dead in Ohio.    
   
John F Kennedy: membrane  
sliding down the limousine  
shattering the American dream;    
    a souvenir of pavement  
    by way of conspiracy.    
   
Martin Luther King, Jr: jawbone  
disjointed, hanging by a tendon  
cupped in the hand of a friend;  
    its severed skull conjuring  
    Injustice on the balcony.    
   
Woodstock: retaliation's skin  
stretched naked as a drum  
nude as the day it was born;  
   its rebellion-beat vibrating    
   dense rhythms of Love.    
   
Religion: exclusivity    
crusading in judgment toward  
pearly gates of heaven, Hallelujah;  
    Everyone else will burn!  
    epitaphs disgracefully soiled.    
   
Politics: pandering parties  
selective memory befitting interests    
elephants, donkeys, independents;    
    lies and broken promises    
    lining their own pockets.      
   
History: re-rep-repetition    
"How can you run when you know"  
it'll be waiting wherever you go;    
    despite any finger we point  
    the reflection is always our own.  
   
~

Lunar plum, umbra'd poppy  
  sunset's bloodshot eye;  
port wine features beckon  
 our sleeping inner child  
 
God of War advances –  
  blazing lesser distance  
shields our solar plexus  
  defensively resistant  
 
Mercurius stations --  
  courting retrograde;  
consort Larunda flushes  
  orange to marigold red  
 
This isolated collective  
  such combative energy  
merges now with Creation --  
  One Blood-born totality  
 
Reveling in completion  
  until veins bleed luminesce  
stiffling childlike play  
  within its anchored flesh  
 
~  
 
 
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