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Poem of the Month - DECEMBER 2021

Dangerous Mind
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March - X
April - RiAN
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June - Bluevelvete
July - Jemac
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December - AHAVATI

Tyrant of Words
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i thought it was over


this war  
i fought;  
all i  
had were  
my hands  
to spin  
inside a  
as rain  
carved paths  
without any  
i still  
live there  
you know  
like wings  
floating on  
old ways  
upon a  
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Waiting for a miracle


stoned in the gutter
with Jesus
our palms
for small mercies
a blanket
to keep out
the cold
city night

waiting for the flood
with Jesus
gathering fish
for the poor
turning tears
into wine
at ten cents
a shot

all of us

drained of meaning

for resurrection

...for something

Written by badmalthus (Harry Rout)
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In other words: Her words

... .Dangling on hinges of fate… .

We take notes of time by giving it power and a voice,
we’re nothing more than conduits seeking to illuminate,
because so many tear-away at the "damned" love word,
oft. This is the ambience which torments and pillages
me to mere life, .. ..henna’ed me sees it as grotesquely
beautiful in all its rawness.

 ∂x - Surely:
I’ve loved a time or two granted they’ve their own sacred
catacombs in the chambers of my heart perhaps, they
had no masterful plans for me …& that is quite ok…
though there were times when I’ve laid all down asking
for more

but I understand, am more of an acquired taste not
made for everyone

X∂ - in the midst of my wildlands:
they were disguised as dropletts of affection disciplining
me in diverse passions, thus somehow they are my
very own co-creators who forg’d this “demi” in fire, they
made me ‘a woman’
understanding that my soul was once unmade.. .

∂xx - ..._-... ..
no one else had the dynamism to devote this soul or
drudge my deeps for pearls.. In return, I listen’d silently
to their wounds and confessions, when the hot times
were cold/ hours morphed into pastel societies’

 ∂ - advocates of warmth for trade, barterers of truth:
I’d shown my bleach’d ribs only to be pinned/ spread
apart with Rose Garlands adorning my ankles… .
verb less sibilating “there is no one here to hurt you,
anymore”... forever holding each of them in my kinetic
cinders, I meaningfully ached to milk their tears

 ∂ii - To share philosophy of a different kind:
I wore their skin as my own and made love to their
cosmique darkness's, their differences;
dared? .. .I did
“do breathe and I will harness your shards till they shudder,
hold your fragments close till the days of your strangled
heart is no longer number’d” .. .

                  .. .t’was never just about me.. .

∂i - ….
my sacrifices will only ever be a symptoms of love,
nothing less  - -

i∂i - there’s hate nor anger:
of course plumes of affliction emerges, but in terms of
totality all was “not” dire and for that, I've asked the high
muses for their healing, before my own

I have known love, some things can be distorted nor broken

She then quotes:
"‘A man's heart weighs 280 grams. / a woman’s the same, more or less”

Journal Signed  and pondered upon:
T’is a silent film of an evening passing  through layers of
skin bleeding sepia …ask of me anything and I shall masque nothing

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Francisco J Vera
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altered perceptions

altered perception affects a soul
I see and hear things others don't
so I have to hold onto what I've been told is real
ignoring the voices that tell me differently
I share my existence with them
I honestly don't know if my mind is making them up
and they are from my imagination
but I think I must have an exceptionally good imagination if that's the case
they tell me things I wouldn't know otherwise
like archaic words and somehow I know the meanings
dimensions in hell and the spires there
I wonder how I came upon this knowledge if my demons are unreal
and I'm not talking about things that bother me
I'm talking about otherworldly beings
they have a hierarchy and language of their own
they follow traditions  
they recognize us
though to most of us they remain hidden
the Earth is full of magic
what some call miracles
I ask what is the difference between miracles and magic?
I think most of  you have encountered otherworldly beings
but were quick to dismiss them
I have no choice but to hear
all the things my mind doesn't understand
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Francisco J Vera
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Of My Reason

Love of my reason in life
with winds to my wings
like freestone peaches
among the hills
and white cloud above
raining heaven's snow
with soft kisses to blow
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Francisco J Vera
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Time That Never Fades

Remember when you were there.
Standing clueless about how I felt about you.
The feeling wasn’t mutual.
Does that change now?
Weather can change thousands of times but not the way I feel about you.
Hope has never left.
Do you know?
My intentions tell me so.
I’d ask but you would say no.
Acting in a way that proves me wrong every time.
Will I want you the same when you finally realize?
Written by ClearmindedVillain
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Society’s Paroxysm Child…

(Buddhology Lesson 1 of 3)
The labyrinth of deceitful deities we give allegiance in the merit
Cubic zirconia never to reach that five carat
Blacken expressions of buried insight prowling on earth in this time
To bring the four corners of the world to one existence not found by its obliviousness's designs
Confusion, cruelty of the spiritual creed to give credence to intellects to remain strong to believe
Lackluster words to encourage the deep seas or the earth to move
Too inexperience by rite to cuddle society in the valley of the shadow of death only loud mental frailty speaks the blues
Ideology patented from the back of muesli boxes to take comfort in
Hypocritical knowledge in the stench of hellish sin
In the cathedral of Buddhology quiet heads bowed to the communion incense slowly burns
Falsehood kneels at the altar, lack of knowledge churns
A low energy vibration not worthy or voracious enough to give the masses what they need, yearn
In the realm of time, uplift toward the radiant light to tell of stories before the silence of the Grave or the Urn
Give me liberation from the tongue of confessions of ancient scrolls foretold
Tell me something I do not know of old
Live within the beautiful mural of the mind to tell listening souls of the Native’s loss of sacred land
Smallpox invading reservations not by their hands  
Scrambled words trap in the filth for which a disability mentality homes
Hindered and lost in the maze when you cannot even begin to understand how we all can atone
The world still waiting for that enlightened one
Black, white, brown where have the theological or superiority gone
Yoruba Religion of that old soul sings divinity’s songs
Judgmental holds no merit to the wind
It only blows out heat when flames ascend
Scribbled ideas devoid of sanctification by the blessed stars
The imagination when at rest, thriving, it can stretch wide and far
Darkened in unrest, demigods’ hovers, ideology misplaced where it larks  
Most dimwitted beings are so selfish to know how to teach  
Quicker to the slaughter for the ones who stand, fall, and get back up to testimonial preach
Valor, deliverance becomes the emote from what you have wrote
Yet still a celestial sleeper if your mind is not fully awoken
Open the door to the world and step outside and reach of greater significant once spoken
Scream to the mountains behind the sheets that once marched in streets
Compassion in echoes, let me hear reflections like you laid in those gas chambers
Unlock the mystical doctrine of the Three Kings’ travels to witness the myth or miracle laying in the manger
Can your mind even yonder your ponders beyond the stars, skies
Do you even know your purpose seen through the Creator’s eyes
Can your spiritual chant in the grace of universal rants
Bow to the muses to hear your ancestral’ s guidance to tell you, renounce the word, I can’t
If you are not one with self, the universal, the axis as it shifts
You will never be able to wrap your mind around the concept of any of this
Step aside, too many souls vying for that beautiful ascending gift
Neuf vies eight asunder a tabby spurned in hell
Solve the sovereignty of existence to riddle of life’s puzzles without the whys, the one Heaven cannot seem to sell
In the feast of obscurity, we are all the same, whereas one could never tell
To the eyes that see and ears who hear
Society’s paroxysm child who wavers unjustly to laminate a jester’s tears
Are you the rumbling storm, a roaring thunder to conform
Cradle in the bosom of the art to know thy truth is the mouth that readily speaks
Freedom from the prisoned idle mind which that does not
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I want you

I want to give you fruit trees
for the barely green space
that'll never be an orchard
outside your flat,
to grow roots from two feet
in permitted parking spaces,
never leaking fuel,
to make a halo
from cardboard and LEDs
in my dining room,
one you can lift up to the sky
and let the light pour through
fork made crafter holes
when you're lonesome.
I want to be inside your
stretched, pumped veins
in the middle of winter,
to sing and kiss
all the air about you
with my troubled lungs,
watch a utopia occur
between rooftops,
us sat on the back
of a whittled bench.
I want to watch your joy grow
wild and wide and vulnerable and free,
to cascade down as dark, brunette hair
longing to grey, waiting to grey,
staining itself with desire,
to be a totem or stone
or piece of art gifted
as decoration rested
between dusting books.
I want your happiness
to be an emblem of our time,
for my energy to rub
against those steel bones,
make sparks from friction,
to be loved and love equally
with the plain affection of a child,
who never let their heart pound
the way birds do,
and if then the world
becomes a playground
only to us, well,
what harm could it do?
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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My search for magnetic north

Its illusiveness
lost in the snow that drives,  
a cosy fire, I can smell its burning logs  
a trace of woody notes
the damper of doubt, backdraft of smoke
brings tears, but some power winds the spring,  
even if, I can only glimpse a glow of hope  
transience like sparks, that crack and fade away to nowt.  
 Fields out there unseen  
trusting my inner compass needle, of self that must find orientation  
and guide me to the warm heart(h) side,  
of my own possibilities
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A Sign

I'm on my knees praying for the last time
I only pray that I can do it with a clear heart and mind
To beg forgiveness for all that I've ever done
I'm faced with a time I thought would never come

On my way to my Father's house for the first time
And I hope that I won't be seeing my lord for the last time
But how can I beg to enter his house
When the words of my deeds start to come out

Begging forgiveness for the times I didn't ask
Even though I was taught better, I performed Satan's task
For the times that you knew that I wore a mask
Proclaiming myself as the one who'll always stand fast

For the times I ignored the facts
At times a follower, other times leading the pack
Always singing the same old song
"If you'll just help me, I'll stay strong"

Swearing by all that was and is holy
That I'm dedicated to you solely
Loyal as long as my troubles persist
But once tempted, I couldn't resist

I forgot all promises of retribution and change
Determined once more to bring you shame
For all that you did to relieve my pain
Even though you knew that you had nothing to gain

You simply couldn't stand to see me suffer
Shielding me from harm, my buffer
Knowing that no matter how much you had to shine
My tarnish would return, all mine

To remember each and every lie
Turning my head to keep from seeing you cry
Realizing what I'm doing each and every time
But I was to caught up in the crime

I could see but I just couldn't feel
Preferring my imaginary world to the real
Now realizing what Satan eventually captured
He didn't have to steal, I was to caught up in the rapture

I was willing to give something that wasn't mine
I was looking for clues that I didn't have to find
Obsessed with myself and what I considered my dues
I was overlooking what was in plain view

The unsurpassed limits of your wisdom
The way that my world operated with precision
The love for me that went into every decision
And your ability to see through my oblivion

Even for when you listened, when no one else had the time
For every indication that I was still on your mind
For helping me to complete this line by line
I now realize that there was always a sign
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jerry can aronist

the horror show  
through the forest
jerry can in hand  
at one  
with mother nature  
whisperimg trees  
singing birds  
a sweet soundtrack  
to the walking dead  
heavy with life  
no more  
the time is NOW
or it will  
never be  
kneel quietly  
in a  
sun spat clearing  
soaked in petrol  
lighter in hand  
waiting to ignite  
last rebellion  
could be  
for being  
an arsonist  
you can  
arrest and charge  
my charred remains  
drag my burnt carcas
for all to see
but it won't matter  
was NEVER seen  
when alive  
at lesast  
my last  
carbon footprint  
will be counted  

Written by AspergerPoet56
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The Majesty Of A Hearts Symphony

she is majestic  
the dream conductor ~ of my
heart's sweet symphony

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