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Poetry competition CLOSED 16th July 2017 5:38pm
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wallyroo92
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Alphabet Anarchy
Waging war with words and simply sacrificing sentences,
wrecking vowels into orphans and killing constanants
while leaving labels of letters lost in a dyslexic mess,
Watching them now vulnerable without their orchestrated wit
the alphabet executed an anarchy inside my head
Satisfied with the slaughter of the syllables,
spelling out a dictionary of cacophony and chaos
Sending out a clear message in simple hieroglyphs
States the story of the dead, those who lay speechless
surrounded by silence - there was nothing to save to be said
Thunderstruck by every tone, praising every pitch
that sound transports in a now empty open space
Teaching the letters a language a later time
to celebrate instead the ceasefire inside
Tuning into translating my thoughts instead
Denouncing any distraction to listen to all I can hear
delivers the palpating pleasure to what I can feel
Detonating distractions and surrendering to the senses
Demands my immediate attention at once
wasting not words, writing words only waiting to be read
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wrecking vowels into orphans and killing constanants
while leaving labels of letters lost in a dyslexic mess,
Watching them now vulnerable without their orchestrated wit
the alphabet executed an anarchy inside my head
Satisfied with the slaughter of the syllables,
spelling out a dictionary of cacophony and chaos
Sending out a clear message in simple hieroglyphs
States the story of the dead, those who lay speechless
surrounded by silence - there was nothing to save to be said
Thunderstruck by every tone, praising every pitch
that sound transports in a now empty open space
Teaching the letters a language a later time
to celebrate instead the ceasefire inside
Tuning into translating my thoughts instead
Denouncing any distraction to listen to all I can hear
delivers the palpating pleasure to what I can feel
Detonating distractions and surrendering to the senses
Demands my immediate attention at once
wasting not words, writing words only waiting to be read
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A California Current Sunset
The evening clouds tear shreds from bright sun’s heart.
The cormorants leap mean from their stone hides,
Piercing the warhorse waves to steal their fish.
The icy fog infects my blood with loss;
The day, the time, a life of only half felt peace.
Where is the moon, where is the eye of death?
I seek to lay at your side, to warm your bed,
To move my hands within your dancing sea,
To let your bony fingers find my throat.
I’m left with howl and raptors’ hungry cries,
In groves of mute and deformed cypress trees,
Suspended in the wind of falling stars.
The evening clouds tear shreds from bright sun’s heart.
The cormorants leap mean from their stone hides,
Piercing the warhorse waves to steal their fish.
The icy fog infects my blood with loss;
The day, the time, a life of only half felt peace.
Where is the moon, where is the eye of death?
I seek to lay at your side, to warm your bed,
To move my hands within your dancing sea,
To let your bony fingers find my throat.
I’m left with howl and raptors’ hungry cries,
In groves of mute and deformed cypress trees,
Suspended in the wind of falling stars.
