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Ice Rend
Hail bear the champion of
warmth through my blizzards
that failure of constance
to stand and deliver.
Burn conquests of recash to
blast banshee slivers and
rinse the lord's chariot in
frost schlossend wizards.
On banishment's prevost,
compound the cross-beams.
Wreak bandstands in saints,
flash hiveminds in peens
to cast away nurses
down freezewells of screams.
Slosh their fett-sweet edema,
curse them floes of ice creams.
Your sweat can't prevail me
(this whale that I'm rowing).
Cunt hell is my nautilus juice;
shale ever-growing,
entrellising sloughs
that frail, overhauling,
I rail chitin throes
in cement-winter's holy.
Solid avail me these
front pressure bends.
Slice my salvation;
contort me these ends.
Station me deeper, dis-
trust my defense, distend
me along; split the light,
ice rend!
(This sleet is my fate.
Your faith can't save me.
I'm holier than thou, and
who the fuck might you be?)
warmth through my blizzards
that failure of constance
to stand and deliver.
Burn conquests of recash to
blast banshee slivers and
rinse the lord's chariot in
frost schlossend wizards.
On banishment's prevost,
compound the cross-beams.
Wreak bandstands in saints,
flash hiveminds in peens
to cast away nurses
down freezewells of screams.
Slosh their fett-sweet edema,
curse them floes of ice creams.
Your sweat can't prevail me
(this whale that I'm rowing).
Cunt hell is my nautilus juice;
shale ever-growing,
entrellising sloughs
that frail, overhauling,
I rail chitin throes
in cement-winter's holy.
Solid avail me these
front pressure bends.
Slice my salvation;
contort me these ends.
Station me deeper, dis-
trust my defense, distend
me along; split the light,
ice rend!
(This sleet is my fate.
Your faith can't save me.
I'm holier than thou, and
who the fuck might you be?)
Published 17th Jul 2021
| Edited 15th Dec 2021
Author's Note
I hope you freeze before you drown.
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Anonymous
18th Jul 2021 5:15am
--Audacious; The Resistance is Total
I enjoy the absolute audacity of the language, it's musicality. The sheer range of reference.
That's what there is to enjoy. Take it, or not.
This resists the intelligence. Completely.
I enjoy the absolute audacity of the language, it's musicality. The sheer range of reference.
That's what there is to enjoy. Take it, or not.
This resists the intelligence. Completely.
18th Jul 2021 7:27am
19th Jul 2021 1:20am
"VIRTUAL ANOMOLY" SAID (before he ran away):
I'll apologize in advance for giving you my honest take on this work. I don't mind stretching the cognitive functions to decipher a poem, but I find it decidedly distracting should the entire poem elude meaning for sake of random, mismatched, and non-existent words that fall short of telling a story. For example, I'm not quite sure what you meant by "schlossend" as it is not in our English dictionary, whereas "schlossen" in German means "concluded," which would seem not to fit the line. Similar issue with "prevost," as that is a French novelist, and "provost" is chief dignitary of a collegiate or cathedral chapter, assuming you may had misspelled. I, also, could not find "recash," beside it being a payment institution registered in the UK....and I'm sure that's not what you wanted there. Not a fan of that last line either. I DO, however enjoy the second to last stanza, and think "ice rend" is a clever and fitting phrase to punctuate what I believe the central thrust of the poem is. A potential exercise to try.....read your next write aloud to a friend, if they have no idea what they just read, retool it. Thank you for your entry.
"MTP" (in response) SAID:
You make a compelling case for education,
so it looks like I have to school you again.
Firstly, I never use nonsense concepts in a
poetic contextual sense. Secondly, I speak,
and am comfortable in three languages, so...
I take that strength as an opportunity to
usher fresh-feeling vocabulary into the souls
of my readers. Just like "A Clockwork Orange"
covertly taught its readers Russian words.
Have you read Burgess' "A Clockwork Orange"?
Turdly, "schlossend" is the adjective form of
"Schloss'" which means lock, castle or manner.
This word is used in a specific part of speech to be
a sestuple entendre for the following reasons:
1.) to denote the poem's setting (a German nursing
home); 2.) as the word "conclusion", to suggest the
frost-harbinger (wizard) of death; whereas 3.) frost-
locked 'wizard' suggests an old gay man (wizard)
who no longer has sexual drive (frigid), and 4.)
"locked" because he's imprisoned at the nursing
home which is surrounded by a locke (motes are
a common feature for old strongholds); 5.) he is
dying from temperature-related illness as well as
drowning from a buildup of fluid on the lungs (this
is very common for the elderly during winter time);
and 6.) I use the phonetic qualities of "schlossend"
which sounds similar to 'slush-end' as onomatopoeia.
Next time, when attempting high-brow-low-blow
poetry, consider that Google Translate and others
are not your friends, if you don't already have basic
use of that language or a general poetic-set mind.
On to the next word, "Prevost" is a brand of tourbus.
Again, Google can be a double-edged "s" word.
"Recash" from 'cash' is beatnik jargon which means:
to disintegrate a smokeable substance, albeit again.
Finally, not only did I read this aloud to other poets,
this was actually partially collaborated on by them.
There are a few other poets here that understand
the nature of the bulk of my works without prompt.
We are the neo-pioneers of poetry for the new era.
We are multi-cultural, broad-experienced poly-maths.
And that path which I'm on sums one of a bloodbath.
https://allpoetry.com/poem/16006149-Ice-Rend-by-MTP-adult
So VA, apology isn't necessary.
But your education is critical.
And honesty is... universal.
That's when he booted me from
the comp and blocked me...
like a little bitch. Take note SKC.
You're not the only one
who's tried me. Just ask
Johnny B. & Ahavati.
I'll apologize in advance for giving you my honest take on this work. I don't mind stretching the cognitive functions to decipher a poem, but I find it decidedly distracting should the entire poem elude meaning for sake of random, mismatched, and non-existent words that fall short of telling a story. For example, I'm not quite sure what you meant by "schlossend" as it is not in our English dictionary, whereas "schlossen" in German means "concluded," which would seem not to fit the line. Similar issue with "prevost," as that is a French novelist, and "provost" is chief dignitary of a collegiate or cathedral chapter, assuming you may had misspelled. I, also, could not find "recash," beside it being a payment institution registered in the UK....and I'm sure that's not what you wanted there. Not a fan of that last line either. I DO, however enjoy the second to last stanza, and think "ice rend" is a clever and fitting phrase to punctuate what I believe the central thrust of the poem is. A potential exercise to try.....read your next write aloud to a friend, if they have no idea what they just read, retool it. Thank you for your entry.
"MTP" (in response) SAID:
You make a compelling case for education,
so it looks like I have to school you again.
Firstly, I never use nonsense concepts in a
poetic contextual sense. Secondly, I speak,
and am comfortable in three languages, so...
I take that strength as an opportunity to
usher fresh-feeling vocabulary into the souls
of my readers. Just like "A Clockwork Orange"
covertly taught its readers Russian words.
Have you read Burgess' "A Clockwork Orange"?
Turdly, "schlossend" is the adjective form of
"Schloss'" which means lock, castle or manner.
This word is used in a specific part of speech to be
a sestuple entendre for the following reasons:
1.) to denote the poem's setting (a German nursing
home); 2.) as the word "conclusion", to suggest the
frost-harbinger (wizard) of death; whereas 3.) frost-
locked 'wizard' suggests an old gay man (wizard)
who no longer has sexual drive (frigid), and 4.)
"locked" because he's imprisoned at the nursing
home which is surrounded by a locke (motes are
a common feature for old strongholds); 5.) he is
dying from temperature-related illness as well as
drowning from a buildup of fluid on the lungs (this
is very common for the elderly during winter time);
and 6.) I use the phonetic qualities of "schlossend"
which sounds similar to 'slush-end' as onomatopoeia.
Next time, when attempting high-brow-low-blow
poetry, consider that Google Translate and others
are not your friends, if you don't already have basic
use of that language or a general poetic-set mind.
On to the next word, "Prevost" is a brand of tourbus.
Again, Google can be a double-edged "s" word.
"Recash" from 'cash' is beatnik jargon which means:
to disintegrate a smokeable substance, albeit again.
Finally, not only did I read this aloud to other poets,
this was actually partially collaborated on by them.
There are a few other poets here that understand
the nature of the bulk of my works without prompt.
We are the neo-pioneers of poetry for the new era.
We are multi-cultural, broad-experienced poly-maths.
And that path which I'm on sums one of a bloodbath.
https://allpoetry.com/poem/16006149-Ice-Rend-by-MTP-adult
So VA, apology isn't necessary.
But your education is critical.
And honesty is... universal.
That's when he booted me from
the comp and blocked me...
like a little bitch. Take note SKC.
You're not the only one
who's tried me. Just ask
Johnny B. & Ahavati.
I hereby challenge you again, hot pants. YOU
get another chance to spank your rotten twat dance.
This time on AllPoetry without the one-sided chants.
But bring fat faggot Francisco-lance to queen-cyst sus
lentes and cart the candida-sucking sycophants for your
salivating simian stain of a pap-brain to supplant, and
I'll still instance every distance you diss in phalanx stance.
Compared to a physical encounter this is ala-gorey romance.
I'm never fucking done. As long as there are ants on this planet
to block out your sun, you're the real-life Hansel and Gretel leather
crafted into my witch-stitched cumberbund at a glance when you thot
we were gonna stop with the timewarp trance. Did you think I'd run out
of "ance/ants/anz" words? Answer! Did you? Can't stop to cancel yourself
from the deadpans of bedpans in your peepee panzer, or your Gee panther-
pissing himself from bladder/vaginitis cancer? My brother had cancer. Alveolar
soft-part, and his balls looked like an anthropomorphic maine coone cat spooning
your SKC psycho-fanservice fuckline bastards that can't seem to dispatch from his
barbed man-sir. Say something clever, before I remove the fetus and rinse her shrugged
ass at last down an Ayn Rand disaster. The garbage disposal is spinning faster. Prance away,
dumpster-hampster, CNA gangster. Masturbate the other way, I'm tired of tasting your poetaster.
get another chance to spank your rotten twat dance.
This time on AllPoetry without the one-sided chants.
But bring fat faggot Francisco-lance to queen-cyst sus
lentes and cart the candida-sucking sycophants for your
salivating simian stain of a pap-brain to supplant, and
I'll still instance every distance you diss in phalanx stance.
Compared to a physical encounter this is ala-gorey romance.
I'm never fucking done. As long as there are ants on this planet
to block out your sun, you're the real-life Hansel and Gretel leather
crafted into my witch-stitched cumberbund at a glance when you thot
we were gonna stop with the timewarp trance. Did you think I'd run out
of "ance/ants/anz" words? Answer! Did you? Can't stop to cancel yourself
from the deadpans of bedpans in your peepee panzer, or your Gee panther-
pissing himself from bladder/vaginitis cancer? My brother had cancer. Alveolar
soft-part, and his balls looked like an anthropomorphic maine coone cat spooning
your SKC psycho-fanservice fuckline bastards that can't seem to dispatch from his
barbed man-sir. Say something clever, before I remove the fetus and rinse her shrugged
ass at last down an Ayn Rand disaster. The garbage disposal is spinning faster. Prance away,
dumpster-hampster, CNA gangster. Masturbate the other way, I'm tired of tasting your poetaster.
19th Jul 2021 2:13pm
This would had been beneficial and in the fun of it... had you not disrespected another DUP member, which is callous and totally uncalled for...
Since when did we not value the feelings of other poets. I am a poetess of various trades one being a dope ass rapper and that includes of spoken word.
To make your point, I accepted your long winded babbling on my canvas, but to disregard a fellow poet who I have nothing but poetic respect for makes you the lesser man in my eyes, and not worthy to even continue a poetic battling friendship.
Therefore, I am blocking you in return, I wish you nothing but future success in your endeavors... word
Since when did we not value the feelings of other poets. I am a poetess of various trades one being a dope ass rapper and that includes of spoken word.
To make your point, I accepted your long winded babbling on my canvas, but to disregard a fellow poet who I have nothing but poetic respect for makes you the lesser man in my eyes, and not worthy to even continue a poetic battling friendship.
Therefore, I am blocking you in return, I wish you nothing but future success in your endeavors... word
19th Jul 2021 5:30pm
