Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
5th Aug 2024 9:46pm
5th Aug 2024 9:46pm
GRAPEVINE COCKTAIL OF THE HEART
INGREDIENTS:
Fruits: Labor, actions, and words
Fruit punch
Smoothies
cocktail mixes: Godly Purpose & Devilish temptation syrup
Sour limes
Encircling the rooftop of my mouth
lies the natural-enticing sweet flavors of the “fruits”
of my labor, actions, and even exchanged words.
Yet, the bitter-spiked “fruit-punch smoothies,”
found in Wisdom's Mystery Recipe
Funneled and strained by God’s divine revelation
of channeled learned experience and observation,
ooze all the way down my belly
reaching the very core...
Fruits: Labor, actions, and words
Fruit punch
Smoothies
cocktail mixes: Godly Purpose & Devilish temptation syrup
Sour limes
Encircling the rooftop of my mouth
lies the natural-enticing sweet flavors of the “fruits”
of my labor, actions, and even exchanged words.
Yet, the bitter-spiked “fruit-punch smoothies,”
found in Wisdom's Mystery Recipe
Funneled and strained by God’s divine revelation
of channeled learned experience and observation,
ooze all the way down my belly
reaching the very core...
#choices
#confessional
#confusion
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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1 Comment
FeNyX
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2021 9:17am
2nd Jan 2021 9:17am
Reluctant
I look to the empty box
white cursor blinking
Sigh
I start the tune app and wait for it to load
I don't want it to
Then Ill have to see the 1st song
Sigh
It's loaded
I stir my coffee for a full minute
In nervous diversion
Pills!
I get up and fill my special cup
1 of these, 1 of these, no 2 of these
1 of these, two of these today
1 of those and 1 of these and skip this one
and this one ...
Check the stash for inventory
Gotta order this one again
Ok back in front of comp ...
white cursor blinking
Sigh
I start the tune app and wait for it to load
I don't want it to
Then Ill have to see the 1st song
Sigh
It's loaded
I stir my coffee for a full minute
In nervous diversion
Pills!
I get up and fill my special cup
1 of these, 1 of these, no 2 of these
1 of these, two of these today
1 of those and 1 of these and skip this one
and this one ...
Check the stash for inventory
Gotta order this one again
Ok back in front of comp ...
#love
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#myself
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
16th Jul 2024 00:49am
16th Jul 2024 00:49am
An excerpt.
ACT ONE : SCENE 1
“But what can a decent man speak of with most pleasure?
Answer: Of himself. Well, so I will talk about myself.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground
"He was born with a gift of laughter
and a sense that the world was mad."
- Rafael Sabatini, Scaramouche.
A stage shrouded in darkness. The rhythmic thump of darts punctuates the silence.
Thnnnkk
...
“But what can a decent man speak of with most pleasure?
Answer: Of himself. Well, so I will talk about myself.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground
"He was born with a gift of laughter
and a sense that the world was mad."
- Rafael Sabatini, Scaramouche.
A stage shrouded in darkness. The rhythmic thump of darts punctuates the silence.
Thnnnkk
...
#confessional
13 reads
1 Comment
FeNyX
Poem Published
16th Feb 2021 11:41am
16th Feb 2021 11:41am
The Bottomless Hearth
The slow splashing of frozen cold drops
On the window panes notably incessant
Each a measured un-synced reverberation
A short story transforming and spreading
Clouds maintain an illusion of night so cold
Melt into my heart's furnace never-ending
Fill me with your icy entrails most stupefying
Challenge my system's slow moving mending
I can take it ...
I am love ... ..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MHXmS-e0RRo
(Aren't we all, really?)
On the window panes notably incessant
Each a measured un-synced reverberation
A short story transforming and spreading
Clouds maintain an illusion of night so cold
Melt into my heart's furnace never-ending
Fill me with your icy entrails most stupefying
Challenge my system's slow moving mending
I can take it ...
I am love ... ..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MHXmS-e0RRo
(Aren't we all, really?)
#love
#confessional
14 reads
10 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
14th Nov 2022 10:58am
14th Nov 2022 10:58am
Contradictions And Longing
Fighting is all I know
Diplomacy is all I know
Nurturing is a hobby I crave
Destroying I'm too good at to ignore
The in-betweens are not bad
Saving from the spin
Caressing your chin
Flowers when at your door
Hand in hand
Breakfast in bed
Being well-fed
Titliating you to your core
Quiet sunsets shared
Drinks on the town
Upturning frowns
Wanting you more, always more ...
Diplomacy is all I know
Nurturing is a hobby I crave
Destroying I'm too good at to ignore
The in-betweens are not bad
Saving from the spin
Caressing your chin
Flowers when at your door
Hand in hand
Breakfast in bed
Being well-fed
Titliating you to your core
Quiet sunsets shared
Drinks on the town
Upturning frowns
Wanting you more, always more ...
#love
#loneliness
#confessional
18 reads
8 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2019 5:04pm
2nd Jan 2019 5:04pm
tacoma's insomnia
take care of what you determine at twelve
whether you the age or the clock
if you decree never a marriage to try
or decry a sleep it just might be
a concrete pariah
who, who decided that twisted co-pilot
oranges in the gridded street sockets
would inform the sky a tiger aspect
has growled at them or the landing
pad of the tiger-lily was a welcome?
it only achievable during daylight,
the decisive division of tick-tock
laps up like a cat sand-tongue
the deep bruise a low-
lying overripe...
whether you the age or the clock
if you decree never a marriage to try
or decry a sleep it just might be
a concrete pariah
who, who decided that twisted co-pilot
oranges in the gridded street sockets
would inform the sky a tiger aspect
has growled at them or the landing
pad of the tiger-lily was a welcome?
it only achievable during daylight,
the decisive division of tick-tock
laps up like a cat sand-tongue
the deep bruise a low-
lying overripe...
#confessional
#insomnia
20 reads
2 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
30th Dec 2018 9:01pm
30th Dec 2018 9:01pm
photosynthesis: converting light to be later released
It is crystal, stems
do break up. They do to diverge in what
paths light sustenance either solar or lunar.
It would do to say in ritual eros
every lover follows some noble arc; or
i suggest that you exalt it.
Two heads are being born and share napes,
proprioception or best way of seeing,
is feeling around in the bud
pre-emergence.
But later the restless hands,
after applause after hunger,
longing to move, they rub
together the present
at the very infinite crack of parting.
...
do break up. They do to diverge in what
paths light sustenance either solar or lunar.
It would do to say in ritual eros
every lover follows some noble arc; or
i suggest that you exalt it.
Two heads are being born and share napes,
proprioception or best way of seeing,
is feeling around in the bud
pre-emergence.
But later the restless hands,
after applause after hunger,
longing to move, they rub
together the present
at the very infinite crack of parting.
...
#conflict
#flowers
#nature #confessional
#nature #confessional
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
5th Aug 2019 11:22pm
5th Aug 2019 11:22pm
Hawthorne
Racing rapidfire across the way
out of that dust bowl blaze
melted onto 5th street
rustled into the Sand n Sage.
& so it is that i am become this burnt toast earth
a slab of pale beefsteak sizzling away
as the brain sweats yesterday out
this whole town, it occurs to me,
looks as if it is
one large abandoned
dogeared rooftop, ...
out of that dust bowl blaze
melted onto 5th street
rustled into the Sand n Sage.
& so it is that i am become this burnt toast earth
a slab of pale beefsteak sizzling away
as the brain sweats yesterday out
this whole town, it occurs to me,
looks as if it is
one large abandoned
dogeared rooftop, ...
#city
#summer
#drugs
#confessional
#travel
22 reads
6 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
21st Mar 2019 6:12am
21st Mar 2019 6:12am
Medicine
have you been
been a polar bear
feeling the pins slash needles
of an electrosoothsay therapy
for a death or its minute
from within everyone's stomach
the center pulses pluses
and i shroud myself
by the hand of
a grandmother chief
and the headdress
told me to drum all digits
into the dirt of the lean-to
the salsa the mambo
after i greeted the organs
of my organic mechanical ess
with knees angling the ground
there be tiny spider doctors
taller than you if you were...
been a polar bear
feeling the pins slash needles
of an electrosoothsay therapy
for a death or its minute
from within everyone's stomach
the center pulses pluses
and i shroud myself
by the hand of
a grandmother chief
and the headdress
told me to drum all digits
into the dirt of the lean-to
the salsa the mambo
after i greeted the organs
of my organic mechanical ess
with knees angling the ground
there be tiny spider doctors
taller than you if you were...
#drugs
#confessional
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
24 reads
2 Comments
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
28th Jul 2018 9:24pm
28th Jul 2018 9:24pm
Synesthesiac (Slight Return)
I WANT POEMS NOT LIKE POEMS BUT LIKE VAN GOGH PAINTED THEM.
I want poems not like poems but like Chet Baker sounds.
I want poems like a funhouse mirror bends images around.
I want poems like Barry Sanders ran them.
I want poems like Sugar Ray Leonard done it.
I want poems like morphine sliding drip visions of sidewalk drawings
I want poems like caffeine straight to the system.
...
I want poems not like poems but like Chet Baker sounds.
I want poems like a funhouse mirror bends images around.
I want poems like Barry Sanders ran them.
I want poems like Sugar Ray Leonard done it.
I want poems like morphine sliding drip visions of sidewalk drawings
I want poems like caffeine straight to the system.
...
#confessional
26 reads
7 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 2:06pm
28th Nov 2024 2:06pm
Lantern and Flame
From pulpits built on brittle lies,
their words crumble like ash,
filling the skies with emptiness.
The sacred chains that once held the meek
shatter beneath the roar of voices.
A fire smolders in mortal hearts,
its embers feeding where fear once ruled.
No idols rise, no gods remain;
the soul ascends,
carving its truth from the void.
Earth takes back its kin,
unashamed of desire, unafraid of sin.
A lantern sways in the darkness,
its flame trembling,
revealing what prophets hid.
No pearled...
their words crumble like ash,
filling the skies with emptiness.
The sacred chains that once held the meek
shatter beneath the roar of voices.
A fire smolders in mortal hearts,
its embers feeding where fear once ruled.
No idols rise, no gods remain;
the soul ascends,
carving its truth from the void.
Earth takes back its kin,
unashamed of desire, unafraid of sin.
A lantern sways in the darkness,
its flame trembling,
revealing what prophets hid.
No pearled...
#confessional
#faith
29 reads
0 Comments
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
13th Mar 2024 3:49am
13th Mar 2024 3:49am
Ale for the Ail
Closing my eyes
as I savor this moment
with big gulps of treasure.
Pretty soon, my mind is buh-bye,
drowning the torment.
Looking forward to the pleasure.
Tilting the bottle
to get those drops of goodness
that I need in my life.
Emotions at full throttle,
I must confess
I am riddled with strife.
Looking for satisfaction
in this cylindrical phenomenon
where my worries are diminished.
I enjoy the distraction.
Yes, I am gone.
I need another; I am not finished.
as I savor this moment
with big gulps of treasure.
Pretty soon, my mind is buh-bye,
drowning the torment.
Looking forward to the pleasure.
Tilting the bottle
to get those drops of goodness
that I need in my life.
Emotions at full throttle,
I must confess
I am riddled with strife.
Looking for satisfaction
in this cylindrical phenomenon
where my worries are diminished.
I enjoy the distraction.
Yes, I am gone.
I need another; I am not finished.
#alcohol
#rhyming
#confessional
32 reads
20 Comments
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