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yelluw_always
Poem Published
1st Jan 2019 6:39pm
1st Jan 2019 6:39pm
Jupiter Series: III, Barometer
in another world, the Ocean stays with us
leaning its tremulous watershed head
to the car window it has rolled up,
preferring now to sleep, untossed.
it is quite comfortable bumping along
buffering its eyes through what transpires.
it dreams of shifts and electrocardiograms,
elevators and chance, of bonding with air
on the three hundred and seventeenth floor;
as the moving chute nets, nets and more,
the pile-up Ocean only understands as WHY?
and WHO ARE YOU, ARE YOU? to aspirate.
it...
leaning its tremulous watershed head
to the car window it has rolled up,
preferring now to sleep, untossed.
it is quite comfortable bumping along
buffering its eyes through what transpires.
it dreams of shifts and electrocardiograms,
elevators and chance, of bonding with air
on the three hundred and seventeenth floor;
as the moving chute nets, nets and more,
the pile-up Ocean only understands as WHY?
and WHO ARE YOU, ARE YOU? to aspirate.
it...
#dreams
#universe
#philosophical #morality
#philosophical #morality
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
4th Jan 2019 2:58am
4th Jan 2019 2:58am
5. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
His hand is on the latch
as I latch onto his mirage. I think
picket fences and Tom appears
or Huck. White-washed. No water
passes through these slabs. He says,
open or doom. Says, room or perish.
I would have circled the picket in zen.
Or stopped as an O,
away, taking in. My friend, auditioner
for Avenue Q, has no clear idea
of the profanity of rules. Move along
she muppets, the voices of New Yorkers
pushing through. The sign lofts high, as his eyes audit,
ender of worlds, ender of traffic
footing what was once a street...
as I latch onto his mirage. I think
picket fences and Tom appears
or Huck. White-washed. No water
passes through these slabs. He says,
open or doom. Says, room or perish.
I would have circled the picket in zen.
Or stopped as an O,
away, taking in. My friend, auditioner
for Avenue Q, has no clear idea
of the profanity of rules. Move along
she muppets, the voices of New Yorkers
pushing through. The sign lofts high, as his eyes audit,
ender of worlds, ender of traffic
footing what was once a street...
#heaven
#freedom
#escape
#nightmares
#philosophical
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fiveamtuesday
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2020 5:00pm
3rd Jul 2020 5:00pm
Jug
Poor soul in a jug,
Filled up to the brim;
An ornate display
Of life and love
For family and friends.
But subtract the substance
Or an audience
To serve or show or captivate,
Will sit useless on the sill to sour,
Until it all
evaporates.
Filled up to the brim;
An ornate display
Of life and love
For family and friends.
But subtract the substance
Or an audience
To serve or show or captivate,
Will sit useless on the sill to sour,
Until it all
evaporates.
#philosophical
#apathy
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
8th Sep 2019 3:30am
8th Sep 2019 3:30am
head of young man in detail (first movement)
0
the young barbarian, we
was sat
in a cobbler's pose
under
the sun
atop
everything that moves
& an
abandoned
market
roof top in orbit
sketching
a kind of portrait
or self portrait,
( this is pretty...
the young barbarian, we
was sat
in a cobbler's pose
under
the sun
atop
everything that moves
& an
abandoned
market
roof top in orbit
sketching
a kind of portrait
or self portrait,
( this is pretty...
#courage
#universe
#memories
#philosophical
#passion
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Joshuaberry
Ancestor
Ancestor
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2020 6:38pm
22nd Jun 2020 6:38pm
Reserata Carcerem XXIII
knowledge is not a cubicle;
ignorance's hideout, flapdoodle,
corrugated roof of worn wits
damp drips, drizzles illusion spits
neither is knowledge a haven;
hoisted hell, callous clips cloven
la-de-da lake retention dug,
choked to brim by cursed current- lust
nosy knowledge is not heaven;
forlorn Utopia - Joy's oven
fame's pulchritude, honour's specter,
voluptuous variance of blisters
knowledge is a luminary;
hops into wits, then fumes instinct.
'20:06:22:17:56
Note: of nosy knowledge.
ignorance's hideout, flapdoodle,
corrugated roof of worn wits
damp drips, drizzles illusion spits
neither is knowledge a haven;
hoisted hell, callous clips cloven
la-de-da lake retention dug,
choked to brim by cursed current- lust
nosy knowledge is not heaven;
forlorn Utopia - Joy's oven
fame's pulchritude, honour's specter,
voluptuous variance of blisters
knowledge is a luminary;
hops into wits, then fumes instinct.
'20:06:22:17:56
Note: of nosy knowledge.
#philosophical
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
28th Dec 2018 10:48am
28th Dec 2018 10:48am
loosening
imagination
is ejected
from the rocket
drained
of blood
through the pores
into hot air
seeped
into the hairline
fractures
of future canyons
hissed
through the gently
popped
latex
of the ozone
the parrot is on
the lam
the atmosphere jets
dreams
the stories are
vulnerable
is ejected
from the rocket
drained
of blood
through the pores
into hot air
seeped
into the hairline
fractures
of future canyons
hissed
through the gently
popped
latex
of the ozone
the parrot is on
the lam
the atmosphere jets
dreams
the stories are
vulnerable
#dreams
#magic
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
7th Jan 2019 9:06pm
7th Jan 2019 9:06pm
The Closing of State Route 126
electrocardiogram serration
of sierras
chaparral lives easily achromatic, pod
economy made to seed at hundreds degree
it’s supposed to burn
we’re not supposed to burn
they please to stay stay these hills
alien to their own, built
into the fiery notches
enter the shell popping
starling fleers, startling legs
bounding upward panorama
perspective is gained after, smoke snaked
a gnarl and dried out to the least common denominator
they root shallow root for their homestead
steady in the not knowing of kinder ...
of sierras
chaparral lives easily achromatic, pod
economy made to seed at hundreds degree
it’s supposed to burn
we’re not supposed to burn
they please to stay stay these hills
alien to their own, built
into the fiery notches
enter the shell popping
starling fleers, startling legs
bounding upward panorama
perspective is gained after, smoke snaked
a gnarl and dried out to the least common denominator
they root shallow root for their homestead
steady in the not knowing of kinder ...
#environment
#fire
#philosophical
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
28th Dec 2018 9:13pm
28th Dec 2018 9:13pm
Jupiter Series: II, Transitions
Because I have the body of Jupiter
after the sweep dwell of light
that has steeped far past a babble,
past the superseding of emotions
and shambolic philosophy,
past snapped bonds
and savage poses of the loved, these
who fought with shares of knowledge
are just as in the dark
as when I switch off the light
and left topless frozen
by the nothingness as sight
must solve to the silvery
flopping feelings
in the glowing dark, we pause,
shaky...
after the sweep dwell of light
that has steeped far past a babble,
past the superseding of emotions
and shambolic philosophy,
past snapped bonds
and savage poses of the loved, these
who fought with shares of knowledge
are just as in the dark
as when I switch off the light
and left topless frozen
by the nothingness as sight
must solve to the silvery
flopping feelings
in the glowing dark, we pause,
shaky...
#universe
#astronomy
#magic
#philosophical
#morality
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
8th Sep 2019 2:29pm
8th Sep 2019 2:29pm
head of young man in detail (third movement)
9 [coax of the soul multisensorial]
all the contradictory data ,
i want you to know
that everything about me is capricious
the worst and most pretentious,
sappy, sloppy, dumb , INDULGENT,
i will make myself
as much a fly, a flea,
a bedbug, a woodpecker's drumming,
a latticwork of serpents...
- and by the way, ...
all the contradictory data ,
i want you to know
that everything about me is capricious
the worst and most pretentious,
sappy, sloppy, dumb , INDULGENT,
i will make myself
as much a fly, a flea,
a bedbug, a woodpecker's drumming,
a latticwork of serpents...
- and by the way, ...
#narrative
#confessional
#philosophical
#nonfiction
#StreamOfConsciousness
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
6th Jan 2019 1:10am
6th Jan 2019 1:10am
american musings at the home now museum of picasso
you am i
are me now is more not ours un yours
yet all who has whyfore
less than minutes
you have what
when which implore mural
notwithstanding forewarnt
blocks upsidehead useful
you implode
fake french door balcony rails
drenched chicken wing...
are me now is more not ours un yours
yet all who has whyfore
less than minutes
you have what
when which implore mural
notwithstanding forewarnt
blocks upsidehead useful
you implode
fake french door balcony rails
drenched chicken wing...
#art
#magic
#philosophical
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Joshuaberry
Ancestor
Ancestor
Poem Published
12th Jun 2020 11:52am
12th Jun 2020 11:52am
Reserata Carcerem XIX
sometimes punctured passion's bruised blank:
bounty biddings could trace torn tracks
syllabic silhouettes sighing
dark dribbles - spelled sway of motive
fostered feelings foiling
porous pledges poring fractures
perforated pencil moaning
voluptuous sketches sans vying
masticated mind's tamed template
confetti of canvas cruise crave
gaunt geulgram eerie actions etched
moistened mosaic crumbling down crest
passion ain't plea for addiction:
It's a page you sketch choiced motion.
'20:06:12:10:33
...
bounty biddings could trace torn tracks
syllabic silhouettes sighing
dark dribbles - spelled sway of motive
fostered feelings foiling
porous pledges poring fractures
perforated pencil moaning
voluptuous sketches sans vying
masticated mind's tamed template
confetti of canvas cruise crave
gaunt geulgram eerie actions etched
moistened mosaic crumbling down crest
passion ain't plea for addiction:
It's a page you sketch choiced motion.
'20:06:12:10:33
...
#philosophical
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
7th Jul 2020 10:39am
7th Jul 2020 10:39am
Ashes
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
What is right now
Will become what was
We can't stay here forever
We're just passing through
What is new becomes old
What is old will renew
Dust to dust
What is right now
Will become what was
We can't stay here forever
We're just passing through
What is new becomes old
What is old will renew
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
#philosophical
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