M-E
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 7:05pm
2nd Nov 2024 7:05pm
Ghost Letters
So mystic, sympathetic are the colors
Of the horizon
May it wash these maiden hearts
Moving out from this motherly soil
The writhings I cannot control
The riots of the mind, and
The body of the soul
Letters of the tomb
Throb in the cavity beneath my ribs
The longing flow and ebb on my shores
This sentimental sofa is flowering
Home-showering my man-womb
But it doesn’t roseate
And the house don’t reanimate the dead
Sometimes there are no piercing words
Such as the unspoken ones
They find ways...
Of the horizon
May it wash these maiden hearts
Moving out from this motherly soil
The writhings I cannot control
The riots of the mind, and
The body of the soul
Letters of the tomb
Throb in the cavity beneath my ribs
The longing flow and ebb on my shores
This sentimental sofa is flowering
Home-showering my man-womb
But it doesn’t roseate
And the house don’t reanimate the dead
Sometimes there are no piercing words
Such as the unspoken ones
They find ways...
#home
#relationships
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M-E
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 7:05pm
2nd Nov 2024 7:05pm
Ghost Letters
So mystic, sympathetic are the colors
Of the horizon
May it wash these maiden hearts
Moving out from this motherly soil
The writhings I cannot control
The riots of the mind, and
The body of the soul
Letters of the tomb
Throb in the cavity beneath my ribs
The longing flow and ebb on my shores
This sentimental sofa is flowering
Home-showering my man-womb
But it doesn’t roseate
And the house don’t reanimate the dead
Sometimes there are no piercing words
Such as the unspoken ones
They find ways...
Of the horizon
May it wash these maiden hearts
Moving out from this motherly soil
The writhings I cannot control
The riots of the mind, and
The body of the soul
Letters of the tomb
Throb in the cavity beneath my ribs
The longing flow and ebb on my shores
This sentimental sofa is flowering
Home-showering my man-womb
But it doesn’t roseate
And the house don’t reanimate the dead
Sometimes there are no piercing words
Such as the unspoken ones
They find ways...
#home
#relationships
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:23pm
Yesterday 10:23pm
The Ballad of Madam Chopitoff
A woman fed up, fueled by strife,
Chopped off her husband’s pride with a knife.
As he lay sleeping, she took her leave,
Tossed his “johnson” out, in wild reprieve.
Bleeding profusely, he called for aid,
A friend drove him to Hospital's shade.
Meanwhile, cops took up the hunt,
Questioned Madam Chop-It-Off, blunt.
They found it tossed by 7-Eleven,
Wrapped it on ice, quite the leaven
In a hot-dog bag, and rushed it quick,
A surgeon’s test, to knot the prick.
Nine hours in surgery's heavy hand, ...
Chopped off her husband’s pride with a knife.
As he lay sleeping, she took her leave,
Tossed his “johnson” out, in wild reprieve.
Bleeding profusely, he called for aid,
A friend drove him to Hospital's shade.
Meanwhile, cops took up the hunt,
Questioned Madam Chop-It-Off, blunt.
They found it tossed by 7-Eleven,
Wrapped it on ice, quite the leaven
In a hot-dog bag, and rushed it quick,
A surgeon’s test, to knot the prick.
Nine hours in surgery's heavy hand, ...
#relationships
#wife
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:23pm
Yesterday 10:23pm
The Ballad of Madam Chopitoff
A woman fed up, fueled by strife,
Chopped off her husband’s pride with a knife.
As he lay sleeping, she took her leave,
Tossed his “johnson” out, in wild reprieve.
Bleeding profusely, he called for aid,
A friend drove him to Hospital's shade.
Meanwhile, cops took up the hunt,
Questioned Madam Chop-It-Off, blunt.
They found it tossed by 7-Eleven,
Wrapped it on ice, quite the leaven
In a hot-dog bag, and rushed it quick,
A surgeon’s test, to knot the prick.
Nine hours in surgery's heavy hand, ...
Chopped off her husband’s pride with a knife.
As he lay sleeping, she took her leave,
Tossed his “johnson” out, in wild reprieve.
Bleeding profusely, he called for aid,
A friend drove him to Hospital's shade.
Meanwhile, cops took up the hunt,
Questioned Madam Chop-It-Off, blunt.
They found it tossed by 7-Eleven,
Wrapped it on ice, quite the leaven
In a hot-dog bag, and rushed it quick,
A surgeon’s test, to knot the prick.
Nine hours in surgery's heavy hand, ...
#relationships
#wife
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BaldyBrown
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 8:21am
25th Oct 2024 8:21am
Three Exacting Words
Today the rains came heavy over the mountain
as a serendipitous gesture upon my dry existence
This evening’s stars in my Asian sky
have conjoined to say something
to this silent pining poet, heralding
The child of your best life has entered the birth canal
Now begins the dispensation of your best life
At first the process will be strident, but this is the way
of all beauty that are born into our world
Breaking free from the present gravity will
build strength, bring perspective and bestow jubilance
...
as a serendipitous gesture upon my dry existence
This evening’s stars in my Asian sky
have conjoined to say something
to this silent pining poet, heralding
The child of your best life has entered the birth canal
Now begins the dispensation of your best life
At first the process will be strident, but this is the way
of all beauty that are born into our world
Breaking free from the present gravity will
build strength, bring perspective and bestow jubilance
...
#love
#relationships
69 reads
1 Comment
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 8:21am
25th Oct 2024 8:21am
Three Exacting Words
Today the rains came heavy over the mountain
as a serendipitous gesture upon my dry existence
This evening’s stars in my Asian sky
have conjoined to say something
to this silent pining poet, heralding
The child of your best life has entered the birth canal
Now begins the dispensation of your best life
At first the process will be strident, but this is the way
of all beauty that are born into our world
Breaking free from the present gravity will
build strength, bring perspective and bestow jubilance
...
as a serendipitous gesture upon my dry existence
This evening’s stars in my Asian sky
have conjoined to say something
to this silent pining poet, heralding
The child of your best life has entered the birth canal
Now begins the dispensation of your best life
At first the process will be strident, but this is the way
of all beauty that are born into our world
Breaking free from the present gravity will
build strength, bring perspective and bestow jubilance
...
#love
#relationships
69 reads
1 Comment
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