He fly the vulture
He swamp the monster
He the hound dog brother
He stranger than danger
He that whistler’s mother
He the sunshine faker
He look orange monkey
He big Beastie’s bestie
He be Frankenstein’s baby
Tag: Poetry
The Writing On The Wall
Can you hear
a whisper in the air
with that certain scent
the serene accent
of a reality much higher ?
Like the clockwork
of a Wagnerian concert
upon a flow of celestial poetry
Do you have an ear to hear?
When it comes down
to the state of the heart
do you even care?
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The Placebo Diaries (1)
M.M.;
sad to say
they test you
and your DNA
goes on an index card
your most primitive fears
are then known and calibrated
the Beast will come to town
to bargain
he will take everything
and leave nothing behind
D.R.;
At the Honeymoon Hotel
my helix was double crossed
with a fix straight from hell,
and then spliced with a piece
of alien dental floss.
At great cost to the boss
I was given a choice to break free
of that spell in the land of the lost,
where a lamentable mutation
is condemned to endless replication,
generation after generation.
Always regretting something
it just can’t put a finger on,
and dreaming of getting back
to that Garden of Eden.
The Mahatma
Blessed are the peacemakers …
“When I despair, I remember that
all through history the way of truth
and love have always won. There
have been tyrants and murderers,
and for a time, they can seem
invincible, but in the end, they
always fall. Think of it … always.”
~ Mahatma Gandhi
Dear Children
Dear Children,
the best of the worst,
or the worst of the best?
Do you really have a choice?
Was that ballot card marked,
stacked, and counted,
long before your birth?
The Love Memorandum
Still breathing
Living still
From oceans deep
an immortal spill
The waters testing
in the fullness of time
What’s in your heart?
Who’s on your mind?
Having received
the Love Memorandum
from Planet Freedom
Regarding that love
that doesn’t change
in the wildest of weather
and through all that’s strange
Of love forged
in the fires of forever
Love that gives meaning
and substance
to this existence
A love that never fails
like the latter rains
of a summer harvest
In Search of a Subversive Opus ~ No.7
Selling Out ~ by Nitin Lalit
I was tired. Now, I know that that’s the worst way to start a story, but I was fucking exhausted. I had spent eight years of my life writing poetry …
Selling out
In Search of a Subversive Opus ~ No.9
Poets Anonymous ~ by Cara Feral
Hi, my name is Cara
and I am a poemoholic
It’s only been 24 hours
since my last sonnet
And it’s been 13 days since
the last time I’ve used the words …
Poets Anonymous
Stairway To Bedlam
ATTENTION ALL ANGELS:
Please use the elevator located
in the foyer. This stairway is no
Jacobs Ladder. Thank You.
~ The Management, CLUB 27 ♣️
I Just Don’t Care
I just don’t care
who you follow
the stuff that you say
and what you think
that you know
In the deepest despair
from way down below
through haunted streets
I’ve driven that manic
and heavy traffic
to a place where
even the light retreats
And I’ve known
the sweetest caress
of a gentle whisper
that roared like a tempest
through my very soul
