clouds part to reveala glimpse of my heritageshades of a deep skyrotating to show colours my drooping eyelids suggestI inherited the nightat the intersection ofelliptical paths my eyes - not attunedfail to comprehendmyriad tinges of GodI stay cocooned in velvetlet the days pass by Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 82 - Celebrating Heritage The form … Continue reading Kouta
A poem trapped in yellowing pages callshow readers interpret, induces new thoughtsaccretion of layers on a moment's expressionDynamic formats fit - but what's authentic? how readers interpret, induces new thoughtsA poem enriched, yet starved of its soulDynamic formats fit - but what's authentic?Collective experience changes the world A poem enriched, yet starved of its soulA … Continue reading TRAPPED POEM
thoughtsmove from neural pathwaysto grey matter-influence values-become philosophy xenoliths launch a revolutiongo unnoticedreborn to-unite with the worldat the synapse of meaning-fall apartat the crux of cognition-the cortex of the issuea defined purpose Quadrille #255
Ridiculous hits me hardI dreamt of a friend feeding Biryanito Trump(horror of horrors)The friend’s son called me to complaineveryone forgot his birthday I’ll order a cake todaywith a topperscreamingNot for HimNot againNo more electionsKill the systemto restore ordera society, a nation and a worldinsanegagged by the majority I woke upmy dog snuggled against meI petted … Continue reading Descort – The Nightmare
He carries centuries in his chest,mountains of silence and scars.lava settles where poetry lived,fury seeps through cracked restraint. When he speaks,the world reinvents abuseWhen he screamsmusic beats a hasty retreat housed where the insane liveor imprisoned with criminal recordsan object of research for psychologistsfire remembers what oppression forgot. Poetics - Lyric Petrologies P.S. Adding two … Continue reading Mountains of the unknown
violence dripping fromspeech, visualsmedia reportsvenomous wordsmental abuse-collects in poolsaround your feetobstructing movement you drag yourselflooking for a boatbut the boatman’s oarsare knives and swordsthe sky grows darkerthe clouds speak to youbut refuse to rain all that you see and senseis not a fraction ofthe violence within-unexpressed hatredbehind civilised masks-simmering resentmentin tears held back-awaiting revengeIn this … Continue reading Dark Thoughts
Glad to be here tonight. The Café’s owner has been pouring warmth into cups for many years now, while a tall, lanky man constructs elaborate word maps on the round table. The beautiful storyteller and accidental blogger with an adorable pet on her arm keeps everything together without much ado. Mimi hums like a secret … Continue reading Poetry Slam at Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro
We protest against perceived injusticeWe protest against ourselvesfor not protesting earlier,letting it alltake over your lifeperceived failuresgnaw at your core …then one daywe stop protestingand reclaim ourselvesbeyond this pointwe are the only onesaccountable Quadrille #354
vulgarity being broadcastocean currents deflect the mastjammed headend responses jump out of a boxno one sees invisible lockshold headstalls the loudest voices dominatevested interests kill, berateheadworkers conspiracy theory setsimpose fears, identity threatsheadachy emptiness hunts for parking spacejump headlong into hatred raceheadshrinkers MTB: Compounding the Stem
Are you the one I lost?But you always lived in my heart-the missing piece in the puzzleon questions about my childrenI look at the sky wistfullysee you romping aroundon grass greener than greenfresher than childhood You survived abortion attemptssometimes in the guise of a lawsometimes a mother's guilt rawbut failed to breathe under arc lightsof … Continue reading Flame in the Waiting Room
