Are you aware of me?
Are you aware of the skin of me
or its content, of body or of soul?
Would you rather look or listen?
How do you perceive me
in audio or vision?
What is it about me that strikes you,
is it the fast spoken sentences that run
like water off my tongue?
Do they make sense to you,
are my opinion appreciated?
Or do you just love my tongue?
Do you prefer to watch lush lips as they make
shape at the O’s and accent of every word?
… please don’t stare too long.
Do you like the sound of my giggly laughter?
Does it fill you heart with glee?
Or is it just the look on my face,
to watch as my bosom heaves at every chuckle?
My head falling back showing my neck
and in that instance your mind and body debate.
What draws you to me, what lures you?
I pray my looks do not overpower my loudity,
Allow it not deceive you,
Hear me and fall in love with me
not my voice alone but the content of me, let
them touch you so whether in lust or in love
should you ever walk away you leave with
me in my verse- Here I will stay forever
perhaps not in your heart but alive in your head…
Walking in her pretty heels,
Surety in her stride,
unseen pressure points
and pain hidden that
only translate to varicose veins
Life, one big test- a parlay
To the party, initiated at first breath
Trials giving way to testimony, leading
to testament at death.
Her unfolding story is mine
of boulders crashing down
tempests unresting versus the calm
spectator and actor amidst the rise and falls
A tumultuous mind, groaning existence
Stings ease with each silent scream
Suicide- won’t welcome the hand that
suddenly ends the huddles, the runs,
crashes and burns, the rumps, the bumps
and turns- Puddles of mud laying in front,
…So tired of the jump
Her life- a misty mirror with its many cracks
Tears mapping her yesterday
and in that same distance, trails of
“honey-coated” memories- strengthening
here and tomorrow, .
Brighter days just up ahead,
Rays soon to pierce through the gloom-
in hope she spurs on
heart focused on a multicolored dawn
Calm waters, sweet sea breeze, blue skies
wind and sea bird cries
the taste of salt, the feel of sand grains
marking her almost naked skin – “a daydream”
In reality, life’s current rages on,
She’s super girl- “S” on her chest,
taking on the world with music in her steps
In her pretty heels, walking life’s yellow brick road,
They still sting yet her expressions will never show.
Really, every woman is an example to me, because as women we go through so much pain. We have to live this perfect life when we are messed up inside. We all go through trials and tribulations.
Mary J. Blige
Arms weigh upon an innocent chest Hands no bigger than my vexing fist I vex for wasted innocence Children of War, to violence Tabula rasa exposed Morbid scenes causing mental overloadMonster turned by circumstance Not far long a living seed Raped prematurely of compassion, No feeling- Not for breasts from which weaned less for tears and mercy cries of a strangerCold eyes, such beautiful eyes turned cold Cold heart, what promise once held now frozen Cold soul... Who will drag them in from the cold? Who will LOVE and redeem them?Yet with opened eyes and souls restored The weights upon them - heavier than the gun! Once violent hearts now grasping "Truth" of their wasted innocence and futile youth Puppets for political gain Urchin's past- A tale of pain Scarred forever with unbearable shame Damned be the Elders, the ones to blame.
“But if you cause one of these little ones who trusts in me to fall into sin, it would be better for you to be thrown into the sea with a large millstone hung around your neck.”-Mark 9:42
First cry to shut eye
At play, “Connecting the dots”
Beginning to end
Fitting pieces as we go
Breathing, in “Jigsaws”
A “Mortal Kombat”
With no flawless victories
…then we fade to dust
Its about “PUZZLES” @dVersepoets 🙂 … Hope this piece isn’t too puzzling 😉
Stop the earth from quaking
My vision shaking
Heavy breaths I’m taking
As in an orgasm faking
No I’m not in labor
Only in need of a savior
O my seat be still!
Please save me from the maddening thrill!
Ex… Aww shh…!
Now I’ve got goo on my shoe
Sorry I barfed all over you
Still swooning through and through
My body considering a part two
Eyes shut tight
Fits of laughter …that’s me screaming
Locked in my vision of night
Praying for the world to quit spinning
My blood feverishly seething
Fun drawing to an end and I seek a go at it again
So Panic, …did I pretend?
Atmosphere, that’s what its all about tonight at the dVerse bar. I hoped to draw the reader into a world of excitement with this piece… Did it work?! 😉
Life without love is insanity!
Go to a prostitute and FEEL something,
In your bed, cradle her faded affection.
Come morning – A life without love,
Sinful and Immoral….
I got my material from a book called “POX” written by Deborah Hayden. In the chosen Chapter and Paragraph, she takes a look a the life of Vincent van Gogh– quoting him on matters of the heart amongst other things.
Today’s dVersePoets’ prompt has us rearranging texts from any literary source into a poetic form – Dadaist Poetry.
Feel free to join in! 🙂
I and the Land of the rising sun, for where lies our connection? Simple me, Nigerian born- Daughter to the dark continent- From the Kukuruku hills- Descendant of a sovereign's son
I am "King" in this kingdom speak my name and interpret- this inheritance one day for marriage I'll forfeit Last name will be gone, set sail like the many ships from Otaru's shores
Yes I am also she, in the Land of the rising Sun, "River running through the sandy beaches", Sweet sea breeze- Waters filled with God's creatures Land centuries old, growing population, Economy booming from water import-exportation
In the Land of the rising Sun. Home to the known cherry blossom, Immovable I sit within Hokkaido's bosom
So I and the Land of the rising sun... Where lies our connection? Only a matter of English- I am "King" and still "River running through the sandy Beaches"- To Asia's East- time and space, To Africa's West- title graced I am Lord, I am Earth and Sky I am "OTARU"
Its happening at the dVerse ˜ Poets pub: Its all about Asia tonight! You’re more than welcome to join in the fun!
Thanks Kevin for the Challenge! 🙂
- Dr. Pius Otaru Salami Lauds The Efforts Of FG And ETF Over The Future Of Polytechnic Education (spyghana.com)
- Otaru, Hokkaido (timetravelgo.wordpress.com)
- Diary: I Want Japan (lucilx.wordpress.com)
(Picture culled from Google.com) Non-mythical creature that hunts its prey most times the midnight hour Lures it home for a nightcap and somewhere in between will say "excuse me while I take a shower"Time passes and by virtue of alcoholic venom his prey relaxes, Defense mechanism deactivated - Here is where his chance is!His deep stare, paralyzing, undressing his victim before his hands do Having his wicked way, by morning through - his victim turned to stone rests as another trophy on his mental mantle.
Consider I not the sweet but sour my teeth do gnash this late night hour Sorrow makes the news... a constant reality as Love gains distance from humanity A crimson generation we've become No fire works, we prefer guns and exploding bombs And to what end is all the killing- what creed? lives-limbs lost, fulfilling what need?! She could have been our mother, They could have been your kin ... They were! They are! I am! We are! So whats with all the blood spilling? ...O Love be our volition to find! That this generation may regain its title- "Man-KIND"
This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is KINDNESS- Dalai Lama
Glasses clank and voices raise,
Whilst in ‘spirit
Jubilant souls to Bacchus praise.
Earlier scene of sober gathering,
Bodies now lay intoxicated,
Slain by California Kings.