Poem: Tree whisperers

Whisper shhh

Shake me up

Shake me down

Whisper sister

Shape me up

Shape me down

Whisper shake

Shine me up

Shine me down 

What does it all mean!!!

Poem: Picking Puck or Finding Puck!

I hate you Puck.
You smell.

You smell great.

Don't drink it!

What has happened to you!
Stop it!

You've become the multi-faced
"Them", what about you Puck?
I liked the way, wonderful you were.

"Now, I can't smile.
Now, I can't see you.
Now I'm in Neverland
Never to feel you again!"

Repudiating my Rapunzel
Now and forever!
And waiting!

Poem: Speak droplets speak...

Crawling on my tongue
Slippery, sluggish, but there:
So so so so... Tiny!
But speaks something.

"Did I taste you?
Did I die? Inside you?"

Poem: Birds are listening...

I've seen you.
And those daring butterflies
Too. Rippling the already

Rippled water of magnified
Emoticons.

The green grace of singing
Birds. And me inside one.
Resting in their sleepers chest

Crawling towards my final
Indie-independence. The blue
Leap of listening! Awaits.

To the whizzing Erde passing
By.

"I've seen everything from
A birds eye view from the
Clouds."

A link to the poem entitled "A noise of waiting for so long..."

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What is that noise inside which is bigger than your soul, and that simply refuses to end, unless you are consumed by the noise and become the noise itself?

Poem: Why is why not?

Why is creamily filled
Knot of not and why-not.
Look around and desire
The have nots.


Breathing on a dinosaur wing.
I crawl under your wings.
Forever and forever.

Poem: 5 Small Onions and a Shark Sting

I see balls inside inside prickly
Lemony rrroundish onion.
The shark sting matches that of
Bees.

I. Wait. Or try to do so and
Solve nothing, finding 5 unending
reasons to 5 five onions in an onion ball.
Sharks in the onion scattered my brain.

Poem: The Charging Bull

Dave, why look at meeeeerrrr!
Sound of soft silence and chiseled
Blue needs to be waved. To dissolve issues.

My heavy washed hands
And salty Pause might do the trick.

The bull rushes past me
Or does it?

Poem: Fusionation

Fusion of fun
Fusion of sick
Nation dwelling on Nick.
"Wait for me at the station
But I'm foodless, rationless"

I tie my shadow on my back
And instruct it on how to say
"Hurray". And wade my way through

Disney and Walt
Rousseau or dumb people
Like everyone else. But I find one
A very small one.

Mickey Moose or mouse,
His name got lost can't find it
In the drawer anymore.

The reverberation of all
Bleak-blackened soul
Demands wait.

Cartoon make a COLLAGE
of names starting with q's and a's.

My soul is lost in a silk cloth
That never was.

[For kids] Poem: Two Turtles

Two turtles
three turtles
turning
Jumping turtles
Upside down.

Two turtles turning
Jumping turtles
Upside down

I hate turtles
But I love them
All. But I hate
Them upside down
More.

Poem: Was it okay.

Was it okay to
Call your name
Out very very very
Loud. Tucking
Your name under
My well lit blanket
Says many things

And your name smoothly
Strikes out everything.

I laugh and try to move on.
But your name stares at me
Like an awakened lie.

Poem: ...sleepy dark

One more darkened sleepy
Lie, one more smile
Waving pass me like an
Awakened soul.

Reasoning with me
Nothing which was in
The past or in the dumpster

Future.

Poem: Darkened Bow

Sincerity lost,
Drowned lens,
Two ducks,
Strolling...strutting,
Now dead.

Very wild if you ask me.
Don't ask, don't tell!
What's the use?
When darkened

Bow


Is. The sincerity.



Lost.

Poem: the rah-rain went inside

Pocket full of doses:
One broken red rose
And my dozing ant.

Heavy stormy noises
Wimp video, and colorful
Baskets.

Rain went inside
The uninvited rain went inside.

I gleefully pass the murdered chain of
Emotions. Rain has passed away. I struggle to write it in italics, but my words
Falter.

Two fall on my toes, staring at you too.

Why?

[Poem] So, finally the music called for a foul smell.

De-mystifying the cloudy net of despair,
I choked on my vomit twice,
It helped, the music helped
But it smells--smells really smelly
If you want to know.

Washed it with dry clothes.
And this ended. The smell
And the choke.

[Poem] the choke or anti choke

Ya, ya, ya ya it was all good.
I couldn't breathe.
"Hey! Did you sleep?"

Alan Kensington and blue mulberries
Both tried to work smooth on me,
But none of them worked,
None of them dared.

I was curious to make a mare
Go here and there, without anyone
To dare.

Close your eyes, a blind date
Wonderfully choking but a blind
Blinding date.

So-so-sorry, musically choked
My last notes, fluty notes.
My rap got stuck in my throat.

Washed up on this shore,
I wait for the sea-sky to
Paint away the new day.

Or I'll drown like a golden
Yellow Sun
Or better, duck.

Poem: 17 Days of Slaughter

A day 'ere and a day 'airless.

Drooping on the manliness
I went through the x perience
Wobbling, withering, wakingly
The soul of destruction that never
was.

Cut the rope of 17 days of slaughtered-
misery. Let me free, like f-bird.

Poem - The Fk

Let me earn and F'k
The breath of anger,
The deprived soul,

Another F'k and two
Butterflies killing sentiments
Along their chisel ways,

Barking, "they mad as hatters!"

Contributor: theDivingRevelDevil

Claim nothing.

To the world of today.
I asked a question, with my
Mouth, shut.

Slapped across the face
My memories, which I called
'Silence'.

I never meant to
But I had to.

Claim nothing.

Poem - "File"

File me on it.
The unchanging lies
Truth be told.
File me on it.

The flying angel who
Lies in the whirlpool
Asked me the reason
Of my being. I replied
Angrily and then smoothed
Out.
The reply, believe me, I don't
Wanna bother you with this.
Just, write my name on the file

Departmental legacy, drowned
Cornered stone, butterfly wings
And a little bit of, I'm sorry to say
"Butter on't"

Yes, smooth my name on it
You've nothing else better to do
Yes, curve the obes, trombones and vials
Let The Great Gatsby, have a name rounded
To intelligent Gatsby, who smiled

Poet:
Angled Blue *Not Angel but Angle