About CS Poems (263)

I am beyond meaning but to punctuate that you may as well be talking to my cat

if this is the last thing
I ever write, it is because of you
how could you throw love away
you were h*rny? you are mindless. soulless. worthless. and now a murderer.

This is the reason
Why you are NOT
You have no heart
You feel like a BOT !!!

This site has no one (to love)

It's their buoyancy
fluid weightless-ness
the gyre between
warm and cold currents
A next best guess
allures underside a jellyfish
Trial and error has found its place
swept curves of the harp
pull the pitch of each string
together my naivete

Pink names upon the poet's wall
individual names on a lengthening scroll
needn't need fancy a need for them all
To this they collectively speak

Mortars and pestle prepared to grind
floral nodes dropped therein
Apothecaries
unique in their own
each essence compressed
infused in the oil

Whether the bay state of Rhode Island
or from a billibong Down Under
our C/S ladies are rarities
are countless varieties of rose

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Sing unto me oh birds of the air
Such beauty is your song
and your feathers so fair

With each glance you stare
out into the horizon contemplating your cares

I try to reach and understand your concerns but, somehow the harder I try the less I know and still too much to learn.

You sit all comfy in your nest
and observing and listening to the songs of others
and selectively call unto your sisters and brothers.

The tree of life may be great
and offers many comfort while it considers thy fate

I see you flying to and fro dancing to the rhythm and flow
Some birds seem to sing louder and sweeter while others are rarely heard
or even understood so they
fly away having no place to go.

Ah but, every once in awhile there are foolish crazy birds who visit the tree of life thinking and hoping for something different
Perhaps a new song or new message that will offer something of value to soften the strife.

However, the disillusionment is still the same and over time the tree loses its fame.

Many birds may complain
Many may be just insane
yet for some it's all they have
to ease their pain.

I wonder if the angels in heaven are listening or are all the songs the birds sing are drowned by the noise of their grumblings and groanings?

One day the birds will be called accountable for their singing
They will be asked of their songs if they brought healing or strife to be considered to perch upon another tree of life.

Disinfected and Inoculated
[Poetry Foundation website, et al]

Little round scar on my upper arm
It wasn’t Carolyn Forche` who jabbed the first needle
Kudos and credits are hers all the same
for administering my first adult dose
(also thankful those; Shots for the Sniffles, Dr. Seuss and others)

Words are Deployed into ranks by capability
Deploy rather than write words in succession
Poets all too careless with the Hazmats they transport
So be reminded, straightaway in my amateurity
it’s not merely cute, but vital
to pattern novel ways, to Exposition a Thing:
e.g. twice deploy Amateurity
(injected) twice above

So rather than sprinkle ‘round the rim with phonetics
never touching the slime with precious pink hands
alternatives to rhyme require more sweat
A muse of license grasps a hypodermic and an auger
along with sponge and gauze
suction pipe
caustic bleach, mop and pail
kept just out of sight but close nearby

Stupid is the Woman,
Who thinks her man is an Angel.
Worst still is the Man,
Who thinks his woman is a Virgin !

Truth is a Treasure,
But you must never,
Tell your sweet lover,
What is gone Forever.

is this a place
for romance
or a place to talk
a place to heal
a place to complain

oh, I'm tired of writing poems today
just wondering how many are looking
or if they have someone
or don't want anyone

just curious
trying to get a feel for the place