Poof Poems

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My Contingency Measure In Case Of…armageddon

My Contingency Measure In Case Of…armageddon ode

My Contingency Measure in case of…Armageddon Aisle putt ta ma head but tween these skinny legs and kiss thine braying ass good-bye asper ma person, thine gluteus maximus a boot the size of a hand held palm pilot cell phone,

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No Roof For Reindeer

No Roof For Reindeer elegy

Page 1. the celebrated sailing frog from Montgomery County went a court’n, or so the tale iz toad to a grand ole mansion built around 1910, and e’en ‘pon being razed ~2012 ah no dummy sea worthiness still plainly showed,

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I Still Trust You, I Do…

I Still Trust You, I Do... long poem

Fizzle I feel, is this for real? Could it be a little weird, hope it will soon be cleared. Not sure if you feel the same, don’t know who to blame, is it you or me good at playing palpable

Whirl, Seek And Discover

Whirl, Seek And Discover short poem

Matter and spirit Noisy and quiet A timeless circle Magnificent miracle Of life and death Poverty and wealth A world designed Just to remind You to live in harmony A peaceful ceremony A fruit from a tree With a seed

Illusions And Realization

Illusions And Realization prose poem

Why don’t I find the things around me The way I wish Why don’t I feel the things around me The way I wish And why don’t I dream the dreams The way I wish Because my imagination accepts the

Orbs

Orbs short poem

Multi-colored Orbs before my eyes… what’s going on here, are my eyes just playing tricks on me…well I rub my eyes but they do not disappear I wonder if it’s spirits in despair or the guardians of mine trying to

Cain’s Victims

Cains Victims long poem

The last glimpse of Amber and burgundy, After the bombing and the raid, As his flesh is kissed and licked away By pincers of roiling flame. His eyes finally flutter to a close, As he finally succumbs to his immortal

Once In Life

Once In Life prose poem

At least once in life do make a wish; not necessarily for returns, but for others an act of compassion; an offering.. more often it’ll be a reason to live life unconditionally… At least once in life do make an

Word Place

Word Place short poem

Polite and loving words prevail peace, love and affection avail; where truth is in everyone’s eye and nobody tells a lie; everyday everyone shows a seed makes the place beautiful indeed; thus, everyone is kind and sympathetic the place with

The Door

The Door short poem

“Open the Door”! I feel suffocated I feel hopeless My mind has become claustrophobic My eyes want light My ears want music My heart want courage My soul wants freedom! “Please”, I cried “Open the Door ” So that I

You are many

You are many short poem

when life pulls as the flood, you are a rooted plant, resisting and growing by yourself! when life tempts as the apple, you  are a curious eve, sinning and learning by yourself! when life turns into a battle, you are

When We Had Fire

When We Had Fire short poem

Here it is, a silent circle branded into earth, a pool of soft grey sodden ash amid the rosebay and the ragged robin, a remnant of the time when we had fire to burn the past, yours and mine: shoeboxes

Why….

Why.... short poem

Why do I still feel connected to someone causing pain, Why do I keep them in my life if things will never change, Why do I feel loyal to someone who doesn’t care, When I know if I need them

Bud

Bud prose poem

Forget nothing and dream of everything opening like a flower bud Turning memories into fantasy and reality but an if and why and could Smell the flowers scent and it reminds you of a woman of the wood It’s colour

Kindled Night

Kindled Night short poem

Put off the lantern. I am waiting for the moon’s primal face. The lesser flamingoes were going to shed the pink color. Nude as a python, the kiss of pomegranates, kills by asphyxiation. I suffer in the hands of protests.

Lost Meaning

Lost Meaning short poem

Who knows the future? Secrets in the palm of jesting mind. Deep dwells the forgotten past, a reminder of untold losses. A life adorned with love, kindness, loyalty, and selflessness. Questions unanswerable pecking the essence of sanity Fate says the

Moon

Moon short poem

Gleaming and shining with a mesmerizing light; peeping through my window at night, Oh playful, delightful and lucid moon, I cannot play with you, hide away soon! Disappear amidst the clouds carefree moon; Put off your glaring shine now soon,

Untrailed

Untrailed short poem

It was a wake up call invoked in the beginning of serene numbness. Under the veiled threat of a moon celebrating the kill. A path in croci; waiting becomes a torture for a saffron sundown, mercury was rising on snowy

To Her Practicing Martial Arts

To Her Practicing Martial Arts short poem

Your eyes are red Bruises are blue Your nose has bled With blood so true Your hands are calloused With sweaty smell you reek All about these I fussed As I would kiss your cheek

Serengeti Sunrise

Serengeti Sunrise short poem

In East Africa, here in the Serengeti desert with the sun as a giant orange orb,breaking the skyline, Casting prisms of light upon a monstrous oasis. From out of the midst of a thicket of brush a young lion family

In Memoriam

In Memoriam short poem

In memory of my Grand Mom who died over 30 years ago. Seeing you lying there In your eternal sleep; Lots of water has flown through since I was a child five year old Playing around the home Not knowing

Escape

Escape prose poem

It’s dark and deep Desperation dies in the lap of disappointment The muffled drum still beats I still breathe But that feeling of being alive I guess I dropped it somewhere during the struggle That august night and now it’s

Love Sonnet 91

Love Sonnet 91 sonnet poems

Our fondest memories sweeten my dreams Like buns, jellies and cakes a child adores, Like pastries, too, that know no other creams, The name remembered most and called is yours; I plan to make confection of a sort, Your smiles

My Bio-chemical Romance

My Bio chemical Romance long poem

Busiprione, klonipin, prazosin and prozac stepford wives vis a vis stimulants offering an emotional uplifting dalliance cathartic against the depredation of panic attacks melancholia and obsessive compulsive disorder bearing down hard against psychological maladies delivering a near ecstatic state of

Choices Good Or Bad

Choices Good Or Bad short poem

So here I am Sam Making choices good or bad The airhead lad Taking drugs, so sad He will never be glad, so sad Since he is hooked on drugs, too bad The life he will lead will be drab

Shikara Rider

Shikara Rider short poem

In these nights of raining moonlight I ride a shikara… I row away Looking the shores of lost days… I am moving alone through this canopy of water in which the sky poured the melted silver…, in search of the

Crazy dream

Crazy dream long poem

In a strange land, where time moves is circles they rear them everyday, everyday is the same animals, some you have seen, some unseen humans, some you know of, some you don’t with dawn they are all born, and vanish

Love

Love short poem

Frees me Binds me Eludes me Finds me Makes me glad Makes me mad Makes me good Makes me bad Entices me Enraptures me Enthrals me Captures me Makes me fly Makes me sigh Makes me laugh Makes me cry

The Pursuit Of Chastity

The Pursuit Of Chastity prose poem

Though not a right, may I seek a fading, but yet worthy pursuit? For the many whose pursuit of chastity in marriage grinds to a halt, Could it not be due in part to being pulled toward illusions of grandeur?

Rock 84001

Rock 84001 short poem

Well and some scholars say we are The genetic offspring of Rock 84001 From Mars…Well I believe we were Born out of Gods’ very own heart and Mind still they say Mars was a dying Planet and the inhabitants there

In The College Canteen

In The College Canteen short poem

Across the coffee table she sat.. coffee cups between us. I looked into her eyes… coffee brown eyes. Our eyes met, talked, lips quivered, smiled. Time melted… we lovingly imaged into each others eyes! Time stood still Images in our

Cerebral Sacrifice

Cerebral Sacrifice short poem

Maggot-like thoughts burrow, creating Casu Marzu from curds. Turning reason into food for doubts, which suckle and multiply. Impurity concealed in greyness of cells, nourished by lack of words, Spawns malicious self-possession, no exorcist could sanctify. Spiralling desperation deepens the

Wounded Flight

Wounded Flight short poem

Instead of pain sublime in body of death and bracing a hailstorm of bullets you embrace a white phosphorus to burn for whole life, as a reminder of collective suicide. Like my lost children I am collecting the words to

Closed Words

Closed Words short poem

An astonishment and a try.. A tear of smile and a happy cry! Sudden jolts and a turnback.. Smooth steps and a rough track! A hope of beginning when end arrives.. When inside the ground a seed strives! How long

Flirtin With Fire Blowin It Up !

Flirtin With Fire Blowin It Up ! long poem

flirting with fire blowin it up in the most earnest desire her perfume was led to basement blues remove those shoes bask in the news then you will se a falsified game of reality in society we got hidden games

Finished

Finished short poem

If right hand is unfit for the mouse it can be the left. The mouse is made ready for this adjustment. Both right and left fingers play well on the keyboard and the mind over the screen. Thoughts can still

When It Happens

When It Happens short poem

It starts with a smile, Makes your world freeze for a while. It gives butterflies in your stomach, Makes your dictionary void of IFs and BUTs. It converts days into night and nights into day, Makes you dream cold in

Tttd – (triple T, D)

Tttd   (triple T, D) short poem

TTTD my split personality The voice that speaks through me My co-pilot of philosophy My creative side kick That knocks the worldliness Right out of me The expression of thoughts Deep down inside of me The motivation that sets my

The Lone Star

The Lone Star prose poem

As usual, the stars, way out there in the distant sky, will probably be out tonight. If it should become cloudy and foggy, they might become hidden from sight. Otherwise, they will appear and fulfill their God given purpose, by

The Sky Cries

The Sky Cries short poem

The sky is sobbing and will not stop Drenching me with cold big drops. Dashing back indoors Dripping all over my clean floors. I shouted up to the sky “What’s wrong, why do you cry” A loud crash and burst