Gord

2024-10-28 11:23 pm

Maroon, like red in the sea, 
Darkness: blue and green.

Hardest to reach,
Harder to please,
Wanton to breathe. 
I feel like water through beans,
Merely used, to clean.

Maroon, red in the sea,
Water is actually all I see.

Refuse to leave,
Refuse to see,
Refuse to kneel.

Amateur poet, do you hear me,
What languages do you speak?

Gord

2024-08-22 09:11 pm

Tastes of bitterness, Yellow.
Tempered sweetness, Yellow,
Bleeding colors would shroud it,
Keep them in jars in my bedroom.

Beyond every turn, gentle dreamers,
Be not astounded, my equal,
Yellow inspires better people.

But who inspires me? Fourth?
Weapons, either people or god.

How long does this rope reach?
Pull my long leash, teach me of art.

Pleasure seekers, teach me of bars,
Present evils, second reasons to want.

Granola and oats, less to the fawn.
Helpless creature, apparent reason,
Lemon squeezers reached the top. 
In each hand they grab your heart,
Tastes of bitterness, Yellow,
Tempered sweetness, Yellow,
Bleeding yellow, they squeeze every drop,
Bottle you up, put yellow in a jar.

Gord

2024-08-04 09:27 pm

Like the sun heats sand,
Marrow, lemon, butter.
Yellow begets yellow.

You can get by, off nomenclatures,
You can get off of your oral favours,
High horse and compare your god.

Yellow teeth, shallow gums, fallow claws,
Yellow is the sun that follows you home,
Yellow is Chicago, Toronto and New York.
Kill fellow flowers to see if he loves you,
A selfish color that swallows you whole.

Reach the threshold for silence, clap.
It takes not much for violence to start.
Although, you know that.

So, like the sun meets the sand, 
Grassland or temperant meadow.
Yellow begets yellow, 
Green, brown and red.

You can get by, off those things you said,
Oral favours or fine works of art you posess.

I see the yellow for what it is.

Gord

2022-04-23 12:43 pm

Atlas reaches, Earth teeters,
Who cares who stares beneath.
Apples, peaches, pears, kiwis:
Tree, what are seed to thee?
Tree, what are seeds to be?
Blue, what does it mean, to be Green?
Views beyond what one has seen.
Speed, a pace, to place them at the peak,
Then recede, what decides its meaning?
Perhaps at the roots, the soil is gleaning,
But at the root, a house teeters,
Tepid falling upon the cedar greens,
Of course, Of no fault to me, I feel.
Accepted outcomes of little dreams,
Confused with death, drift out to sea.

miherseed

2021-04-27 11:03 am

the santan dew crawls      out of the stalk
if you break it apart                    from the bush
suddenly it burns                           brighter than dust

small grand doors                            tiptoed to kiss their frames

held by hinges,                                        but try to reach north

alas, their fates                                         are back and forth

there’s a somnolence                            to homes that are not yours

holed with metaphors                             you never explored to tell

your throat is for similes                      or possibly something else

i wonder                                          if wells hear wishes
or if they are mere echoes       of aired fulfillment
perhaps that’s why              the well water 
only gets to             see the sky

even if i bury my fingers beneath the soil, i am no root. 
even when i draw lines on the sand, i make no shore.

Igor Goldkind

2021-02-12 12:44 am

LIVING WITH UNCERTAINTY

What if we thought of this uncertainty
as Jews consider our Sabbath—

As a sacred space in time?
Stop traveling.
Stop buying and selling.
Stop working.
Give up trying to make the world better than it is.

Instead, sing. Dance. Pray.
Write songs and recite poetry.
Paint the pictures from your eyes.
Walk amongst the leaves and the stars.
Touch only those to whom you have committed your life.

Sit down.
And when your mind and body have become still,
Reach out with your heart.
Know that we are connected in ways that are both terrifying and beautiful.
No one can deny that now.

Do not reach out with your hands.
Reach out with your heart.
Reach out with your words.
Reach out with all the curled tendrils
Of compassion that connect us invisibly,

To where we cannot touch each other.

R B Lane

2021-02-06 08:28 pm

I hear your voice upon the wind. 
It calls me, to come to you
I follow the sound unable to resist like a Siren call to sailors at sea.
Your eyes meet mine. 
The eyes of a lioness who wishes to devour me
You pounce upon me and bring me to the ground onto your bed of lilac and lavender
I am helpless in your jaws about my neck.
Your fangs pierce deep into my flesh.
Your jaws crush my last resistance.
Your golden flaxlike mane falls upon me like waves of soft sea mist
In my mouth and in my eyes, I look through the golden net which binds me
Your lips find mine. 
Your tongue darts into my mouth and upon my face with the kisses of my submission.
Your kisses go down my chest with your golden hair softly following behind.
Your kisses rise back to my face with your hair all about me forming the net of my capture.
Two breasts land upon my body like twin fawns playing in a meadow.
They move and glide up and down my body.
I reach to grab them, so smooth and soft
You are upon me now and our bodies move like the sway of the trees in the wind.
I am in you.
You have devoured me.
There is no more me, only you my Calypso.

Gord

2021-01-21 10:16 am

Of stem and leaf,
Love fed at ease,
Of ends and meet,
Of fair and sweet,
When we speak of things
We speak so freely,
Of flesh and teeth.

Shanty after shanty,
See the men at sea,
See the heights they reach,
Lows so permanent and deep.

Well, that's sweet, 
Yes, that means, 
Go ahead and feel,
Just know, there is no you and me.

Gord

2020-11-06 12:40 am

A Fool, wreath of barbs,
Writing of films' stars,
Barns, and what lies beyond;
Tools for reaching disembarkments, 
A cool way to clean her clock,
A gun, put into a mouth,
Entire crowd in shock;
His cigar takes tocks,
Ticks boxes and lives onward.

He rewrites his ducks: swans,
Cooks his brownies blonde,
Looks at his frowning fawn,
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,
Like drowning frogs,
A fearless John.

When he writes of life,
It's to a howling mob, 
Sexy songs, luck gaunt,
One of us, One of us, One of us,
Eteonicus lives, reeds or not.

Innasense

2020-09-13 09:15 pm

Poetry Satirized

What is this thing they call poetry? 
It’s mostly “pretty words” you see 

Ok, maybe there’s a bit more to it... 
I’ll see if I can walk ya through it. 

We rap similes and metaphors, 
Figurative language whores 

Plays on words 
And turns of phrase
Emotional squalor 
And issues for days 

Lovers lost 
And sadness deep 
Words that when trapped 
Keep us from sleep 

“Racing to the finish” 
Or dragging our feet 
And not to compete 
or attempt to defeat 
But simply
To complicatedly complete 

Alleviate or desecrate
All depends upon the date
Or what kind of day we had 
Pissed off, celebratory, sad
Or in poetic terminology, 
Raging, blessed, melancholy 

We personify and mystify 
“Let them see it through our eyes” 

We rhyme and reason 
Or sometimes we don’t 
It’s not that we can’t 
It’s more likely we won’t 

Abstract or concrete 
Or both all at once 
Painting deeeeeep pictures...

But sometimes only of confusion 
Poetic delusions 😉
Words made in illusions 
Or maybe allusions?
No wonder we can’t always reach a conclusion...

So “pretty words” 
though they may often be, 
There is a bit more to this thing...

Poetry.

Steven Delvin

2020-08-10 12:32 pm

Rejoice O' Dear Pilgrim's
Steven Delvin Mututo Muturi

Rejoice! Rejoice!
My heart sings.
It's proud,quite a revolt,
Overwhelmed by high spirits.
Best better made choice's_
So proud of this feeling-
As not one can default_
Of all it truly seeks.
Fighting the wars,
merely won on the past_
previous Escapade's,
On the truces of truth.
Stands firm and tall,
Relatively all along.
A positive mentalist,
A determined mindset,
A humble individual_
Highly dedicated
And fully determined
Having negativism eradicated.
Despite how it all looks,
Sophistically complicated
I have all my wills,
Precious bills to be initiated.
A focused soul.
Doing the best to shake off,
All the shackles of darkness
Profuse dark need's_
No Hope mentality,
Out of our every human borne
Off the transgress,
Of life's worst enemy's,
That kill's hopes in life.
On very self individuals,
I try to wipe it all out
Erasing all its crooked details_
Engraved wildly on many
A blurred people's life.
The negatively emotional
Wrath stained life's invoice
Much a strain to many.
Just dearly,do hear my voice.
As in your personalised mails,
I will send some by the rails
Tagging along recorded clips_
Mine own recorded voice
Blended with messages of hope
The best percussionist's theme
With a perfect rhyming scheme
With a Hope streams beat sets
A perfect blend rhythm.
Rejoice!
Oo' ye' Brethren.
Son's and Daughter's,
Of the very Most High.
Let out your faint sigh's,
Relax your panting,
The gulping gasps,
And rest all your worries-
Along the wicked fears,
To the reign of the supreme
On the kingdom of the Most High,
Our Holy God.
Lay off,Yours all earthly burdens
And soar again-
As a new soul,
A new being_
Divinely borne
Blended in Holiness's.
Cast out your eyes
And settle them over,
The glittering sigh post_
With glittery letters of Gold,
That's so clear on sight.
A message of Hope,
To us all-
So loosen your grips_
And firm holds off the ropes,
That tags,drags along
The petty dark burdens
Of our own pretty pasts.
Embark on a Divine journey-
The very new noble course,
And progress with pilgrimage_
An affirmative programme,
Cruising mast vast mileages
Crossing many boundaries,
Past many a villages,
Across the horizons,
Preaching the Gospel.
Touching along lives.
New hopes,new things
Great achievements
And magnificent endeavors,
To people's you truly spell_
For a new life-
All can spell,
Walking in new Grace's
New righteous traces,
To the very far end..

Gord

2020-07-09 03:52 am

Tomorrow trailing, no erasers,
Maybe no stress can reach relief,
Papers, their lies and keys,
Power is in just eyes to see;
One hand hold, one hand to reach,
Narrow is escape, is this fate,
Or feeling?

Do arrows fly away, misguided,
Awry in their aerial affairs,
Fore bearer blameless in errand;
For barrels makeshift of nothing,
What is the price of a country?

Gord

2020-06-18 02:23 am

I wrote the list upon my hand, because I was wont to forget. Memory was always a weakness, since birth I assume. I had since then learnt to cope. Would it rain? I wasn't sure, but I would be ready if it did. 

"Ready to go?" I heard a voice. I nodded, we were probably already late.

It was dark outside, raining. The blacktop shimmered with the small bit of dwindling light that escaped through the clouds. The day was early but the day already felt long, characteristic of the gloomy weather. I opened the door, however, to sunlight beaming in my front door. 

"Great! Looks like it cleared up outside!" but all I could hear was the ocean. The noise of waves tossing themselves on the shore was overwhelming, their loudness filling the air.

"Are you alright?" I snapped back into reality. I assured myself I was fine, just lost in thought as usual. I tried to make myself more comfortable by focusing on the inviting weather, although I was visibly nervous. I felt like something bad was going to happen. 

My foot stepped to the concrete, bending the leather of my shoes and causing them to crease. We walk beside one another in a peaceful silence toward the bus stop, eyes trained on the puddles of the sidewalk. My foot lifted for another step and as it comes back down to reach the water, I felt a wind rush past. I looked up, and I found myself all alone.

Once again, I felt the rain upon my face.

Gord

2020-06-11 05:50 am

The bar too low,
A life in limbo.
Civil man elicit,
Dance too rigid.
Cancer, victim, 
Lance too frigid.

Is life another rhyme?
Saved for another time,
or just a bunch of lies?

Head and shoulders,
Knees and hipbones.
But does god see soles,
Planted into the beach?
How does god see souls,
Managed funds and stealing?
While reaching into homes, to take his piece?
A plastic man, made for shelves,
Laughs filling his fantastic needs. 

Gord

2018-09-11 01:30 pm

Pour courvoisier, coke, smoke weed.
For core voices toking loke green:
Cork d’or choice, spoke woke meaning,
Joke broke gleaming,
Boast goat dreaming,
Invoke oak healing,
Poke coded readings, or cook mud.
Saying I wouldn’t eat if off the bud,
Gimme a fucking break, dawg you would.
So form apostrophes, hoax followers,
Dominate dossiers bespoke by leads.
Chorus needy, broadway job, police:
Honest lobbyist leaps, not,
Calling policy preacher law,
Homely Claudius fears god,
Homer justice, and beating his chest raw.
Former lover, for I see you as bourgeois,
Fleecing people of their heart and minds,
Champion blind, one eye is all but lost, 
Camping, body weak of fighting for causes,
In causeways, his cautious mind pines,
Cheesing through life, eating off rind,
Leave, dodge, dive,
Breed, scoff, lie,
Edict goes like:
What is life? Four courses, hope, feeling?
Of course there’s more, but more redeeming?
He simply says: I’ve not found thy.

Gord

2017-12-22 08:16 am

Poems raging, lacking pace.
Rhyme displaced, slave poetic,
Mimes a mate; Ascetic eighth.

He contemplates,
Turmoil ashen like a lake,
Dry, passion like a brace,
Ally, fraction of a base,
Like traction in a maze,
Honest.

Falls on his face,
Spoiled rotten like a cake,
Miser, action of a fetes,
Wiser, lies of his teeth,
Master of feelings, queens,
Preachers and lease themes.

The forums elated,
Rhyme chorus to cup,
Slated liars,
Foreword comments,
Style stolen from bucks.

Foreign orphans portioned a trench,
Sowing poems owned forming trends,
Lies chorus, verse honest, 
Hurt's doughnut and curse harmless.

Gord

2017-09-20 04:07 pm

So sits a homely giant,
Face sagged into manic,
Stone eyelids and mask,
Seeing the world as past,
He undoes his passing;
Leaving literal caves,
Only breaching a cage,
Mitigating his laugh,
He upstages his own fate,
Teaching pupils who stay afraid,
Egg on his dress,
Stag of the forest,
Unwashed, unclean.

Walls silver and platinum,
A giant horse still gaits,
Walks circles then defecates,
Sleeping soundly until dawn;
Enemies however struck down,
Their laughter an afterthought,
Justly he can run far, fast,
Never figuring in absence,
Filling him with maxims silly,
Father pays the bills,
He lives simply.
Simply living a masquerade,
To hide a face so pimply.

Mary Steffen

2016-06-10 12:00 am

Going on and on
Reach for stars
Reaching for future