Minister Of Self-Defense

A Minister of Self-Defense

Cruel purveyor of corrupted souls, Why is downfall so lurid?

Interpreting Brahman through such vicious prose—these are the decrepit plans of an oft frayed rage.  Depiction blurs.

THE HOURGLASS IS BROKEN. THE SENTRY’S BEEN SHOT!

A dance such as the insidious corralling of unwilling minions from the comforting confines of distends—subhuman refugees and salesmen, each the politician, taking care of tears denied.

FRACTURED SPLINTER. GLASS—A SHATTERED PANE!

Unfortunate fates seeping wayward, an origin, sleepwalking past the gates of guardians, withering from their endless dreams—unfulfilled—clenching, to a lifetime of faded frames.

THE MENTOR’S LEFT FOREVER. ALONE, TIDES EBB FAR!

Clustered beyond forgiveness, into a tightly knit yet poorly ventilated space of claim. Our imprisonment is based on passion; our companions addle words dimly etched to crypt.

BOOKS ARE MISPLACED. VINEGAR’S ONLY CHILD!

Macabre spirits spy shanties not meant for mortal eyes—

Words lose translation, as beats grow too frequent to count—

Despair is but a punctuation of the marks hate’s strewn about

FEAR HONORS NOTHING. CANDLES FORKED, WAX BENT!

If not for our own mirrors, the ones we peer into to understand, we would go unnoticed, blending in, to this, a sarcophagus otherwise revered of as the Promised Land.

A CRINGE BLEEDS MONTHLY. A VOW—an ONLY FRIEND!

Knifepoint. Finely tuned, hilt to blade. Ribbed to gleam. Jagged, sleek. Reflecting upon each tomorrow never seen.  The eyes of dawn approach while frozen knuckles creak.

OPPOSITION. INCHING TOWARD this Underbelly’s Seam…

A Minister of Self-Offense, on the defensive once again…

Well, wasn't sure I'd find the time to write a normal length piece, but this one sort of came to me, so here it is.  And I can think of no better place in the world in which to share it with, then with my friends over at D'Verse for their outstanding Open Link Night.  Stop on by and get full on some amazing poetry.

Lunes for D'Verse

Kelly Lunes *

Decimated Hearts

Hollowed by

Senseless tragedy

Broken Bayonet

Beneath skin

Sporadic greetings

Cadaver on slab

Shaking head

Younger everyday

Amassing fortune

Voiceless tongue

Lip-syncing silver

Home for arsonists

Burning up

With each season’s change

Collom Lunes**

The gray squirrel

Scurried up the dying oak

Acorn in hand

Pineapples, Cherries, Orange

Combined in a large bowl

Along with grapes

The dogs know

When someone is almost near

Enemy or friend

Candle smoke rises

Permeating vanilla throughout the air

As it flickers

God provides answers

One can pray outside church

As they should

Amateurishly painted mural

Accepted for this Thursday’s show

Displayed beside Monet

Old gnarled root

Rising from beneath the earth

Upsetting the landscape

A beautiful noise

Brings balance to chaotic days

Of silent unrest

It is rude

To turn away as one

Extends their hand

A fallacy of

Recognition, often is seen, when

Darkness covets light

·      Kelly Lunes are three line poems where each line is restricted to a 5-3-5 syllable count respectively

·      Collom Lunes are three lines poems where each line is restricted to a 3-5-3 word count respectively

Stop on over to D’verse were Sam Peralta discusses the Lune tonight.  It is the first Form-For-All of 2013, and a really fun form to play with.  I’ve offered some examples of each type here.  They are easy to think of and again, very fun.  So make sure you stop on by the pub, read Sam’s excellent article on the Lune and visit the linky, where you can read those linked up by the other poets, and also share a Lune post of your own.

The Rhythm in Sequence

I cannot determine mischief’s cause

1,2,3  you sparkled pheromones

1,4     and illustrious

1,3     prisms, glistening

1,2     bright besides

1      {Fear}

1       Is

1,2    what destroys

1,3    me, vacating

1,4    all positioning,

1,2,3  each caress deviates

1,2,4  the fragment’s dismemberment

1,2,5  haunts freely, sensitivity

1,2,4  is tortured forevermore

I thought I'd play around with Fibonacci sequencing a little bit. Whereas normal Fibonacci poems work vertically, 1, 2, 3 etc.. i thought I'd work through the sequencing per line, yet then, there is also a method mathematically to the way I've ordered the sequencing vertically as well.   I'm not going to tell though, see who can figure it out, but a clue, is that it has, in part, something to do with alternating rhythms.  The numbers are corresponding syllabic count for the respective words in each line.   And oh, there are actually two separate poems posted here, but I like the way they play off one another, therefore I thought I'd post them together. Just something a bit different.

Stop on over to D'Verse where OLN gets going later on today.  The doors open up at 3pm and the poetry is flowing freely all night long.  Stop by and read to your heart's content and while you're there, how about sharing a poem you wrote for other's to enjoy as well.  See you there. 

Tragedy (in Quatern)

Too many tragedies lately

All of them unnecessary

On the TV they seem so far

Yet so widespread persist their scars

How I wish for the calm of sea

Too many tragedies lately

Some acts of God, others man made

Life’s too short to slow dance with hate

We will not look; we close our eyes,

Pretend the news is filled with lies

Too many tragedies lately

And nowhere left for us to flee

Skies cry, bleeding the deepest reds

I cannot watch nor rest my head

The images won’t escape me

Too many tragedies lately

 Over at D'verse, Gay Cannon is hosting Form-For-All, presenting us with the Quatern.  Stop on over and read her excellent article about this form, see what the others have shared and give it a go yourself.