The Logic Fantastic

I want to pour:
release
the words onto the page, but then I remember:
teeth need to be brushed and business attended to.
Logic overcomes the situation like a python,
twisting and bulging,
divulging
nothing.

Have you checked your e-mails?
The snake increases its might.
e-mails
stare.
I glare:
to-do list waiting in the wings.

Ignoring the potentially lethal hug,
my pen is picked up.
Who cares?
A bug?

Free verse escapes, as aeroplanes of thoughts
compete for the narrow landing strip.
Suddenly, a slimy, long, muscly creature
emerges:
raises its head,
infumed.
Only, I’ve brought my Charming Clarinet
and play the pet a tune.

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I wanted to write

A moment ago,
I wanted to write

essays of the sea;
great stories of a golden quest;

the truth;
the best;

waves upon the kitchen floor;
treasures in your beating chest;

tales of way and wow and woe;
tales of passion
tales of ‘go’

all of it,
none of it,
strong or light:

a moment ago,
I wanted to write.

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Poetry

Poetry,
like inspiration from a seed,
scent
away to a heavenly place.

Heavenly words.

You smell of
fresh-cut roses.
I put you in a vase.

You envelope;
gasp
into the glass haven;
grow
as poetic branches
shudder
and
shatter
the shards.

Your vines
embellish
the kitchen counter;
awaken
the sombre stove:

a light.

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Trussed in a Daze

Mind.

fragment.

Drive

into the blue abyss,

dreamlike,

stare into her red eyes.

Rise.

Follow crimson octagonal signs.

Go.

Trace his green outline.

Chase:

blue haze meets you;

how true.

Purple temptress seduces you;

yellow light draws you

but

white

darkness

comforts you away

and you come back

anew.

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For Goodness sake

For Goodness sake

For interest sake

What does poetry look like on this site?

I hesitate

I dare to shake

You look at me

and scream

Whoo wee

Instead

I drop salt gum drops on

your head

and you sprinkle sugar

instead

Thanks

Looks like I was wrong

Should have known it all along!

Written by: Flameheart

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