Kitten's Litter

great opening! I loved this whole poem... everything clicks and pops around the images... very good job you did with this one!

-still playful- was a great read as well, it really brought out the celebration spirit and took me where I wanted to go on new years , but didn't

thanks for these, needed some good poetry to read and you delivered!

 

I swirl you in a glass,
with residue and flotsam.

My knotty fingers tap on curves,
moist, predatory lips glide over.
Impatient tongue, drought in my throat.

I slowly tilt my head to gulp and savor…

...your flat and tepid aftertaste.

 

Garrulous doll is
roused easily
by insinuations
of cunning words,
and offerings of
jewels gracing
to accentuate
the slick neck curves.

Below the lashes
sleeps domestic tigress,
with retracted claws,
and soft pillow paws.

She exhales fluff
and laughs it off.

Everything is flattering and permanent,
for now.

 

I love these two stanzas.

 

While dozing on the backseat to the sounds of…

foreign voices clawing borders,
children are born in the receding waves

…tires rustle and wipers battle…

plague looms, spills fumes upon the unarmed
and unaware of petroleum flames

…ballistic rain and huddled blood…

modern swords collide with medieval words

I am trapped behind these bastille walls. Arrived on time.

too late...

 

I'm new here, but I've read many of your poems and I have loved them all so far. When I have the time I will be more specific about what I think of each. Keep writing. I looked forward to reading many more of your poems!

 

Each morning, I pry my eyes to wake.

Force feels unnatural but I’m habitual,
every Monday compelled to rise
with a pledge,
like a prayer branding mind,
I gag on idols, symbols,
and oriental eagles.
I hail sunrise!

Slip of the tongue…
Shield up. Shut up.
March on,
towards a brighter future
of artillery blasts.

Germ culture grows legions
of the homologous stats to
fall into their proper charts.
Digested knowledge distorts
the actual facts.

Where do I fall?

 

Hey peace child, thanks for stopping by!

 

How do you balance on a beam,
blindfolded and smug.
Devil-may-care.
But I care.
Glue yourself to a location,
you know moderation prolongs life.

Dialogues end
in cliffhangers,
and I wait for the next time.
Tell me up-front
where our story goes
or when does it pause.

Don’t try to guess
what I’d like to hear.
I fell in love with truth,
I have no use
for banal slogans.

I’m not the one to curtail
wing spans.
So keep your arsenal.

Take back regret,
I wish both of us amnesia.

 

The curse expired,
abruptly,
the tables turned.

I’m favored now,
reap my luck.
I’ve grown smarter.

Silence is a blessing,
not an intimidating buffer
between the awkward.

I have been steady
in discomfort.
But now I nestle in
repose and languor,
at last.

I pulp the echoes,
wipe the scab,
cork up recall
for good.

 

Nice to see you've reached a point where "Phlegmatic" for all it's bitter undertones, can be written. I sense composure, a little resignation, and a flame fired up by newfound strength...

 

(yikes! I'm like 48 pages behind here)
Phlegmatic is highly inspirational.
shield up, shut up, march on,
right on!

 

Mean time,
bad hobbies.

Head bobbles
ungroomed
and swollen.

Postpone
dull worries
till tomorrow.

Dry fingers are
disowned for
disobeying
orders.

Gray air,
fuzzy walls
and fossils.

Sneeze,
hacking doubt.
Muse of the tabloids
with dirty stories.

The clock ticks
with sporadic pauses.
Needs a breather.

Flat on my back,
sore eyes rove
plaster surface.

Dense days,
I trudge
through heavy waters.

 

I love the quirky flow of -phlegmatic-... there seem to be odd lines in the first few stanza's that stick out in a perfect way, drawing attention. In the last two stanza’s you really pull everything together in a no nonsense fashion. I really like that last stanza, by the way. Excellent choice/combination of words, there.

 

~*LOL*~
I realize that I poke around in here in such a random fashion. This happens to be the one time I'm actually close to being on the same page.
Phlegmatic hit a deffinite chord. Always love your style too. Thanks sweety for the usual smile you give me.

 

Thankies all!
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Daffodils are a harbinger of spring.

Bad omens come from yellow flowers
and a murder of crows streaking the azure.

Margarita carried a small bouquet.

Each step on the pebbled road
echoed her dire heart.

Clutching sallow caution,
she drifted among the woolen coats
and sodden fog.

When their eyes met across the time,
she stopped half breath.
Stark gaze spilled over into silence.
He neared closer, enamored by her sheer
loneliness and fever.

She tossed ill luck,
slipped frail hand into his palm.

They walked the streets alone,
together.

(inspired by The Master & Margarita)

 

-tragic flaw- seems quite a bit different than you usual; maybe it's the third person throwing me lop-sided. It has quite a powerful depressing vibe. It seems you wanted to have a pick-me-up at the end (maybe), but the gloomy previous stanza’s seem to overshadow it. Perhaps that was your intention, though! heh… I probably would’ve done that myself… such a pessimist I am…

 

Absent mindedness,
has a pleasant buzz,
of coffee and
delayed responses.

Tardy knowledge,
requires lots of bandages
for these hurt nicks
of feeling.
It’s tough to be malleable
at once.

But it’s o.k.,
to be tenacious.
My, my, impressive,
you don’t fail, waver
or feel connection.
Drop off the sunset at my doorstep,
then leave.

Woke up, packed, brushed and ready.
What do I really matter?
Just shrug, it’s time.
O.k. Goodbye.
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Doing my usual random reading...it never matters if I've read it before or not. I think I missed this one though. Too easy to do. My bookmark won't stick to these pages. Damn I like this one alot. Too close to home. Much love and thanks.

 

~*poking 'round at random*~

Post #54 Jealousy

My vicious vapor contaminates the morning air.
Static eyes, I’ll glue them onto your skin and shadow.

Gulp down, thought out meticulous phrases,
Baked in gunpowder, set to embrace your brow.

Confrontation.

I’ll wage my silent war on evening’s river banks.
I’ll stare you down, until I’m completely satisfied.

I want answers, excuses, reasons and a signed confession
Repent yourself before my suspicions multiply
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Hit home. My favorite lines. Thanks always have a good time perusing your pages. I know I end up missing alot though. I can never seem to remember where I've left off, so I've gotten in the habit of picking random pages.

 

Heh, it's all good. Glad to see ya stop by and enjoy earlier stuff