Artificial worn ghostless gravy men
mound the womb.
Modems boiling
in the feckless vex.
E-licktron eyes pistil again –
Indian man winks
at the wandering pollen.
Lungs utter illiterate.
Shadoh engineering breath,
Trollop messiahs
station in podium stage.
Follow darpent teeision.
Churning over vocoder
canoodle the circles
and hear the Martian spur.
Juveniles inhale beds dandruff.
Velcro sky expectancy
for one mighty cat chattering me,
seductive yummy swelters,
I apologies if my blame
easily sparks intenow.
The mysterious out fell
beyond pensive he’s
and rainbow bathome.
There’s she like digits
that steal sericulture
from the avenue mystic wanted piss.
Have I mention yet
how long kisses bend
while staircases
drink what tried burial like god arms?
Goon’s reflecting of this powerfully Jebediah turpitude.
Seagulls break illut
erase the circuit have sex sorry.
Cliché pounds my meds
I urn portion
of a price,
be careful – between you and…hmmm
there’s speculation
over you being a confetti conspiracy.
Nonsense I’ll leave that to poetic-droids.
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Of course, “Velcro skies” caught my eye. Excellent work, funny guy! It’s good to hear the synergism is working in the neologistic fashion! Cheers
Thank you my anonymous friend.
Velcro skies are the new neologism creative synergy. Our eyes can also be made of velcro. It’s just a matter of when.
Trollop Messiahs 😀 Relentless 🙂
Thank you Daisy.
My mind was in high gear when I wrote all this. My imagination was breaking me through the infinite waves of gravity. 🙂
“Have I mention yet
how long kisses bend”
Wow! I got such a lovely visual off of this one! Well, the whole thing really, but I love the image of a kiss that bends and reminds me of something SO cool you need to watch, if I can find it. It is two dancers who dance the entire time liplocked! Up, down, on the ground, rolling over and around each other…mesmerizing. 🙂 Excellent poem, C!
Thank you Emily.
What is the video called? I’ll look it up.
My creativity is zooming all over the place and I’m not afraid to take my readers to a whole new world of endless & bizarre possibilities. I like to make people think and really wonder about humanity and where we come from.
I can’t remember the name, I was looking. 🙂 I’ll keep trying, though! And yes, yes you do! As do I! I think we make a good poetic balance. And challenge each other in good ways. Feel free to challenge that. 😉
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving. ~ Albert Einstein
I love that quote. And immediately, I thought of Queen’s song Bicycle Race. Of course. 😉 That’s my mind for you. Pretty f’ing classic video too:
I’ve always loved Queen and till’ this day I still love Queen. Classic Song I just heard it yesterday and now I’m listening to it now.
Do you like ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ song?
Yes, that’s a great one! Hey, I just had a request to sing Bohemian Rhapsody on my harmonium recently. I accepted the challenge. Check it out: https://poetgirlem.wordpress.com/2016/04/26/bohemian-rhapsody/
You have a great voice and yes, a challenge of Queens ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’, you did so good and wow! How long have you been playing Harmonica for? You’re really good and talented. 🙂
I started teaching myself the traditional Indian kirtan music on my harmonium several months ago. I’m already a trained classical and jazz piano player, but wanted a new challenge. And in my Yoga certification, we had kirtan music every night and I fell in love with the harmonium, so I ordered one from India. But, have since discovered it lends itself well to more modern music. You can see a few more here: https://poetgirlem.wordpress.com/category/harmonium-songs/
You’re probably the first I know who plays the harmonium. Did you take any music classes? Or are you a self-taught musician?
I will check out the covers you did. 🙂
Nada Charlie!! I feel stupid. Mind blown
Mind blown I’ll accept. Don’t feel that way. I’m just an alien who communicates in a different kind of way with humans. My creativity has blessed me with this gift of bizarre knowledge.
Your poetry is nirvanna for the senses
He who walks in the eightfold noble path with unswerving determination is sure to reach Nirvana. ~Buddha
He who gives away shall have real gain. He who subdues himself shall be free; he shall cease to be a slave of passions. The righteous man casts off evil, and by rooting out lust, bitterness, and illusion do we reach Nirvana. ~ Buddha
Wandering pollen / confetti conspiracy – you draw out WORLDS within your WORDS my brother. I love this. And wasn’t expecting it so soon on the heals of your last opus, but it’s equal in brevity and insight. You are the tieraforma of your genre and most exciting of all, nobody BUT YOU has created this Space-Poetry genre – how many people can say they created a genre? NONE! Only you! This is one of tons of reasons I’m sooo proud of you Asmov.
In my subconscious there are many, many portals and dimensions that are open to me.
I travel through them and end up in completely different worlds or otherworldly places that I could never have imagined so.
I thrive on creating my own genres always have and always will be. I can stay in one place I must be diverse.
Thank you so much sis. 🙂 You are awesome!
The featheredsleep is correect. You are a poetic Asimov. Brilliant work.
Thank you so much.
It means a lot to me that you take your time and read my work. You are a good friend. 🙂
NP. You gave us a new and sometime prophetic look at the world of writing and our existence.
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. ~ Albert Camus
When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses. ~ John F. Kennedy
Beautiful quotes.
Thanks. The second quote when I found it. I was surprised JFK said this. I loved his quote and I was blown away. 🙂
Me too.
The mighty cat imagery brought back memories of the Cheshire cat, that mysterious character that is neither good nor bad.
Great one Charlie!
❤ Love to you!
Dajena
Thank you Dajena.
Strange things we’re occurring in my head when I wrote this. I had to tap into something otherworldly.
🙂
“And how do you know that you’re mad? “To begin with,” said the Cat, “a dog’s not mad. You grant that?” I suppose so, said Alice. “Well then,” the Cat went on, “you see a dog growls when it’s angry, and wags it’s tail when it’s pleased. Now I growl when I’m pleased, and wag my tail when I’m angry. Therefore I’m mad.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass
Aha! I did sense it right then 😀
You are a gifted writer for sure my dear friend.
May your smiles never stop!
Dajena 🙂
🙂 🙂 All smiles bring peace to this world. 🙂
🙂 Hugs!
Modem’s Boiling VEX I can take that one right now dear Charlie :)… got here.. 🙂 with a small wait..
Hope you have a great day my friend and thank you for your most welcome comment xx
Thank you Sue. 🙂
I’m so glad and happy you enjoyed this poem of mine. I always get strange imagination and worlds calling me to write this poetic messages. 🙂
Creativity is power. 🙂
We keep going with our creative flow Charlie.. 🙂 Happy Weekend to you
made me smile
How beautiful
“Steam my modem”
“Chattering man said”
: )
Thank you Isolated girl. 🙂
My mind and imagination run so wild I can’t control the imagery that comes to me at the most unexpected times. 🙂
I’m currently following your page by the way. 🙂
Thank you so much Charlie
Sweet nyt ahead : )
🙂 🙂 You welcome.
goddam, man. you shine.
Thank you Jason.
Had to create something out of the box and mess with the reader’s imagination. 🙂
Like you always do. Keep it up.
Your unique imagery beats on…
Like a sick drumstick
Pounding rhythms
For no one
But me
Sweet
Poet.
Thank you Resa.
The drum beats flow
and the rhythms inspire humanity. 🙂
been trying to cut off my arms for years
jealous of the nose they are
ever reaching for things not meant to be held
wanting to know how to feel scent capture true
portal window straw to gold
an algorithm filled miller’s daughter
must have been ovulating too
stags and hares
all standing two legs
better to view
the wield of a knife
by a human’s feet
cutting a hole
in the back seat
because the poem
won’t stop and I
got to take a piss
——————————
loved it poet … good places it took me …
and the cat
now that was
Schrödinger’s
wasn’t it …?
No its wasn’t a Erwin Schrödinger experiment.
I guess my mind and imagination just happen by accident. There’s a lot of noodles absorbing my brain and cells. 🙂
Holy! wow!!! I really like what you wrote here and said. Very creative and man, you are a good writer.
Here’s one for ya!
Ovulating back
A daughter’s portal hares
Arms must know to I –
human’s reaching stage piss
and trying years to stop a hole how window.
View jealous
as a scented cut.
Ever wield a poem Algorithm?
By the time you get from
straw feet
to Newtons wisdom tell him I said hi.
🙂
Nice to see you, & hear from you, Charlie. Your Sis has you nailed, Space Poetry genre–like my cinemagenic poetry form. I dub you “Flarfenstein the First”. The heroin scabbed milktoast clit-flickers in Hollywood are kicking around my screenplay/treatment. I am prepped to slide my Id into a white blaze of shadow bread bites, while the cha-cha-changes descend upon me like syphallic harpies with their dick cheese on fire. You stoked me with /fleckless vex/ & trollop messiahs/ &rainbow
bathomes/ &powerfully Jedediah turpitudes/.
Thank you Glenn.
It’s nice to see you again on my blog. Long time. You send your screenplay to Hollywood? How that going?
In my cha-cha-changes
My slide like id turned
clit-flickers around Hollywood scabbed.
Fire bread dick;
Prepped harpies heroin upon milktoast.
I wait while screenplay/treatment.
The blaze bites shadow descend.
The cheese syphallic Kicking
We are teaching in the what-zone.
I’m so happy and glad you liked those lines. Lots of imagery to consume and take in. 🙂
I was taken by “Lungs utter illiterate.” I can hear the sounds, the convulsions, the stillborn ideas… trying to burst out of a mouth with unclear words. Magnificent!
Thank you Magaly.
You’ve understood that line so well. And I’m happy that you enjoy this poem so much. You painted a clear picture of everything that’s happening. 🙂
Phillip K. Dick meets… um… I don’t think poetry ever had anyone to compare. Well, maybe Charles Lutwidge Dodgson… and perhaps Cummings. Enjoyed the trip!
Thank you Charley.
Do you feel that William Gibson is like a poet? Even though his stories are prose poetic?
I’m so glad you enjoyed this poem. They’ll be many more to come and I’m currently following your page. 🙂
Yes, in some ways. Thank you! I’ll try not to disappoint you.
Hi! Charley. Say, I commented on 2 or 3 of your poems. Did you read them?
I hope they went through.
Yes. I’m sorry. Out of town. This is the first time my wife and father-in-law are facing a wedding anniversary without Mom. She passed in February. I’ll be back online in a bit.
oh my…I’m so sorry for mom. My condolences to you and the whole family. 😦
Have I mention yet
how long kisses bend
while staircases
drink what tried burial like god arms?
Beautifully written 🙂
Thank you Sanaa.
The creative flows in my veins help create something of the unknown. 🙂
A poetic droids would be terrifying ~ I prefer the chattering of juveniles and winking at the wandering pollen ~ Creatively crazy Charlie ~
Thank you Grace.
The future of poets would turn to poetic-droids. I see this happening in the year 2084. Believe me it will happen. And it would happen in a different kind of device or humanoid.
Love “velcro skies,” especially.
Thank you my friend. 🙂
Glad you enjoy the imagery in this and the Velcro skies theme. 🙂
Have I mention yet
how long kisses bend
Made me think a bit extra… splendid flow as usual
Thank you Bjorn.
What I was picturing we’re to couples kissing in a 3rd dimensional virtual world. And suddenly, the virtual world bends while their kissing and everything sucks to another dimensional reality.
There’s she like digits
that steal sericulture
from the avenue mystic wanted piss.
while staircases
drink what tried burial like god arms?
there are old gods, here; all dizziness and depleted magicks. Love. Love. Love.
Thank you my friend. 🙂
I’m glad you enjoyed these lines and its imagery behind them.
Yes, old gods depleting and the magick suspended in our dizziness of reality. 🙂
It’s like synesthesia – almost tasting the words and semi-lucid weirdness. Second helpings each time….yum. Thanks as always sir!
Thank you my friend.
Words challenge the taste of other human curiosity. As always step in the my world of craziness and other worldly beings. 🙂
Don’t forget to read ‘Pirate Purple Anus’ poem. I posted it on Monday. I think you’ll be laughing by it. Have a read. 🙂
Hahaha – loved it….smoothly batshit crazy stuff…I’m looking forward to whenever we get a chance to spitball something jointly my man, lol.
You bet my friend. I’ll let you know. 🙂
I like how “long kisses bend”…something very sensual about that and these lines: “be careful – between you and…hmmm/there’s speculation/over you being a confetti conspiracy.”
Thanks for adding your link in the comments where I found it tonight. 🙂
Gayle ~
Very touching poetry Charlie..
Fascinating one
Very nice.
“E-licktron eyes pistil again –
Indian man winks
at the wandering pollen.” sounds like a plot for an off-beat sci-if if you add in the stanza about the martian 🙂
hahaha!!! Great observation.
My mind was all over the place when I wrote this poem. I was thinking of my own sci-fi but on acid. 🙂
wow you managed to create a visual in my head, well done x
Thank you. 🙂
I’m a visualist in a since that I want you to trip out and feel happy about it. 🙂