Above the Insects Who Peel the Sirens Odor


I loathe lunula,
    my snellen sirens
alarming the ohmolick hiccup.

Peel eschaton, squeal the odor.

You perplex head;
insects sprite martyrdom –
 Melpomene above.

Kodacolor monotone – hemolymph theatric balladry…

Adults darkle
translucent tinnitus.

Proventriculus shineless belaud,
heed Cenozoic,
          and its decayed silkworm thorough.

Hyssop chides at the pun armscye –
      who so bonds with the Holobionts;
be you, a gift from Anatolia gods.



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70 thoughts on “Above the Insects Who Peel the Sirens Odor

    1. Thank you, Nat. 🙂

      I know this one came out of nowhere and your right, the readers would have to re-read this one repeatedly to know what message speaks beyond.

      I’m doing well. Keeping the mind busy with tons of writing. 🙂

    1. Thank you, Victoria.

      In recently developments of what plays into the fluid minds of the masses.
      Things like Christians inflicting fear of eschaton and what plans this all mighty has for everyone. I call BS. What divine plans does this god have for us? There’s been so much suffering through many millennia and god is nowhere to saving us or stopping all this tragedy. It just bothers me and sickens me to my stomach why the world is pleading for a superman and yet, he/or she is at the bar drinking themselves away.

      “Us” humans, we know we aren’t perfect but, we’re trying and we’re pleading to make a change within the world around us.

      My passion for my work has to be captured by a fine lens of cinema.

  1. Charlie,

    This poem is the angry letter that you left your aunt and uncle
    after they forced you to rake all the leaves in their backyard
    you told your parents that your uncle and aunt were assassins,
    conspirators, and cultists and that you refused to visit them again

      1. I screenshotted it on my phone I really enjoyed it because it’s so uniquely worded (that’s what I meant by “bizarre”) and I’ve been on WordPress for about a month now 🙂

        1. Awesome! Welcome to WordPress where a community of writers and poets come together and read each other’s work and share critique.

          You should think about tagging your works. That way you’ll get traffic and build a readership.

            1. You welcome. Also, another advice. On your ‘About me’ page. Make sure to write something on who you are and what your plans on for the future of blogging and so forth. That way bloggers stop by your page and get a sense of who you are as a writer. It also builds more readership your way.

  2. is this the language we’d hear from pre & post monastics on the nature of matter & sainthood as they gathered to count the Hive stones on Skellig Michael

    1. hahaha!!! Quite the contrary. Although, your interpretation of Skellig Michael is kind of on point. The Ancients of the hive have probably separated themselves from what was to be left of that sacred Island. Really a fascinating mystery of poetic cryptography.

    1. Thank you, R & D.

      I’m so glad that line: Cenozoic sirens made you think. There’s indeed a mystery to this poem. hmmmm??? should I spill the secrets? or just let the reader put his/or her interpretation on the line?

  3. This is amazing. I read into the bizarre societal of obsession of heavy self medicating resulting in zombified masses.

    1. Thank you, my friend.

      Bizarre yes! As with your analysis on societal obsession mass zombies. Perfect and you got it. I always think humans have a compulsion in them or could be the addiction that they can’t seem to help themselves but fall in love with obsession of their own egos.

  4. I read this not once, not twice, not three times but 4 times and still counting lol 🙂 your poetry truly is a masterpiece I’ve not seen anything out here like it, keep up the great work Charlie 👍🙂

  5. I feel your pain Charlie. I opened myself thoroughly. Now, my head navigates the insect’s series thoroughly. I did not like what I saw but I had to wake up and smell the hashtag coffee.

    1. Pain is temporary. What the insect series believes is the natural order.
      Something we as humans disagree on, nothing can be further from the truth.

      Wake up and smell the fresh damn good coffee just like Agent Cooper of Twin Peaks. 🙂

  6. When you said ‘ready your dictionary, you weren’t kidding!’

    By the gods, this was a mouthful. I literally had to look up a lot of different terms. Sometimes I feel so very uneducated when reading your posts – in a good way, mind you. I think I read that poem at least five times, if not more. After finding the different terms and what they mean (and I had quite a few options to choose from), I went over the poem and put in the definitions I found to make sense of it all.

    Needless to say, I am very impressed. Frankly, I wish I could use italics in this. Simple words, unadorned, cannot express what I am feeling at this moment. A few of the others above recited their favorite part, but the only way that would work for me would be to, quite literally, copy and paste and then switch out the words so it reads the way I read it after hunting everything down.

    But what to say?

    I got a kick out of the 4th and 6th stanza

    The 4th:

    Hemolymph oars
    alarm the kodacolor.
    Melpomene odor
    snellens in Paleozoic,

    The 6th

    Armscye lunula,
    balladry of hyssop –
    spread loathe onto
    eschaton martyrdom.

    The way I ended up reading this was:

    Bloody Oars
    Alarm the Printer
    Odor Of Tragedy
    Seen in the Paleozoic Era

    Cresent of the Armhole
    Song of Herbs
    Spread Hate Onto
    The Last (Holy) Martyrdom

    Granted, this isn’t the best translation. I know that. However, that’s what my mind came to a conclusion of and it makes sense to me. Somehow. The world today is so focused on the popular faiths to the point that everything else seems to be condemned. Hence the “bloody oars alarming the printers.”

    Frankly, the ‘bloody oar’ and the ‘printer’ seems to point to a crime and the news. Tragedy has come so very far into our future, all of it stemming from some distant (and obviously visible) point in the dark history of our “new world.” Eventually, hatred will destroy everything and what was once supposed to be good and holy (now defiled) will be a tarnish upon the world due to all the bad, hateful things that have occurred in its name (and that includes a lot of different religions, not just one of them).

    I’m not sure if I was looking to close, but I wanted to share how much I enjoyed this poem. It echoes a great many of my thoughts, some which I thought I might have been alone on (or one of the few who thinks it). It’s nice to see how a poem reflects my own thoughts, which makes me feel all nice and warm on the inside.

    As it is, I think this message has gone on long enough.

    So I’ll let this end here with a quick ending.

    Thanks for the post,
    Thanks for telling me to read it,
    And thank you for putting so much hard work into it.

    1. Excellent interpretation. It’s intriguing to read different views of my work.

      You did sensed the anger as translating the verse. You sensed consumerism
      of religious faiths, imprinting fear, war, and ignorance in our planet.
      Religion can be the main problem of things happening in the world, but that would be of an understatement.

      Today’s generation we all have choices unlike before no one really had any.
      The power of the internet and the influences around
      have the power to change religious beliefs in an interesting frightening way.
      The internet has broken apart the laws of governing who humans are as individuals.
      However, free will is the main source of our vessel.
      Who decides what we should believe and conform? Will faith heal what is wrong with out planet? No! If one seeks to join occultist vampires you may be in for a treat
      past reminiscent of Jim Jones & David Koresh.

      1. A very good point.

        Religion is a large issue nowadays. People seem to be so much into saying what people can and cannot believe that it’s impossible to believe. I can’t wrap my head around it, though it is something I know all too well. Once being Christian, I know how people view can sometimes view other paths in this world.

        Free will is what makes people interesting. The internet has made humanity number to the tragedies of this world. Frankly, I sometimes wonder how mankind went from being free in the soul to being a race that has an odd desire to dictate what everyone else does and think.

        Perhaps we’ll never know.

        1. Good points.

          I feel strongly on your assessments.

          The internet entity itself I feel controls the very decisions, choices, of everyone who thinks what they should or shouldn’t believe. Free will within has a desire to be persuaded by critical thinking based concrete evidence.

          What I’m trying to say is people now have many choices to believe and do whatever they choose to. Unlike us before we didn’t have the internet to tell us otherwise.
          We had to learn the hard way of where are society and world is headed.

          “Is man merely a mistake of God’s? Or God merely a mistake of man?”
          ― Friedrich Nietzsche

  7. New flavour , I had to chew on it for quite a while to digest this very organic vitaminized candy to my eyes and fodder for my brain. Piece magnifique ! As usual you Charlie outdo yourself.

    1. Love your use of word choice to describe my work. 🙂

      This poem could be taken a part and re-arranged in different views…
      I’ll only make the poet feel crazy and losing his/or her mind
      into how deep this all goes. 🙂

          1. The evolution of bear poetry by my esteemed friend , Charlie. You are building an institution Charlie where this kinda poetry will be taught.

    1. Thank you. 🙂

      What I said before of my writing shifting in a total direction was true.
      And here I give a thinker, a visual and implant the imagery that the reader is digesting to hunger for and feel something beyond this world. 🙂

  8. So, we came from a translucent single cell. We evolved from insects.
    In some way, man is devolving backwards, in technicolor…. soon to be back and white. At least the insect is an insect. Man is lesser in his insect garb, pretensing to be what he is not.
    I think of the Las Vegas asshole killer, less than an insect, yet dressed as a human.
    I don’t know if you were touching exactly on this, but I am, as I make sense of your words.

    1. Excellent points.

      In your assessment – you’ve made an interesting theory. What happen in Las Vegas is a tragedy and brought my to tears. The connection with man and insect is all too predatory and depending how one interprets nature vs man, or man vs nature within himself.

      Its your perspective on the matter of my poem. Like I said with many friends. I do enjoy and love reading different views of my work it inspires within my heart of what everyone else has in their opinion, & belief.

      I love what you have said. 🙂

  9. Well, frirnd many words to learn. Ha ha . I do get the feeling there is a play on words of opposite meanings. Will come back to this. I have a new poem. Not stream of consciousness

    1. Playing with words and incorporating them into poetry is the best science experiment ever. The writer creates the imagination to the reader and the reader tries to digest the meaning behind it all. 🙂 Poetry is the magic of power and the love of arts. 🙂

  10. Fantastic poem, my friend! I love this one. To me, it almost seems an invitation to open your mind, not just to new experiences, but the proverbial Truth (yes, with a capital “T.”) That line “open yourself thoroughly” also goes well with the insect imagery you utilize in both the title and throughout the work. As you know, many insects go through a number of different forms before they reach adulthood. There’s often a larval stage, followed by a pupal stage, which ultimately leads to said adulthood. Insects are all about stages and, to a certain extent, so are we. However, since we spend most of our lives in adulthood, there are outside factors that shape and change us. Education can be seen as an outside factor that molds and shapes who we ultimately become. Marriage, loss, work, even catastrophic events like the ones that unfortunately seem to grip our world on a near-weekly basis–those shape us. In essence, we go through stages like insects.

    Forgive my incessant rambling. As always, it is a work that makes me think. Bravo, my friend. I light up whenever I see a new post by you. 🙂

    1. Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain. ~ Henry David Thoreau

      Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside. ~ Honore de Balzac

      We as humans do enter the staging process of larval and whatever transition mother earth creates of us, is what we become in the reflection of our society or society becoming the reflection of us.

  11. You know Charlie, I read your poem several times.. along with the many wonderful comments..

    So many humans are wrapping themselves up in their cocoons. oblivious of the insects we have become..

    Unfortunately it is only the minority of Bugs that irritate us or whose poison has become deadly that their sting can kill.. Such pest control, is never going to be eradicated, for you will always get those who have been so infused and blinded by their own tinctures of holier than thou indoctrination’s that have taken away any rational thinking.
    The Media play straight into the hands of those whose aim is to have their names engraved in Martyrdom. as the Kodak film role repeats its repetitive melody of tragedy.
    And That is the tragedy.. More emphasis is put into the perpetrator than the victims..
    There are no solutions or precautions for a race that breeds violence within every breath, be it cartoon, film, TV.. Computer Games, as we the public buy go watch, clap and applaud slapstick and abuse..
    I think dear Charlie, that is why I developed a Migraine yesterday.. Even over here the other side of the Pond, who has seen its own fair share of mindlessness recently unleased upon young people enjoying music..
    This head ache for the world is not going to go away.. And while ever people can go and purchase such weaponry lawfully, it will I feel escalate. For tensions, are bubbling.. And the dis-ease is rife..
    I try avoiding the News if possible.. But that does not mean I live in bubble.. I know full well what is happening around the earth..
    But the media are like a dog with bone.. They gnaw away until its ground into our psyche. And so escalate the Fear, and Hate.
    Some days all I want to do is walk, breathe and Be.. As I wonder what kind of insects we have become..

    As you see, I thought long and hard upon your poem… and this was my deduction Dr Watson..

    Love and Blessings dear Charlie… Don’t give yourself too many headaches either… Writing helps shed the load, as we use it as escapism, But until society see’s what it has become.. All we can do is change ourselves and our own perceptions. No second coming will ever change those who cannot see themselves as having a problem..

    Take care my friend.. 🙂

    1. You hold a strong excellent truth.

      I don’t know if by accident or mystery I ended up feeling what the world is headed and why things are happening. Mother nature I believe is trying to warn us and we’re falling asleep. Everything that’s occurring she has been feeling the headaches herself.
      I believe deep in my heart mother nature is trying to give us a second chance
      and she’s trying not to lose hope within us humans.

      Headaches are brutal and not good. I’ll try not to watch news that much.

      Blessings to you my friend. 🙂

      1. Yes Charlie, Our Earth Mother is just that, and when people say how can you say the world is teaching us a lesson.. We forget how we are all of us connected consciously.

        I only have to remember my own mother, whose harshness at times was also brutal,
        Mother’s try warning their children of the dangers, yet we are no longer listening.. I strongly feel some BIG major Earth event will sweep through the populous again before the year ends.. That is if Mankind does not create his own major event…

        Testing Nuclear bombs in the ocean is going to trigger an already fragile plate that is already slipping and moving and gathering momentum in energy.. As Volcanoes pop releasing pressure.

        I keep my eye on that more than the media news… And a good Channel to watch on YouTube is Dutchsinse. I have followed his vids for years on Earthquake forecasts, He is EXCELLENT! And even here in the middle of England we have felt a few small shakes over the years,.. Living on top of land riddled with old coal mines, and then the threat of Fracking starting in our area, Not good news..

        I am sure Charlie we have all been here before, regarding Our Earth shaking us and leaving a few to start over.. The problem is we never seem to learn do we. As we eventually head right back down the same track of Greed.
        Thanks for the conversation Charlie I appreciate you.. 🙂

  12. CharlieZero! I read this several times over two days. I found it very poignant. I really enjoyed your multiple metaphors and play on “sirens” and how you carried that through the entire poem. If poetry is meant to show us the same old things from new perspective then this poem has succeeded as a sort of aerial view of our mess in both macro and micro. As always great and unexpected imagery within a challenging but ultimately worthwhile format. Inspired!

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