Beneath offal swelled sinister vasculum –
I, the macroamino volute;
prowess near teaspoon excrete.
Privative grotesque rabble –
birth pathos;
vanishing antithesis sugar –
scarturient fungi mosquitoes
severed the host nutrients.
Dreamscape gliss – transforms you
into a carotenoid quiz.
Acatalepsy blob murk, seeks to ignore all suffering.
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“My nutrients for a Dreamscape Gliss!”
~ Ring Rhinestone the Irregular
Glad that line moved you and you liked it very much. 🙂
ah! the irregular of rings in a portal of time.
And may the Gliss be upon you 😎
Amen!
How about zliss upon a zilthliss.
I’ll have to consult the Cadillactyl of Zod!?
He said to place it under your pillow
for the Astrogothilizer😎
Or the scrutinizer of pillowless moons.
Where the Sea of Tranquilized Hostility
sumo capsulates the dark side of the force.
Hands foam, stars mouth open gravity
captures mole faces springing from the source.
kneel before Zod. As they Kryptonians say.
Zod sleeps with the fishes.
,~ Fat Tony
Zod fishes for lobsters above his own skull, what does he find? a Telephone god.
Who global roams the twilight zone
with a world wide fishing net 🦈🦞🕸️
Bigfoots laser forehead sheds alone
not recognizing which key to fret.
The Yeti of big refer says not to fret.
Machine Head the Abominable has gone
electric 🎸 As the Hobbit folks of Newport
weep with Faux Mo lament 💧
… and lights yet another reefer of deep regret.
P.S Check your email. I sent you something you will like very much. 🙂 It’s about the writing you send me.
😎✔️🙏
The ghost yeti pulls out a stringless sweat
and yet every soul shapes itself into cement.
Blitzed by Mortar … Pounded by Pestle.
Then poured forth into a broken vessel.
The Big Foot sink is quite an eye full.
I think your poetry is a dreamscape, twisting up meanings with an entirely unique take on the world.
Your statement rings perfect.
The pot I have carries a lot of ingredients, I’m always experimenting on what the next appetite of the sense can the reader enjoy or dare to dream of. 🙂
What you do with poetry, Charlie is absolutely yours and you *own* it.
No one like you around here and that’s why people so enjoy reading you and decoding your words.
many hugs
x
🙂 It truly is an honor to be writing poetry like this. And I think we can all agree we as poets write for ourselves and no one else. That’s where the magic of writing starts. 🙂
Very fine Charlie!
Thank you, Holly. 🙂 All readers need the nutrients of creativeness and joy. 🙂
They do indeed and you are bubbling over with inventiveness and joy…and so much creativity. 🙂
Wait til’ next week. The poems and titles are crazy wild. You’ll say to yourself ‘What the heck’? where does he come up with this. 🙂
Haha, I don’t know , I wish I did! 🙂
🙂
There’s something like a metamorphosis in this one…?
Yes, a metamorphosis of suffering of thy self or the soul of humanity can cries for a superman?
It could be both but I have to say the latter is much painful. I think.
I think that humankind Self is the sum of our Selves. It’s the wholeness of the single uniques. If some of them is in pain the whole soul is too..
Agree. Each of us pains in the form of reflection in our world itself. A balance can sometimes heal us from those bad energies.
Agreed.
Oh, I wouldn’t excrete prowess near a teaspoon… I wasn’t raised like that (ha ha!)
But I agree there is sugar in the vanishing antithesis: Maybe that’s the birth of pathos, even if it’s grotesque!
hahahahaha!!!!
I don’t think no one else would do anything like this. hahahahah!!!!
Nature had its own grotesque sequence. Like the birth of everything and how it started and ended brings a sadness to how beautiful things looked before and the after world of where we are today.
i feel the mesentry revolt Charlie…. sugar releases a fragrance not many know, hasn’t been discovered yet, that is why mosquitoes suck the blood from the sweetest people. i love where your words take me, to a Kingdom where Charlie is King!…..i hope i recalled all i wrote before the comment bug ate it all up…hate when this happens.
Excellent observation.
I think us humans carry that sugar scent within us and the mosquitoes quench for that thirst for blood in our system. Then again, the world I see is the opposite where humans are leching off one another. It’s up for interpretation but I do like where this is going. Thank you, Gina. 🙂
its me really, i always look for the good in people no matter how rotten, hence the mesentry revolt, its hard to stomach some kinds of people, but i try! you have such an excellent command of the language, i translate in my head before i write and can;t use big words…LOL!!
You are right. Though people in this world some come off very mean…we must give them a chance and look past characterization and see their personality as a whole. There are good people in this planet, some can be difficult to speak to.
You make the world a better place. 🙂
Vanishing antithesis sugar 🖤
I like that line as well. 🙂 So glad you enjoyed this poem. 🙂
Crazy wild renaissance poetry ! I tell you , I have to dig deep into the nutrients you feed the reader, Charlie.
All the nutrients needed for the reader is always on display.
I’m happy you liked this poem so much. 🙂
😊🙂
For me, as much through metre and punctuation as words you do that poetic sensory thing – so much skill in this.
Thank you my friend.
Poetry is the form of capturing cinema at its core of communication , but , in a different set of languages that speak for itself and to the reader.
For me, there is a certain pacing that I enjoy … fav line – birth pathos – plus the link between teaspoon, sugar, nutrients.
Thanks for the tip. I checked (and as suspected) the WP Gnomes adjusted some settings.
So glad those lines brought a good sensory into the mind and the reading pacing.
More to come next week. I’m not holding anything back on the next 2 writings. It’s going to really make your head scratch and wonder. 🙂
More than normal?
Well I’m feeling transformed already…🕺😂👍👍
🙂 The transformation of our sensory neurons agree and proceed to welcome more imagination in changes of the world itself.
I’m transformed.
The love of experimentation opens up many new otherworldly transformation within our own imagination.
Definitely. Experimenting in life often sucks. Thank god for art…Everything’s allowed.
Agreed. Cinema helps us escape, poetry helps our wounds. It is the foundation of why art exist and why we writers do what we do to help others as they help us collectively.
Cinema, you said? Tarantino, Kubrick, Scorsese, Hitchcock, Spielberg, Coppola, Orson Welles, Charlie Chaplin, Lynch, Fincher, Polanski, Paul Thomas Anderson, Terrence Malick, Tarkovsky, oh my god, yes, yes, and yes!!!
Exactly. Our job now. Make everything think and take everyone into our journey of possibilities ring truth and language discovering the love for reading.
Full sail ahead.
🙂
I’m still reading Nation & Decoration part 1. 🙂 I’m almost finishing. So far, I love this satire. 🙂
In that case, shhhhhhh.
🙂
My eyes deceive me, at times.
I think I saw what isn’t there.
Macrame
The cycle of living
Knotted up into life
“macroamino” remains your word,
Yet, still, deceived
I perceived, well!
Beautiful poetic interpretation, Resa.
I love this very much and you should keep writing more poems and post them like before. 🙂
Thank you, Charlie! 😀