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Man of ScienceOne day, brilliant men and women, with full minds and gray hearts, will redefine the meaning of life.

A Tibetan monk will rise from tending his garden to meet the mail courier. After six decades of daily meditation he will learn that humanity has reassigned the roles of abstract thought.

I picture myself being asked to adorn an unbecoming lab coat. I don't own a shirt that isn't black, so I'll put up a fight. But, when my fist hits the sterility of refrigerated logic my knees may bend.

I have one more chance to kiss the hand of Professor Petri Dish. I remember lips tasting like strawberries. Now, as I bite my own, they taste like bleach.

DOUCES CENDRES - SWEET ASHES(english version below)

Mes cendres sont sucrées susurre ton absence

.........................................................................

My ashes are so sweet whispers your absence

Frantz, 17 avril 2012.

MusicThat loud crap blares
from speakers large and small.
Can't understand the words -
just dull thuds, synthetic sounds,
style of dress I'd almost laugh at.

Almost. "Deviant," then in my mind, "thugs;"
no fun being scared of everyone younger.
I remember how my wife's family
talked about me before she was my wife.
Nat King Cole and Sinatra played all too clear.
Too much vinegar on the salad.

One dinner I stared at a candle
flickering on the table.
The room had more than enough light.
In discrete moments the flame struggled.
My wife remembers the slight smirk I wore,
bright in its own way.

Or MeSwimming in the golden sun
On a lively rhododendron
The princess of the Queen of the Sea
...
You must know that it will never be thee

And From the BedspreadWe eat fruit fried in butter,
Muscovado sugar
And maple syrup,
While sickly, we enjoy it.

I am fawning over the magazine
That came through the letter box –
The postman's schedule is his own.
I am published on the page
Smoothed open on the bed.

As you read my poem I notice,
From the lines around your mouth
And your eyes,
Recognition at the inspiration.

With the change in temperature
As the radiator loses heat,
The butter will harden
To the cheap china plates.
We use the quilt to cover
The bottom half's of our bodies.

As I lick sugar from your lips
I'm not concerned with my weight.
You pull a thread from the bedsprea

tinfoilwe crisscross violently, silently pressed
against the lamenting linoleum
as our creased silhouettes echo
the empty hollow of our vows;

we are dusty light bulbs
dimmed by frayed filaments,
marching softly into the cacophonous din
of ill-fated resurrections,
half-lives retrograded in carbon dioxide grins--

we are molded by our sins,
hammered like so much tinfoil
on an autumn eve.

tellingIf I press my ear against my arm I hear the metallic hum of white noise;
press it hard enough and it will buzz uninterrupted, the steady red
light of a cigarette that indicates she is watching you. I am here
to feel your eyes on me, the tingle in the center of your palm,

to tell you about the space between my words, of the space between us that becomes
so tempting to infuse with color, the red which runs beneath the bite of winter snow.

you drum the beat into your body because you cannot get enough. you love her
because your heart is not enough, because the stammer of your words will outdo
the finality of your hesitation and even the pe

Drowning CactiShe calculates the distance from the window to the ground
And finds it lacking.
The world is now suffused with inadequacy.

In this lake of concentrated sky,
Dreams are the product of terrible misinterpretations.
She was never without sanity before they locked her away,
But everything disintegrated behind bars only she could see.

They undo themselves,
They rewrite it as it should have been –
A swarm of butterflies
Migrating as an orange cloud to Heaven.
That too is merely a distraction;
Sometimes rain won't signify anything but falling water
And the prospect of the cold.

What is God, where is He?
She never wanted One who d

transition--ing
i am -- transition:
without you.

lingering here --
feelings i can't seem
to process.

let me burn,
bright, hot;
light up the midday sky
with myself.

driving in the middle
of the road
when i'm alone:
without you.

"compulsive behaviors",
i'm told, defined:
getting -- sorted -- out.

i am -- transition:
finding myself.

through the glass of a time-turner        you really have no idea how it is
to be another hourglass to knock over, to
      remain something vile and used, so
           i'll hope for your innocence all
             over again. and he'll force
                me down in my night-
                   mares, darkness

Those Who Have FallenIn those antique prisons, the walls wept,
Poured out their lamentations into silver streams,
Drove those bone-thin hands to steal,
Pluck crimson feathers from cardinals.

I saw the chicken coop filled with stars,
The world crashing into the silence sector,
My angel's wings have been laid to rest,
Painted eyes looking into the darkness.

We passed around bars of milled soap,
Tried to scrub the rust from our forearms,
Strip away layers of sin and turmoil,
Peel away our sullied skin.

Turn us as white as the plums of albino peacocks,
Immerse us in the rapture of salted landscapes,
Feed our souls with ruptured egg shells,
Cover our re

Mouth to MusicCompressed audio codec;
Album on repeat.

Pentatonic
Scales breathe
Second languages

And resuscitate
Lyrics from the listener.

Compress, breathe,
Resuscitate, compress
Breathe, resuscitate.

He's
Deaf on
Arrival.

Blood Bubble, Telephone CallI was underwater from the start,
Breathing blood bubbles
to scream
HELP
(help)
into empty air
when I am an empty voice
in the world of brimming
(screaming)
people.
I am hatred and black sin
from underwater
and there's purity above
that I do not deserve.

I am mere skin and no face
(no voice)
Yet I scream
(voiceless)
desperate pleas.

You, angel
do not listen.

Canon BallWinter was never my favourite season.

My heart's on pause, the blood in my veins
has stopped flowing the way it used to
Now it's like a dead-weight in my chest,
a stinging sensation at the back of my throat.
My secrets are black ink across a blue sky
waiting for the rain to show
And eventually it does

Black balloons across every nerve ending
I suffocate on helium
My senses become tangled and I spiral
Further between black balloons

Like a canon ball waiting to hit rock bottom
Eventually, I will

A Talking ToIt begins with one rock—
a sloughed sediment that
has had enough of that bitch Gravity's pull
and decides it is time to go Down and talk
with Her face-to-face.

It shifts from noun to verb and
rolls to the edge to get a good look at what it's facing.
She is invisible, hiding somewhere among
the treeline pines or the caldera lake that glints like compressed coal.
No matter, it thinks. Her allure is like iron ore, coaxing and strong and unavoidable.

It tilts over the precipice and drops, slipping and striking along
the slope perpendicular to Her call with care enough to send
sparks up with each impact. At the sigh

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Blessing

by ^Beccalicious, Feb 24, 2012, 12:01:16 PM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

Unicorn naps seem magic;
coo of foals snore.
each hair reflects sunshine,
each head dozing grace.

Even now, wild delphiniums
sway; yearlings sleep peaceful.

Lady youth has seldom met
temptation, now woes struggle,
each horse enchants,
she exalts.

Blessingby ^Beccalicious

Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ^Beccalicious

from =futilitarian's forum challenge [link]

This was ridiculously hard!

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*akarra Apr 10, 2012 Student Writer

It has a wonderful sound and movement. You use parallel structures well! Thanks for sharing.

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^Beccalicious Sep 22, 2012 Professional Writer

Thank you

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*magpie-poet Mar 30, 2012

Beautiful imagery. Brutal challenge!

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^Beccalicious Sep 22, 2012 Professional Writer

Brutal yes, have you tried it yourself? If you do, don't start with unicorns

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*magpie-poet Sep 22, 2012

No, but I've tried on and off for years to do a dna poem where the lines have to start and end with the matching dna tags so either CG/GC or AT/TA and form a helix.

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~chadwood Mar 30, 2012 Writer

You've done a fine job at meeting that challenge! Great feel to this one.

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^Beccalicious Sep 22, 2012 Professional Writer

It was an evil challenge!

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~chadwood Sep 24, 2012 Writer

I know. It was brutal.

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`OfOneSoul Mar 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

After reading the forum challenge, I can definitely appreciate what you've done here. I myself am tempted to try my hand at it and accept the challenge.

In the end this simple bit of poetry possesses so much imagery for me. I see a gorgeous portrait throughout changing with nature and magic. You have a lovely way with words - I especially adore the use of "yearlings" and "delphiniums".

The last stanza is simply enchanting.

"Lady youth has seldom met
temptation, now woes struggle,
each horse enchants,
she exalts."

"she exalts" in itself leaves me pondering. I love poetry with the power to inspire. This is fantastic poetry. Wonderful work.

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^Beccalicious Sep 22, 2012 Professional Writer

Thank you very much

(yes I know you commented months ago, I am finally getting around to appreciating

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