A fat little chef from Marseilles
declared National Bouillabaisse Day.
He served his fish stew
and everyone cried "Hip Hooray!"
Dido's ConflictCarthage shall forever
feel the sting of your sword.
We shall not endeavor
to keep you in untoward
circumstances. Go, then--
with lands to be explored
and duly conquered when
you set foot within them.
And there are other men
to grovel at my hem.
And there are maidens, too,
that I cannot condemn
for falling into you
the way I almost did;
the way I wanted to.
The love we had was all too sordid
to end another way than it did.
Ach, Du / Ragdoll Re-writeAch, Du
• by MadPrinceFeanor, Feb 5, 2005, 4:48:50 PM
I lost my tongue when I was born,
so you sewed it in
just as you saw fit.
My eyes fell out soon after,
so you made me glass ones
and when my ears closed up
you poked the holes in flesh
to filter in all that was appropriate.
You taught me high-class;
you bred me on chair-pulling,
yes, ma'aming chivalry.
And when I could do these things
you told me not to
and took to how a lady ought to act.
Skirts must fall to the knee-
and overalls are for nights and weekends.
Prince in drag,
with all the wrong sex-parts,
whore to a spiritualtiy
that never agreed with you.
Darling mum and sperm--
I fell into the chore of loving you.
Mother sews the infant’s tongue
just as she sees fit
to speak only the prettiest words.
She polishes the unblinking
glass eyes in blue
and curls the lashes
so as not to let in excess light.
DFC 2014 11: Antigone IHow barren and forsaken is this land,
this country that has known so much upheaval,
when wickedness incarnate can command
that one is good, and the other evil.
Will the gods frown so on my retrieval
and seeing to my brother's last farewell?
Did Polynices not bleed red as well?
DFC 2014 10: NGC 5195Abide with me where galaxies collide,
collide with mammoth force as stars abide
bright as a pulse of inundating light.
Light that erupts to make the whole sky bright.
Crash and explode, we watch as as they smash;
smash into fractals when you and I crash.
DFC 2014 9: Join the Danceone, two, three
and now you follow me
as we pas-de-deux across the floor
how many times have we sashayed these steps before?
how many strides have we missed and then answered for?
carry on without a backwards glance
and, if you get a chance,
join the dance
Contradictory Suicide LetterIf you’re reading this…
Dear everybody throughout the years,
I’m trying my best to write this through tears.
All I want to say is I have finally conquered my fears.
It’s time for me to close my ears
And start up my gears.
I’m leaving everything behind.
Today marks a new adventure to find
What I wanted when I was confined—
Life is telling me to unwind,
For today starts my peace of mind.
So, I’m putting away what harmed me.
All my knives and all their words; I’ll be set free.
I’ve gone through fires of the Hell that I couldn’t flee
Until I saw my own foggy breath and fell into the sea,
Where quickly enough I began to plea.
I’m going to let go of my life and start anew,
Correcting my mistakes and undo
What I have caused that wasn’t true.
So, I would like to thank you
For helping me get through—
There’s no point in me being miserable
When I have everything in my grasp and it’s unbreakable.
Practicing DeathWhat are we really doing during those nights?
What are these dreams that cloud our sights?
The world is still and quiet while we rest
Our minds wander far off under the crest
A low steady rhythm flows through our bodies
We're at peace as we dream through our stories
Some of them are beautiful, nothing can compare
And some are very horrible, a long nightmare
We see both worlds as we are practicing death
It sometimes wake us, shortening our breath
When we're awake, we are revived from the day before
And finally at the end of the day, we "die" once more
We practice death every night, a routine
Going into our imaginary afterlife, foreseen
So why are we so afraid of accepting fate?
We've been practicing death up to this date
SenseDarkness stalks with impassioned gaze
Coaxing sense, in sensuous haze
Undressing night, its shadow plays
Along shoreline curves, provoking waves
ContainersBy glass or by clay
On the surf of open dreamt
Would quest in endless solitary
Wherever the winds have swept
By dark or by night
With the stripes of light abreast
Reflections match their change
In time to lay with buried best
By wave or by calm
Left to stare with vision plain
Veils of the stars could hide
While slumber drift from ebbing vein
By clash or by cast
Crash with monstrous betray
Out amongst the arms to span
Flung a lost betoken away
By whole or by some
With something gone to deep
Eyes cannot forgive their deeds
And in the painful quiet weep
By rain or by breaths
Of praying keel grant to its tone
To voyage on a lonely road
Hold them up on broken bones
By long or by forever
Come to find a field of wonder
To see the varied gathering
Curious sets of container
A Letter Written for My LoveLet me write this in a letter,
For I can say it better
When the words that I write
Always come out right
Whenever my fingers are ready
And the words come out steady.
So, here I spill the truth
Of my fading youth
From that little girl you knew
And loved very dearly as we grew
Together and forever,
Like we promised every day and ever.
I can’t say it anymore simply:
I love you wholeheartedly.
You were different the day I met you.
I could envision us together, something new,
Although I was entangled with thorns
Of poisonous roses upon Satan’s horns.
Then did I escape his wrath
To fall onto a new path,
Where we would find each other
And you would soon show me wonder
In the bright colors you knew
Decades before I understood this one hue.
I could expand this poem
By writing about the heavenly syndrome
Of the colors and that hue,
But, of course, I’d rather speak about you
And how you managed to keep me sane,
Easily washing away the pain.
So, let me finish writing
Written by ChristheZorua
Winter may have its cold embrace
Spring can jump into the seasonal bliss
Summer also has its warmth
But Autumn doesn’t even miss
With the falling leaves and cool skies
Autumn doesn’t hold its cries
For when the people unite as one
Autumn knows to get the job done
People may argue, “It’s Fall, not Autumn!”
Those people are doubled and corrected as such
But when the situation is glorified in a brace of manner
Autumn is a season that can really matter
Written by ChristheZorua
Gliding high in the sky
Living the dream
Ivory plays inside his head
Saving grace from the skylights
Can this creature fly at all?
Or is it just a glider in disguise?
Realization is his key to success
Written by ChristheZorua
Shaymin, with two formes that connect
You are wonderful for generosity and respect
For you give people smiles all around
And you touch the sky and the clouds abound
Gracidea helps you find inner peace
For when you feel the flower, your forme repeats
And the glorious skies clear clouds of destruction
Protecting you from horrible obstruction
When your flowers bloom, and the battle is over
Everyone knows one thing is true
The gratitude you produce is overwhelmingly best
And it is time for you to take a nice, long rest
For when the next day arrives
And you feel ready to begin the day
Your friends will be right beside you
Cheering you all the way
ConsultationConspiracies have strange faces
Coins that spin in the air
From a fingernail dirtied grave
And a resting body in fear
Nuance drive the smoke to breathe
Wispy promises ensure
That all can be foretold ere long
The latency draws to a blur
A stack of strange words written plain
Read by mouths that speak no sounds
But the future missed its day
Abacus with beads of bone
Weights with hollow insides lean
To chains as frail of lines of heart
Between the table edge's scene
Bought and traded by the tide
Wash to blue-eyed skies of none
Save what they say will be ahead
Under the light of the same sun
Methods in the spells of old
Forgot the half of what to say
Left a captain a broken wheel
Spinning in circles far away
Hopes hath died between their hands
Paths in strange directions lead
By the lessons no one can know
Unless the fall lost from their greed