Womb Within The Soul

Apply gentle tender touches, alight moist tear filled sown parchment
Adrift Baptismal clear, cognitive crystal clarity LIT - wry attachments
Oh dew, feel thy spring Womb, bud blossom BEqueath thing thee Soul
Fingering feather-ring fingers, flutter-ring HeArt Beat tap - rap rhythms

Oh heart, OH HeART of Mine Dew Hear Yea Mime within thy Womb Tap ~
Tap ~ Write Ping thy Core UniVerse purpose, that be - TOO BEE Honeycombed
In BirthRight pride, nectar dew pollinated, baring thy Womb’s Soul Germination
Arise, Oh Dew Arise - Surreal Poet, upon pages of time, bearing pages of rhyme.

Poet pleading, ply fertile furrow, seer insight, whence seed rooted, poet womb cries
Words Worth Bee, inspire-ring flight florets, frolicking limericks, sonnets, villanelles,
Haiku’s onto epic epiphany entwined, evermore linked moorings take on Lifetime lines
Then thee contagious, impetuous Reader;
Poet Tree showcase salvation, saving verse - Only Savior.

Yet, dire daggers bears sharp thorns, harp hooked HeART-Felt barbs that prick apart skeletal trill pain
Chip chipping, scrap scraping, wear wearing, RIPTAPS rap-ping tap-ping - Termination Blues
Wherein the POE of Poetry, cries Scarecrow picked apart, Womb Raven -
NeverMore EverMore abandonment
Can nails bear, rust brisk sandpaper brushed abrasion, scape away self-worth amid coffin containment?

Chill thy bitter batter, amid quicksand hourglass I’s, see shore RIP cycled Stain Poet Tide Died Eyes
Forlorn scorn escape that scrapes thee bottom of an bottomless pit deep diving hemorrhaging, A Lone ~
A Lone tear tearing threadbare fabric away balled up in Womb position, Never More - Even More Lost
Lost “I” Be Eye to Eye - nose stench smell, trench stretch cold cardboard BE Winter’s -
Cement chilled death knell.

Must Poetry be Despair, Must Poetry be Total Exhilaration, Must Poetry be ~
Center conformed confounded compounded pounded into submissive societal compliance
Nay says times soothsayer, Poetry rides the tides, amidst perpetual timelines universe motions
Whilst Poetry insight humanity, has time’s UniVerse Womb, bearing UniQue poetic soul emotions
What is Poetry? Something that Bee that is reborn, retaught, reestablished,
That TOO BEE ~ BE-Ring literary reincarnated.
Who is Poetry? The I in Me in You in that US Womb
Word-Wise World-Wide Womb
Wherein a Soul WE Will –
BEE Strong WILLED Creating a Future

HeArtMosphere Poet

Womb Within The Soul

Apply gentle
tender touches
alight moist tear filled
sown parchment
Adrift Baptismal clear
cognitive crystal clarity LIT -
wry attachments
Oh dew
feel thy spring Womb
bud blossom
BEqueath thing thee Soul
Fingering feather-ring
fingers flutter-ring
HeArt Beat tap -
rap rhythms

Oh heart
OH HeART of Mine
Dew Hear Yea Mime
within thy Womb Tap ~
Tap ~ Write Ping
thy Core UniVerse purpose
that be -
TOO BEE Honeycombed
In BirthRight pride
nectar dew pollinated
baring thy Womb’s
Soul Germination
Arise,
Oh Dew Arise -
Surreal Poet
upon pages of time
bearing pages of rhyme.

Poet pleading
ply fertile furrow
seer insight
whence seed rooted
poet womb cries
Words Worth Bee
inspire-ring flight florets
frolicking limericks, sonnets, villanelles,
Haiku’s onto epic epiphany entwined
ever more linked moorings
take on Lifetime lines
Then thee contagious
impetuous Reader;
Be Poet Tree showcase salvation
Saving verse -
Only Savior.

Yet,
dire daggers bears sharp thorns
harp hooked HeArt-Felt barbs
that prick apart skeletal trill pain
Chip chipping
scrap scraping
wear wearing
RIPTAPS rap-ping tap-ping -
Termination Blues
Wherein the POE of Poetry
cries Scarecrow picked apart
Womb Raven NeverMore
EverMore abandonment
Can nails bear
rust brisk sandpaper
brushed abrasion
scape away self-worth
amid coffin containment?

Chill thy bitter batter
amid quicksand hourglass I’s
see shore RIP cycled Stain
Poet Tide Died Eyes
Forlorn scorn escape
that scrapes thee bottom
of an bottomless pit
deep diving hemorrhaging
A Lone ~
A Lone tear
tearing threadbare fabric away
balled up in Womb position
Never More Even More Lost
Lost “I” Be Eye to Eye -
nose stench smell
trench stretch cold cardboard
BE Winter’s -
Cement chilled death knell.

Must Poetry be Despair
Must Poetry be Total Exhilaration
Must Poetry be ~
Center conformed confounded
compounded pounded into
submissive societal compliance
Nay says times soothsayer
Poetry rides the tides
amidst perpetual timelines
universe motions
Whilst Poetry insight humanity
has time’s UniVerse Womb
bearing UniQue poetic soul emotions
What is Poetry?
Something that Bee that is reborn
retaught, reestablished,
That TOO BEE ~
BEE-Ring literary reincarnated.
Who is Poetry?
The I in Me in You in that US Womb
Word-Wise World-Wide Womb
Wherein a Soul WE Will –
BEE Strong WILLED Creating a Future

HeArtMosphere Poet