Poet Precipice

S-word shards - pin point sharp, pricked paper prod precision
Preface edifice, compost compiled - cutout cries composition
Preordained stoic destiny, insight terse – dye void provocation
Corporal temple lobe stain pyre, current dire pain full challenge.

Crosswords cling taunt, rut wrought but purpose, climbing tangled vines
Umbiligle tied, naysayer rooted chords, pit-I-full prune procrastination
Sheer trial-trail placard obstacle, pendulum enlightened Nirvana entanglement
Tick tock petrified would, quick-silver bark dull polished - vanishing cream

Naught I, bee-twitched eye to eye, savage failure rip passage, bequests wrecked ways
Like a lone middle finger, thy Poet Precipice tells impotent future - to fuck off
Thee WILL never amount “UP” to anything worth kowtowing would-could-should
Yea wastes - rot away, zero being nobody, molds into nothing, but death knell knot

Can a grain off-hope, join foraging rein-vein implausible pebbles - bridging desire
What if Eye, in I fall, to ear birthright ground shout - Get Up, Get Up, Get Up again
And yet again as bruises heal hardened determination, to keep going Onward, Upward
Where poet seams of bard’s journey never ends turmoil - BEE Ring precedence trailblazers.

HeArtMosphere Poet



Poet Precipice

S-word shards -
pin point sharp
pricked paper
prod precision
Preface edifice
compost compiled -
cutout cries composition
Preordained stoic destiny
insight terse –
dye void provocation
Corporal temple lobe
stain pyre
current dire pain full
challenge.

Crosswords cling taunt
rut wrought but purpose
climbing tangled vines
Umbiligle tied
naysayer rooted chords
pit-I-full
prune procrastination
Sheer trial-trail
placard obstacle
pendulum enlightened
Nirvana entanglement
Tick tock petrified would
quick-silver bark
dull polished -
vanishing cream

Naught I
bee-twitched eye to eye
savage failure rip passage
bequests wrecked ways
Like a lone middle finger
thy Poet Precipice tells
impotent future -
to fuck off
Thee WILL never amount
“UP” to anything
worth kowtowing
would-could-should
Yea wastes -
rot away
zero being nobody
molds into nothing
but death knell knot

Can a grain off-hope
join foraging
rein-vein implausible pebbles -
bridging desire
What if Eye
in I fall
to ear birthright ground shout -
Get Up, Get Up, Get Up again
And yet again
as bruises heal
hardened determination
to keep going
Onward, Upward
Where poet seams
of bard’s journey
never ends turmoil -
BEE Ring
precedence trailblazers.

HeArtMosphere Poet