By Bicpen
An egg ... !
A
cup of tea
then some toast.
If I feel like it
I sometimes
have
another
egg.
| Author Notes | This has been inspired by my reading and reviewing of some quite astounding free verse poems ... and as a thank you for their enjoyment I give you this ... please judge wisely as it`s my first attempt. |
By Bicpen
Time draws nigh
flames burn
within my eyes.
Time
to walk the line.
~.~
First
it was jealousy
then
it was spite.
~.~
Engulfed in rage
separated at birth ...
hope and love fumble.
~.~
But now I see the truth
of all being ...
it hangs like a door
~.~
First
it opens to let all in
then
it closes that nothing may win.
~.~
Time draws nigh
the hinge springs
adverse and black my heart bleeds.
Time
to walk the line
| Author Notes | Possibly true ... for some! |
By Bicpen
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A conception strange
the human has,
exaggerated lust a charm
~.~
Nature awakes
she tells the truth,
can Adam and Steve Contain
~.~
I rather the woman's delight,
however,
they also can be strange
~.~
Affairs
I never liked,
nature holds the key
~.~
Graceful swan,
she has a friend for life
and only
loves
one.
| Author Notes | Why do we always think we know best. |
By Bicpen
Worlds conquered, now
I wait.
~.~
Time seeps through
a crooked path
of
hue golden.
~.~
Marching forward
I live,
Worlds conquered,
now
I
wait.
~.~
Why do I wait?
Victory
takes
time.
By Bicpen
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Since the beginning there was separation
Enmity
Between thy seed and the seed of the woman.
Never before
was
there division.
~.~
He was without his righteousness clothed in skin
Man
As one of us to know both good and evil.
Cast out
now
God kept the tree of life.
~.~
Abram was grieved the heir Ishmael was not to be
Abraham
Thou shalt be a father of many nations.
The covenant
was made
now in his loins.
~.~
Fourteen generations later the shepherd
David
I will stablish the throne of his kingdom.
So be
the house of the Lord
was built.
~.~
The virgin wed to Joseph a just man
Jesus
That conceived in her is of the Holy Ghost.
Adam
to Mary
so the seed ran.
~.~
Now the question
Remains,
How can we tell
The seed that we are?
"Being born again
Not
of
corruptible seed
But of incorruptible
By the word of God
Which Liveth
And
Abideth forever"
| Author Notes | Inspired by the scripture reference used in the last verse. |
By Bicpen
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Worthless and poor
naked
and shamed
it hides.
~.~
Nowhere
before the Lord
can poor old soul
run.
~.~
He knew the cost
of
sin
and all its pleasures.
~.~
However
poor old soul
had run his race
the schoolmaster
had
discovered him.
~.~
He administered his rule.
~.~
Poor old soul could do nothing
but
admit
he had been a fool.
Christ spoke
to poor old soul
of
another life.
~.~
Soul
could choose
to go the other way.
~.~
Jesus revealed
a love
so
divine
poor old soul
could not decline.
~.~
Washed and cleansed
from
his sorry state
soul grew
bold
and
full
of
grace.
~.~
Look at poor old soul now
he gleams
old soul
was
purchased
by
Christ.
~.~
Old soul is now new.
~.~
You see
old soul was
a slave
with
a
master cruel.
~.~
Jesus made soul a master
in his palace
soul was comforted.
~.~
Never before
did
soul have any privilege
never again
would
poor old soul
be
lost.
~.~
For poor old soul
was now found
he was washed
and cleansed
in the blood
of
a
friend.
| Author Notes | Inspired by my own running away...no matter how far! |
By Bicpen
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Correction is an infection,
syphilis writing disease
permeating ambition.
Syphilis writing disease,
carried through
recently infected vessels;
physically is caused by
impure sexual intercourse.
Consider syphyilography
the description of the disease.
Some people ... syphiloid;
relating to syphilis
the writing disease.
No more infections
just pure honest reflection,
adjustment made when
you are received syphilis free.
Some people ...
please don't insult me!
| Author Notes | Try getting things right... please! |
By Bicpen
Ah! we who are reluctant,
striving against memorials,
anticipating, persistent,
blatant and defying.
Ah! come mistress,
encompass, enchant,
deliver leering hope;
cumbersome release,
admire nonchalantly,
feel breath's beat
upon your silhouette.
Ah! we who are reluctant,
plagued horrors,
disturbing mentalities,
writhing slowly,
manipulating rigidity.
Ah! what are we,
who are one,
but
perfect
harmony.
By Bicpen
"Crumple, crumple, little can,
How I wonder what you are!"
Lifting the lid out they come,
thoughts bold, desires, precious hopes,
after all it occurs they are a lie;
no cotton wool or buds to soak my blood,
miserable wound of yesterday's sore.
Deluded minds open. Unravel
misguided fortunes. Undress
promiscuous casual babblings. Unearth
prosthetic beauty.
Naked truth a lie,
masked appraisal.
"Crumple, crumple, little can,
How I wonder what you are!"
Desperately unfaithful
disparaging thought,
twisted offence, writhing
worms of canned intent;
moments of displeasure,
swathing, squirming mass.
"Would you like to talk?"
"How about dinner, be round at 9 !"
"Crumple, crumple, little can,
How I wonder what you are!"
By Bicpen
Stern his cause
Race of creation
Life a season
High tubes ascent
Morning light's arrest
Silently he perpetrates
Beginning masculine haste
Split second timing
Always fine tuning
Head now aligned
Singular he's alone
Entering her womb
Excited tussles reach
An entrance grand
For feminine breach
His lady serving
One well prescribed
With copious release
Fertile at ease
Make way for--
The sperm please!
By Bicpen
Hey ... PX ... meet my friend!
She's in love with men, loves your pic!
She asked me ... "can you make us affix?"
I told her, "he's a poet you know!"
Truly, he is, loves his ....!
Hey ... PX ... she's single, loves to pose!
She's laid back, each valentine's loves a rose!
She asked me ... "is he a poet, how do you know?"
I told her, "he's quite the chap!"
Truly, he is, exquisitely brilliant!
Hey ... PX ... she's willing to have kids!
She's perfect in every way, loves to play!
She asked me ... "has he really got talent?"
I told her, "he's talented in more than one way!"
Truly, he is, I hope here to stay!
By Bicpen
| Author Notes | ... just for you M. |
By Bicpen
A world stage heralds recession
while mincing Monday - requires
spandex and leather
~.~
Dressed in outrageous splendour
Gimp shreds heterosexual masculinity
society's envoy becomes embroiled -
in spanking monkeys
~.~
A tamed passion burns incessantly
smothered in erotic evanescence -
moulded by scented reverence
~.~
Discarding both pomp and ceremony
erect and tall he bedazzles
bounding motion before the glory hole -
as Gimp loves the dash of the gallop
By Bicpen
The world's end
holds a golden fleece
mine a gun
its chamber holds
a golden bullet
one of a kind
ensuring peace
all
for a
fraction of the price
~.~
Some say
take treatment
or
therapy
my imagination
marches
with the devil
not for sport
alas
for security
~.~
Mesmerised
by
undulating mood
paralyzed through
surmounting doubt
a poisoned well
of
apocalyptic account
roulette
of a Russian kind
simplifies
silences
trauma
of a sadistic time
~.~
sometimes
I bite the bullet
in my mind
By Bicpen
I is ego without charm or grace
... a life of self
Today do I loathe or today do I praise
I write the elegance of being alone
~.~
People are as diseases spreading revulsion for intuition
their sarcasm rashes and blotches of poultry conversation
but I ... ego ... I am the attraction
I serve myself in lust revelry always incognito
I ...ego... sell my soul freely to a passing slave
his name is not yesterday's will but sorrow
~.~
I ... ego ... have companions all but the flesh
they strive in excellence subduing ridicule and sentiment
brashly they compel then contrast with stammering intent
brutally complacent ignoring the will of servitude
Here ... my companions thrive in irresistible consistency
shearing and contorting my mind and spirit
Here ... my companions end and I ... ego ... return
with bitter acrid scent of self-despair robbed of Pharaoh's treasure
unguarded and scant I ... ego ... am left to complain
With an aged groan in which creation is created and sustained
I... ego ... romance with pornographic renaissance
passing passion for debase nymphs
or celestial sexual intercourse
of memories without feeling
~.~
I ... ego ...
am served without compassion
I ... ego ...
am shared without care
I ... ego ...
am loved without a mask
By Bicpen
Fruit Monkeys ...
Fruit Monkeys ...
Daffy Duck
aint it a shame
Was
it
all
just a game!
| Author Notes |
This is free verse. It has as you can see a metaphor which is the fruit monkeys and an explanation which is the Daffy duck part, it also exclaims something at the end. Instead of the exclamation it could ask a question.
The line is used to punctuate and express the poem in words as the line determines a new start of speech but also can be continuous. The real difficulty you will have is to determine its reality as the free verse works best when sounding surreal but with a concrete and solidifying message. For example this poem is about abuse. The fruit Monkeys are the metaphor for the rapist who like the image are gorging and devouring on what they enjoy. The victim is then looking back over the experience and telling himself or herself what it was like. Then after reflection the exclamation is given as the abuse has never been taken seriously. |
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