Disorganized Society

Mulling around
Feet over head
Vessels stranded aground

Shoulders of lead
Weight of the world
Fibrous temples, weak thread

Lassitude curls
Pin laden bones
To the grave, life force hurls

Disorganized society awaken

Hearts turn to stone
In fear we drown
Stitched stories we have sewn

Burdensome gown
No lesson pearled
Naked truth, the lies fall down

Energy swirls
Consciously spread
Pours over angered burl

This written in my invented Calypso form. More about this form can be found read here.

Contributed to Open Link Night at dVersepoets.com
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Additionally I need to give my gratitude to Alyce DeChant for the inspiration of this piece. In a recent myofascial and trigger point class she provided me with profound insight of the body, our true temple, and how disorganized we are in our own basic structures. The discussion surrounding her clinical theories of the nervous system gave me a deeper understanding of our connection in the flesh and bone realm.

“If you don’t structurally fix it, it just won’t change” ~ Alyce DeChant

Stitched in Time

She stitches their love in time
The loyal wife stands and gives arms
Pinned together in her divine
She stitches their love in time
Her tears sewn in his demise
The sacrifice keeps sons from harm
She stitches their love in time
The loyal wife stands and gives arms

This piece written and contributed to dVerse Poets Pub

Poetics with Mark Kerstetter
Inspired by the Art of Giorgio de Chirico
The inspiration piece I chose is titled “Hector and Andromache”
I have always enjoyed their story from The Iliad

Bottled Ambrosia

Bottled ambrosia presented
Filled with vibrations of love
Ardent for a life augmented
Bottled ambrosia presented
Touch to lips, the soul fermented
Heart and mind reach out, hand in glove
Bottled ambrosia presented
Filled with the vibrations of love

Written for One Stop Poetry’s Friday Poetically with Brian Miller
Image prompt courtesy of the talented artist Alison Jardine

Mictecacihuatl (Lady of the Dead)

She ushers death saltatory
Swallowing the stars of the day
Flor de muerta pass her glory
She ushers death saltatory
Harbinger of mortality
Sacred bones swept in her array
She ushers death saltatory
Swallowing the stars of the day

Prompt poetry inspired by the images of Brian Miller from a local El Dia De los Muertos celebration.

Since it comes from my Aztec roots it seemed a good time to get culturally inspired.
In Aztec Mythology, responsible for the first “day of the dead” celebrations and traditions, Mictecacihuatl
represents the goddess of the underworld who ushers our bones and keeps them safely looked after in the afterlife with her husband Mictlantecuhtli.

To see more of the beautiful images by Brian visit his website www.lomimonk.com and follow him on Twitter @lomimonk
Written for One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry

Merciful Release

In grace I offer this merciful release
Our differences accepted in repose
We can let the souls of all set free
In grace I offer this merciful release
We can find the road to peace
By letting the old ways decompose
In grace I offer this merciful release
Our differences accepted in repose

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