Viscous Biscuits Of our Brains Often Cant handle Mandibles Of facts That extract Truths Regurgitated, evaporated From swirls In nectar That dance in false colors All around. #smallpoems 1/
A broken Birch branch scoured in tooth spurge shadows cast dancing dirges of besmirched towers Canopy snapping fingers in rhythms that linger, Yet we do not hear on verge of surging into submerging folds of deciduous matter But for now suspended in broken reality #smallpoems
we collect cross-stitched senses of self as Poetry unfolds patterns anomolies commonly dawn on we only when they see wisp lines of truth from benign even weave in Needle minders of time written in wings of a moth made of aida cloth Basting in banality (1/2) #smallpoems
Antifa and BLM trending Patterns with coordinating conjunctions More functions of those who Ordain these matters In the scatter of botnet chatter. #smallpoems
Poetry is power is pain in loss shared experience backwards answers safe place to scream scream to place safe answers backwards experience shared loss in pain is power is poetry #smallpoems https://x.com/friede/status/1634590099609354245
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to hedge a bet at precipice of humanity despots pour porridge of insanity which alleges knowledge at ledges and wedges that dredge the lowest common denominator Sludge drudged for haters and splainers The loons who swoon over Baffoons and goons #smallpoems #NAFO 1/2
Umbrella bent into cold Winter rain, listless shield held firmly into winds pelting at misery's scars A monument of futility stone carved by sideways shrapnel striking with bitter cold Forlorn and soaked she marches on #smallpoems #mastoprompt
Listening to the #YokelLocal #clmooc global poetry hour show from #ds106radio https://bit.ly/3lu2Xwd This was such a fun #covid project from Scotland, Australia, Ghana, and United Stated of America, #WritingCommunity #smallpoems
Together they heard. Heard colors brightly reflecting off each note, Sweet hues a sound, pulling prisms down beat as feet swept in galaxies who fold in cacophonies untold #MastoPrompt #smallpoems
Truth. We don't really know. More a dough; pleas which we kneed. Fingers, press, oozing in rising reality while bubbles of fate escape in spaces and folds of skin #smallpoems #mastoprompt
Seek not those who fold all that is told into answers. Monuments of arguments dancers who, fate has sealed into place towering over those with less power. #smallpoems 1/2
Bonk (n.) Verb meaning #antidote, a remedy to set them right as to facts. Most nonsense spread by ignorance not wickedness Foes tell of collapse, yet where does this anarchy exist? A few hired gazetteers repeat lies For most ingested perspectives. #smallpoems #nafo 1/2
Let no mother #Shriek No More not for a Fallen Son, torn from this world A Sacrifice to hatred boiling over with History's ghosts and howls of shrieking mothers who could not answer the call of another Fallen Son #smallpoems