of Sirens draped in Scarlet for harlots carry life into lies burning in lakes of Fire feeding rivers flowing from seven hills with stories marked of beast and bribery to sustain an Imperial Cult wo seek the Beast commonly called a Tyrant #smallpoems
@mira_2heal @RealisticPoetry 26 *symbols... Not syllables. Our letters. The fancy science word is Grapheme. Search my name for #smallpoems. Prolly have notes of nerdy grammar poems
@RealisticPoetry Polyrhythmic layering draped in odd meters pulls on tensions plunging further into a Firebird climbing between the Rites of Spring Chromaticism, bouncing on phoenix wings flapping in extreme dynamic changes upon one last build into our cathartic explosions #smallpoems
@RealisticPoetry eXplore depths of shallows by twisting toothpicks into eyelids of tidal pools a sojourn for crustaceans who can claw into deep crevices of truth swimming' below your cracked carapace #smallpoems
@RealisticPoetry Also an algorithm problem. Twitter hates lists, and sometimes, most times, poems are considered lists. We have been running the hashtag #smallpoems now for, gosh I think ten years, you need to cultivate a supportive writing community Majority of poetry should suck, math
@SgtConscript @CKikila When returns seem laudable, almost unplausible a causable catalyst maybe be Blat met the Capitalist for a company of mathematicians to always outperform competition is unmathematical market forces, that courses through the Heritage of such Foundations 1/2 #smallpoems
@RealisticPoetry Punctuation #smallpoems Ellipses of thought And queries fall Pages Fail for missing dots or for quotes never closed Needles of Spelless Merwins Truth musicians Kins of knotted Nets Casting knowledge Across an abyss Place my punctuation Oh so carefully So I sail
pain nor decency. Each layered to looms patterns in time tracking moons. As shackles shed, clearing space for freedom's pass You can choose to propel. Push freedom forward for those against the wall by making those simple calls #smallpoems 2/2
Now torrents of misery wrought by monsters as immovable walls reflect an evil so deep Gentle sloping fields used to sing to wide valleys songs carried by Greylong Geese til sun fades on whistles of Night Herons Now voices washed away but our soul still flies #smallpoems #NAFO
yet fated in concrete seal nothing more than a rabid dog descending on Human nakedness too diseased to see their demise as our only cure. #smallpoems 3/3
For evil only begins when one grasps a weighted folly nature, God, and self part and parcel to a lost essence in Hegel's Waiting Room hoping to hold THE Rose in place #smallpoems 2/3 (oops)
and when cast and crew pooled amongst fools Crazy Eights in 14 words bound to happen and the children cry By the third act relevance done and now the gun points at you (and the children smile) 3/3 #smallpoems
death told in discourses of corrective masculine. measures and acts in tongues of nihilistic danger of deconstruction of a Nation's story told in dominant voices, forgotten who will hear us, indeed? spotlights fade and the children cry 2/3 #smallpoems
@RealisticPoetry Two songs sung Sons drowned in silver tongues and Princes undone A bow, Now, to tyranny no wave washes such bite of broken promises until jaws of time ripped fang-less in our future #smallpoems #NAFO
So some get fated to Exasperated flapping To keep colonies from Collapsing By cooling combs And tomes of energy Immune to enemies Who douse Langstroth houses In mistruths Spewed from Louses To protect A honey As We. Content among flowers that surround. #smallpoems /2
in a finality of moments that break with reality form and function two rings who fit meaning playing at schemes of morality anomalies an allowance Seams cutting at edge of normality Poetry is the prick of history 2/2 #smallpoems
festering atop cinder blocks and glass of empty boxes blown out windows to look upon a courtyard crushed Yet the Oak where the children play It still stands #smallpoems