Category: Poetic Transposition

The Monstrous Other

On By dancingpalmtreesIn An Acquired Taste, Fusion Poetry, Hodgepodge Poetry, Poems, Poetic Transposition, Poetry, Prose and Poetry, The Monstrous Other, Uncategorized1 Comment

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The Monstrous Other

An Acquired Taste

Knowing winks and smiles exchanged as we passed each other in the hallways and I could see you through your window which faced mine across the way. She was an acquired taste which compelled both men and women to sample the wares.

Broadshire, Brock, Bicklebum & Looney

All late but not so great. Ice tinkling in her glass of sherry. Dream Catchers for the Dead.

Botox Bitches Trust Fund Hoes having caramel and chocolate dreams.

Society matrons with devious intent. Painted ponies being paraded around the room. Door to Door Equines once thoroughbreds not just painted nags.

Paleface bitches play judge, jury and executioner over darker tones.

No more putting up with white cracker nonsense being berated and belittled everyday.

Now the African Queen will arise!

Super proud of Colin Kaepernick and Nike.

I will buy Nike sneakers.

As for the white people burning Nike sneakers those are the same ones in pointed white hoods burning crosses. Getting upset about Nike decision but white folks comfortably enjoying their privilege while Black people are subjected to discrimination, bigotry and racism on a daily basis.

Served my country four years in the United States Army but my first name is still nigger and my last name bitch.

One day a Silent Hello Kitty will break free.

A Voice once silenced has now returned

The Nubian Ninja Reigns and Rules

“Trolls, I’m not here for your white supremacist, racist consumption” https://medium.com/@LeciaMichelle/trolls-im-not-here-for-your-white-supremacist-racist-consumption-5b40acef7693

ASLEEP

On By dancingpalmtreesIn Afroid Dreams of Salvation, Ayahuasca, Between Earth and Heaven, Dreams, Dreams Fallen Down in a Well, DreamScape Kaleidoscope, Earth, Earth Zones, Fusion Poetry, Hodgepodge Poetry, Multiverse, Pods, Poems, Poetic Transposition, Poetry, Prose and Poetry, Rain Forest, Seer, Uncategorized, Vision, Vision Quest, Visions7 Comments

 

 

Asleep

 

I FELL into sleep becoming asleep eventually landing elsewhere.

 

Was it a parallel universe or an alternate reality?

I astral planed across the Multiverse dropping pieces of me wherever I landed.

The pieces planted took root and grew. Spreading myself throughout the Cosmos.

Everywhere is a seedling and a pod. Each pod is ready to be launched into dimensions and seasons yet to be born..

I drank the psychedelic brew. My innards erupted like a brewing thundering threatening volcano.  Explosion of volcanic ash and lava vomiting up brains, burning acids, guts and false notions. Distance tore through my cerebral cortex.

My stone heart turned flesh.  The sky, earth and seas faded away.  Sounds of sand animals,grass, birds, trees, grew silent.  Only my internal vibrations grew louder.

Drifting above the clouds I finally landed in what appeared to be a garage.  No cars. No trucks. No buses.  In fact no vehicles of any type, make or model.

Then I felt the thunder inside my bones.  I projectile spewed poisonous bile filled with scorpions, snakes and vultures.

Every piece of scar tissue on my broken body began to stretch and contort. Tendrils of brightly colored misty fog danced around me chanting in faint tongues.  Seconds, minutes, hours once fleeting gestures became stop motion audibles available only to me.

Two sets of hands one from the sky canopy the other set bursting from the earth zones grabbed and twisted me violently jerking my joints snapping my bones.

Visions melted before my eyes.  My extremities disconnected from my torso turning to mist and fog.  Spun silk swaddled me from birth to winding sheet.

 

Three sets of Gossamer wings sprouted from my back, shoulders and waist.  Like a human cannon ball I exploded into tiny kaleidoscope pieces of gems and jewels.

 

Vaulting  from the atmosphere my body careened around corners narrowly missing those ancient Pearly Gates picking up speed like a runaway freight train derailed from its course I will Live forever transcending logic.  Into new and mysterious truths.

 

Dreams and visions diffuse through my being.  Suffusing internal osmosis.   Breaking apart chaos.  Through synchronicity I was birthed into a trans-mortal being defying gravity, time and space.  Infused with crystal clear definition.

The Rain-forest applauded me.

For I am the Visionary.  The Seer.  The Oracle.

 

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An Overgrown Pond

On By dancingpalmtreesIn Dali, Fusion Poetry, Hodgepodge Poetry, Koi Pond, Maple leaf rag - Scott Joplin, Piano, Poems, Poetic Transposition, Poetry, Prose and Poetry, Surrealism, Surrealists, The Entertainer by Scott Joplin, Uncategorized7 Comments

 

 

 

An OverGrown Pond

 

Where the Koi Jumped for Joy into the sky for the water comes from the sky then returns to the sea

Pistons, electrons, neutrons

 

 

 

 

 

By a Picnic Table caught up in sand

Beside a Piano wrapped around a tree

Where I had cracked an egg filled with red ants over his face

Where once I had tried two more times to plant myself on the portico of the place I had lived posthumously

Every day he would come to the drawing room dressed in a new wig and caftan ready to work on his latest illustrated sonata.

His goal ~~ The Chapel where the outline of an over grown cherub with upturned mustaches, a five o’clock shadow, cigar and swollen gonads graced the ceiling

 

In Her Long Flowing Caftan expectations were high.  Higher than ever before

As she crafted her Caftan Swung to and fro in the Breezes

Swirling & Twirling like a dance in Homage to the Muses and Goddesses of Ancient Times

Swaying Sometimes Billowing Out

Billowing Waving Flapping in Upturned Winds

Powered by gusts of frenetic kinetic energy her billowing Caftan swept over the town and villages spitting out flags, Semi-phores, and coded messages to family cemeteries

Leaving behind satisfied scripts which she added to her burgeoning collection

 

Sending Signals across the Mesa

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then the Joyful Koi began to play Ragtime 

They jumped up and struck the keys in sequence creating beautiful melodies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Listen for My Name

On By dancingpalmtreesIn Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia, Fusion Poetry, Hodgepodge Poetry, Listen For My Name, Poems, Poetic Transposition, Poetry, Poetry for Peace, Prose and Poetry, Sequoia, Uncategorized3 Comments

 

 

Listen For My Name

 

If I had Listened for my Name I would have heard the Sweet Silent Saint Speaking & Calling of Destiny beyond my Brittle Brain.  I am a series of abandoned places and misplaced faces turning, churning learning.

If I had Listened for My Name I would have escaped the Family Plot and Indecent Mausoleum that keeps my bones on ice.  Dust would not have gathered in splotches and griefs within crevasses of spirit and soul.

If I had Listened For My Name my world would burst forth, setting free oceans of galaxies. Seas of synchronicity.

If I had Listened For My Name I would not have signed away my hopes and dreams into obligations and duties.

I would not be a lost one looking for a home.  Sequoias and sand bid me entrance. Forest and Green Hills bid me Welcome.

That voice though unintelligible yet distinct was getting louder and more insistent on being heard.

I a Scavenger of Blues  spread stardust seeds from journey seeking the Traveler.  An impenetrable Limbo foggy and heavy misty prior to a storm.  So difficult that staying afloat feels like drowning. My views are behind a steel cage.

The Storm arrives to clear the air.

Muddled Dreams and Visions receive clarification when passing through hurricanes and tornadoes.

For I am Most Awake When Dreaming.

 

Life Beyond, Behind and Through Green Cauls

 

Copious amounts of letters, alphabets, symbols and gibes fell to the floor.  Some fell into gestures others were barely held together by periods, adjectives, commas, semi-colons, verbs and apostrophes.  Weak chain links that were often smashed into derpish grins.

 

My Muse sprinkled the fallens with Holy Water and Anointing Oil keeping rigor mortis from settling in.  Here and There Muse Traveler plants and picks, prunes and shears. Preparing the landscape.

Mystic + Muse Join Forces with the Traveler Leading the Way Home.

My Name is planted deeply within foraging for nourishment.  Perpetuating eternal root systems

Once again I must Pray my Unconscious into Being.

 

This prose poem inspired by My Ghana SiStar and Sister-Friend  Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia 

https://amoafowaa.com/2018/01/26/if-i-had-listened-to-maame-crazy-stanzas/

 

https://amoafowaa.com/2018/01/27/%E2%80%8Bwhat-you-dont-see/

 

 

L Train Views & Vistas from Broadway Junction

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Giles and Niles Poetry Brothel

On By dancingpalmtreesIn Fusion Poetry, Hodgepodge Poetry, Poems, Poetic Transposition, Poetry, Prose and Poetry, Uncategorized2 Comments

 

 

Giles and Niles Poetry Brothel

 

Where the Aliens communicate with you via your headphones, headset or ear buds.  That’s not the heating system turning on that’s the spaceships from Mars and Venus landing on Earth.

Calm pebbles on a lonely beach.  The precursor to walking out a 10th Floor Window.

Rollicking Rivers have been testaments to many a debauchery.

A Vortex of Sex and Drudgery created by a fracture.  A fracture of faith, morals and betrayal.

Soon the curtain will drop on the Clown Prince of Gigolos. 

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