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Poetry, Prose &Suche Vol. II
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Poetry, Prose &Suche Vol. II

Denigrate: to defame; to darken or discolour; to become worthless

A soul composed of courage seeks redemption through faith in life.


Contents

. dispose . despair . denigrate . denounce


Denigrate

to defame

to darken or discolour

to become worthless


WIND TORN SHAME

rising up before

my own nauseated mind

because it's not the first time

I've found myself

dizzying my swerve

second guessing what I deserve—

today I became

everything I loathed

and what's more

the rift of pain

is all I can cry for

pry this dying from

the fighting fit of a little girl

in my heart

the torment of such joys

tease social paradigms

and if only I can reject

engrained ideas of perfection'

I could let this be

but may there never be

tormented love in my life

I vowed long ago

to banish that ship to far away shoreline

so then I can swim safely and free

in a sea

taking tides in stride

and avoiding calamity

of the sails whips

whispers through their boughs

I could sense and see

those undertows

from a safe distance

that is the condition

my heart demands

at this parting of winds

I find the time— let shine

be damned if stormed minds

take deck or have say

I repeat

as words of reassurance

when the world can’t deliver me

the ideas I have about safety and security

there is always those in time

never chase around for chimes

my heart knows its own rhyme

to raise up shame and blast its tarp

for wind blows it apart from me.


ALRIGHT

Every sense of vague is a memory
of every single one of the temporal discrepancies
in outer space flights passing through our bodily rights

So who sets the lines with the lines of the crazy
when people are trying to rewrite history

the order of that which generates life

I demand

and screw for a screeching halt
to the sips on the tilted invention making

rhetoric up

calling interdependency, co as if

each one was alone

so while the affectations

dump their whole damn cup on my head

I’ve been baptised already

by blood and water of life

so little to no tendency

have I to conform to absurdity

absconded from the confines of the dark minds
those who feign to do much

yet little in reality

to pacify anyone’s pain

and delight in the tears before my eyes

this is it, the only now
until the next one pleads again—

why ask for freedom

and wait
for the agency to create

our own happy endings

carrying upon our backs

entire stories in tow

someone had the nerve to say
I'm so full of it

so why don't you come
get some of whatever it you mean
make like you already know me

pretending we’ve lived lifetimes before.

so believe me or not

I am here to help you learn

to move your own way
despite his diction

and while more than a little bit

difficult to discern
freedom is found just off the ramp

from the wheel of self-destruction
let no apprehensions
keep me, from living a life
worth remembering

gone down from my crazy horse
after I rode back on the wings
of a spirited memory
I'm alright
feeling better about
what life allows to

be made of me.


CATCH MY BREATH

walking bare foot through the sidewalks of my time
I'm dreaming before ever stepping into bed
in a place of white that looks lies

and less like love
the dignity in which soul roves
over plains of indiscernible rows

but let me catch my breath
may I please, paraphrase here
and catch my breath

it's a start, a slight of heart by making peace with the past
from a view, as minuscule as the thief of desire
dancing in the trough and stirring up the thoroughfare

but let me catch my breath
may I please, paraphrase here
and catch my breath

it's been a busy week and I can't seem to keep up
attempting never before seen feats
my mind running, at least ten steps ahead

I approach the comfort of a palm

within the inner turmoil a dignified well of tranquility
delighting dances of aromatic benevolence
round the corner of betterment in each breath

may I please, paraphrase here
and catch my breath

catch my breath.


HOLDING TO STILL

In lapses of mere melted flakes, flippant

kissed lids, seconds fell as snow

twinkling lashes danced

flutter, rise and sigh.

Open, not tonight

a watch we never are strike

Keen on queues

we hold our breath

nearing the entrance

the song’s lumen fell

a prior press of reassurance

his eyes matched

to light each move

swiftly and hush

fevered adoration

for an adornment of

impeccable timing

I knew that kind of love

was for-ever binding.


© Mari Amman. All Rights Reserved.

Poetry, Prose &Suche VOL II.

First edition 2023, electronic distribution. Text and Images by Mari Amman.

The poems contained within this volume were drafted circa 2006-2009, in Chicago, USA, and edited during spring 2023 in Paris, France, with the enormous support of The Trélex Residency.

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