ataraxia - original poem

 ataraxia

show me first-handedly

that hopes of ataraxia

are not a mere myth

not a green ancient dragon

locked behind bars and beams

sleeping on heaps of gold

rubies, gems, and rarities

for all the worries, doubts,

and shameful resentments

get stuck in the pits

of the metal barred beams

trapped at the gumline

dripping fungal blood

on his stained teeth

a physical reminder

of the flaneur's existence

the speed of hope

running track and field

and the myth of ataraxia

protecting the gems

of human philosophy

under his inflamed breath

and dense dreaming head

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16663127-ataraxia-by-Colvet

cancer [white queen bee] - original poem

cancer [white queen bee]

cutting off the wing

of the sacred queen bee

retiring into old age

involuntarily

cut the head off

of the white mother queen

her mental gymnastics

tore a cosmic seam

in the dualistic

symmetrical chess board

and now the head

lays shrunken

devoid of any life

yet still mumbling little lies

white bleached lies

fearful theatrics of evil

fantasies of bubonic plagues

ravaging and raping

pillaging and doing thy might

in the name

of Lord Satan

on some old

dirty dusty ass

Midwestern country

Ohioan bumfuck road

you must have saw him

stared into those same

garnet crystallized eyes

and you decided not

to turn the other cheek

rather opened him up

into the wand of your hand

to the traumas in your backpack

nestled beneath your large water jug

and now your soul

lays dehydrated

decrepit

and lost

and so it sits

lacking any air

shrinking in my hand

fading into red rusty dust

take care of your cancer

immediately

for mother is waiting

the white queen bee

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16659821-cancer-white-queen-bee-by-Colvet

file cabinet hiding spot - original poem

 

file cabinet hiding spot

mauve stains

and purple pricks

dithered randomly

beneath hot

pink inflamed tissue

the nonchalant nibbles

and dark atonements

living in the mind

of the slasher who forgot

his Halloween mask

but his rips and tears

are still penned pliantly

on my shattered shell of skin

coiling in mechanical symphony

turning in a musical escape

from the sad landscape

and the palms of our brains

painted on the rosy checks

of innocent children

none the wiser

to the tributary currents

or age-old curtains

and trade-kept secrets

luring one to the shadows

of helplessness

in the file cabinet

of personal accountability

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16657869-file-cabinet-hiding-spot-by-Colvet

paleobotanist - original poem

paleobotanist

the paleobotanist

will be sure to find a cure

"the only one left

in this hyper-sphere

of the soiled universe"

remarks the weary cyclops

the final key

to advanced

xeno-morphogenesis

must be hidden

avoiding hydrolysis

beneath the moldy

green carpeted layers

of Saturn's

reproducing flower ports

dangling and drooping

off its unreal rings 

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16656090-paleobotanist-by-Colvet

midnight moon - original poem

 midnight moon

you did me dirty

midnight moon

but I offer no resentful

or vengeful notes of anger

for your fangs to latch onto

the hand-drawn black box

on the backside of my neck

blocks the only biological gateway

between my own armor

and the glowingness of you

thick black ink

serving as rubber cement

securing the dusty old gate

finally in its resting place

so I will not resort to violence

or misdirected hatred

for only our midnight moon

is left to shimmer

in the fields of our clouds

above where the other brethren

were all cast out of Heaven

leaving only their ugly

dusty vibrant entrails

squirming in the sky

still observable

on our modern telescope

as periscopic mystic codes

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16654891-midnight-moon-by-Colvet

Bookman - original poem by Sasha Logan

Bookman

A wealthy man shows intellect,

from pondering his manuscripts.

He’s never been on ship nor train,

to see the world, he’s too afraid.

For now he cowers inside his room,

content to watch the flowers bloom.

Roses and wildflowers from his window,

same books and view from his youth. 

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16681107-Bookman-by-Sasha-Logan

C.J. Cherryth Covers #1

Taking a look at some of the amazing cover art found on the sci-fi and fantasy novels written by the prolific writer C.J. Cherryth.  I still have to dive into this author's work and I think I will start with the Cyteen series since I have all three in the series unless anyone has any better suggestions.