lets shuck these green folds of
corn skin that cover me
my kernel is sweet
I am….
rows and rows of friends
walking stiffly forward
a drama unplanned, randomly perfect,
an organised chaos
I in my gold pants and flourishing breasts
like waterfalls of flesh
sun bleached dunes
parting veils
dripping butter
smiling in a tempest of
spices
feet
personality
This is magical…..
a world
where a kernel of corn
is the meaning of life
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
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Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
Magical indeed!
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smiling
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Had I heard words like that when I was growing up…I’d never left the farm. 🙂 A most delightful write.
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its a romantic view 🙂
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Oh mmmmmmmmyyyyyyy…
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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Short, staccato lines stacked up like corn. Beautiful.
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hadn’t noticed that! great x
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Such a strong poem. Beautiful, sensual, and amazing!!
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thankyou
came from the great cornfield in the sky
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I am hominy in your hands 🙂 a fine poem and matching art.
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first i had to look up hominy…. thank you, mushy gritty potentially tasty one!
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One can never pass a chance to be “corny”. Hominy is very popular in the USA south where it is served with gravy and butter in a variety of ways.
But on the serious side, I very much enjoy your art.
– bw
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Thankyou I can’t seem to stop making the art.. its an affliction! I am afflicted with the tendency to make art….
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perhaps a divine madness only for the chosen 🙂
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ahhh divine madness, if it isn’t a title for book or painting already then it should be xxx
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erudite ? 🙂
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splendor splitting open !
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!!
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Beautiful! I love the artwork too – did you do it?
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thank you so much for your comment! Yep, all art work is mine My latest page of work is at http://www.artofkundalini.weebly.com if you’re interested xx
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Love this! K
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thankyou xx
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a world
where a kernel of corn
is the meaning of life
How true for us here where the corn/maize is life itself. It determines our survivial. Well done with this 🙂
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Thankyou, I hadn’t made the connection properly before reading your comment but now I am seeing clearly….xx
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Impressive. A poem about corn that isn’t corny really shows off your talent.
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hahahahaha! thankyou x
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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Lovely! The artwork complements it so beautifully too, as if she has indeed raised her arms to peel away the cornsilk and reveal all that loveliness.
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oh thank you!
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You are a beautiful and joyous soul and your poetry releases such an amazing scent that I wonder why I don’t come as often as I should!
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OH thank you xxx I have been away a bit myself xxx
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