Divinely Opiate
nephilimic wings
sprout from a cybernetic
scapulae
she had no idea
what she was
just a thin line of ore
embedded in golden lanugo
hinted at the treasure
found within the cell
embryonic, eukaryotic
pinion promises
ribs, quills, and feathers
copper and iron wired
charged from interplay
cation and anion
faith and reason
dark matter and exotic energy
an unexpected android angel
cast from the vortex
gifted to soil and terra
caught up within
gossamer netting
an earthly heaven
a hologram projected
upon a softly focused
material matrix
soften your gaze
bestow a feathery touch
harsh reality blurs to beauty
a singularity dissolves
returns possibility
orphaned stray
struggle and suffer
there is no escaping
this being
still and relent
transcend and take flight
float upon spacetime waves
divinely opiate
Shall I Compare Thee to a Charging Rhino
Romantic love, the most Machiavellian of tricksters
Does not exist, persist, insist … to make you happy
It’s conception, is for the proliferation
Of sappy rom-coms, agony aunts
and soiled nappies
I’m aware
This makes me sound like a spoilsport
a Nelly of the negative sort
Or in the very least
A blabber-mouth of the kind most immensely huge
Outing Nature, her seductively cruel subterfuge
Truth-telling time
To romantic love …
I’m actually a soft touch
Once you get past my fifty armed ninjas
Designer hair-shirt and protruding rhinoceros tusk
But why the sadomasochistic-determination
The flea-bitten, dogged selective-continuation
When the ever-arising expectations elicited
Lead to growing disappointments
and satisfaction deficits
To exhume the nuggets
of a long-since dead philosopher
Iconoclast, ne’er-do-well
and un-intended rabble-rouser
Socrates o’pined an unexamined life
was not worth living
Now here’s a unemployed
dress-wearing, street-denizen
A girl wouldn’t have minded dating
Romantic love for all its rough-play
and reneged promises
Whispered sweet-nothings
and bellowed-is that all there is
Romantic love
For those who put their tender Psyche
under a sharp, penetrating microscope
And Cupid with his hemlock-drenched arrows
doesn’t leave them a cat-loving misanthrope
Well then …
Romantic love and its aforementioned
diapered and divinely fickle messenger
Become gurus-extraordinaire
the most spiritual, if promiscuous ...
sorry what’s your last name again ...
Desire-inspiring tutors
A note on stanza three
To a charging white rhino
And not a summer’s day
A lover once compared me
In my striving for good humour
And a nod to his much-needed defence
I stopped my stomping about
And took it as a compliment
Binary Clashes
binary clashes
zeroes at war
with the ones
over what gramps
said
me, a girl
striving for love
lost in the simulation
Sunny Blue
sunny blue skies
warm, soft breeze
cherry blossoms
in the wind
I am loved
a bounty of gifts
time
no additional
praise required
Parched
parched lands
fields violet rinsed
blonde smells
of petrichor, promised
nirvana
Split
seeds split, buds bloom
fruit in the garden; tremors
ideas sprout in my mind
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Words and Poetry are my own. Images are co-created with AI, Grok. They result from verbal cue given to a photo generator. All images were prompted with my word. Divinely Opiated is published Domesticate the Heavens. Shall I Compare Thee is published in Monsters, Avatars, and Angels. Binary Clashes, Sunny Blue, Parched, and Split were published on th X Social Media platform. Monsters, Avatars, and Angels, Domesticate the Heaves, and other titles are available in paperback or digital through amazon and your local libraries and bookstores. Click on any title below to further explore and support my writing.
