Polymerization

I wrote two poems with different forms of constraint and then put them together into a separate poem. This isn't a love poem, but two different poems became one, so I figured I use two hearts as art.

Polymerization

 

Part 1: Necronomicon

Trauma of a Necronomicon      

Hail angel headed remnants of         

Paraplegic frequencies like    

Pins and needles in my cerebral           

 

I bury a life revivified a             

Trauma of a Necronomicon

Volatile violets violate   

The sanctuary’s virtue displaced 

 

I perish in a wall of fire        

I bury a life revivified         

Trauma of a Necronomicon  

Silence isolates a vagabond  

 

In the dusk’s debris of destiny  

I perish in a wall of fire   

I bury life revivified a

Trauma of a Necronomicon 

 

In the dusk’s debris of destiny

I perish in a wall of fire

I bury a life revivified

Trauma of a Necronomicon

 

Part 2: Home Is a Construct We See, Not a Place

 

I found myself in forests of gargoyles

That foliage flora arranged warriors

Euphoria perched on dirt by birch orchid     

The overture thirsts for the birds’ new voices    

 

They sing like strings of violins unhinged of        

Vintage of rhythm, sinister symphony          

Riveted instruments dissonance signals  

Visceral windows to infidels’ sentinel  

 

And if I am to leave this land and go back 

Home to Pakistan, I will not breed reality      

To mountain dreams and fields of green   

I come to plant a vigilante, inside

 

The civilization, Scandinavia

 

I come to plant a vigilante, inside

To mountain dreams and fields of green

Home to Pakistan, I will not breed reality

And if I am to leave this land and go back

 

Visceral windows to infidels’ sentinel

Riveted instruments of dissonance signals

Vintage of rhythm, sinister symphony

They sing like strings of violins unhinged

 

The overture thirsts for the birds’ new voices

Euphoria perched on dirt by birch orchid

That foliage flora arranged warriors   

I find myself in forests of gargoyles

 

 

Part 3: War

 

In dusk’s debris of destiny

The overture thirsts for the birds’ new voices

I bury life revivified

To mountain dreams and fields of green

The sanctuary’s virtue displaced

They sing the strings of violins unhinged of

Trauma of a Necronomicon

Euphoria perched on dirt by birch orchid

I perish in a wall of fire

Home to Pakistan, I will not breed reality

Pins and needles in my cerebral

Visceral windows to infidels’ sentinel

Silence isolates a vagabond

And if I am to leave this land and go back

Volatile violets violate

I come to plant a vigilante, inside

Paraplegic frequency’s like

That foliage flora arranged warriors

Trauma of a Necronomicon

Vintage rhythm, sinister symphony

Hail angel headed remnants of

Riveted instruments dissonance signals

Trauma of a Necronomicon

I found myself in forests of gargoyles

I bury life revivified

The foliage flora arranged warriors

I perish in a wall of fire

The overture thirsts for the birds’ new voices

I bury life revivified

I found myself in forests of gargoyles

Trauma of a Necronomicon

To mountain dreams and fields of green

 

Lifeblood buried solitary, now

Feed the involuntary heartbeats of the

Trees, pockmarked by the faded darkness

Of beings, who sold their humanity for lost

 

Beliefs, which sleep beside me, silently

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[apennylate]

...........Mate.......... I RARELY am impressed... I VERY RARELY feel threatened in terms of skill. If I am being honest, this terrifies me... You are a savant... All hail your writing... I am now a huge fan, and this was incredible... I can not even fully wrap my head around some of it... The dissonance you create with your word-use and connections... You seem to enjoy flow landscape as much as I do... Gorgeous, and a huge fan of old school yu-gi-oh... So of course I saw the title and jumped right at it... It is masterfully chosen... Masterfully written, incredibly efficient poem... Pure mastery... Did I mention its badass?!?!?!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

My dude, thank you so much for the kind words! I worked on this poem using certain constraints, 9 meter for the first part, 11 for the second, and also reused lines in both parts to make a more powerful mesmerizing poem. I'm happy to hear it turned out well! Yu-gi-oh and magic the gathering are hands down the best card games, I don't think anyone else could tell me otherwise. Flow landscape is essential to my style, much like yours. I've read a lot of your poems, and let me tell you, I've always looked up to your work as a fellow writer. Keep writing up storms, and I'll drop by every now and then to review those whirlwinds of words. Always happy to write more when others show love for my work.

Peace and poetry!

[apennylate]

My dude... So sorry I missed this... Was caught up in defending your honor! Lolol... Anyways... I was gonna say, it looks like my style, but more fun... More awesome, and more... Stylish, haha... Thanks so much, mate... That is a treasure to hear, and I hope to keep inspiring writers like you... Just outright insane work... Keep at it... I got a thing or two to learn...

[barleygirl]

I am impressed that your mind runs in such interesting channels that weave together like ribbons of a very old streambed. I did not relate to p.1 becuz imagery is unfamiliar to me, so I wasn't picturing things as much. P.2 was very vivid for me, with a ton of relatable imagery, yet highly unexpected & uninhibited. I do not follow your writing on a cerebral track very much, it's more about hearing your word clusters, how they sound together & how your phrasing shows off a love of writing (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

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Incomparably great poems, the first part touched me the most and it was enjoyable to go through all the lines. Great write, that's all I had to say.
Good Luck!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thanks Aurora! Always happy to hear the poem was enjoyable. I'm taking a look at the collab now, and I'll get back to you soon.

[Pete]

dark and morbid. all 3 are good. i tried to focus on each part's title/description as i read. you have a very unique way of weaving words together to create frightening imagery and you even invent new words. makes a strong lasting impact albeit disturbing ... :)

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you so much for reading Pete, I'm relieved I was able to pull off the melancholy feel I was looking for. A lot of stuff has been going on lately, but I'm still writing, so there will be more in the future. Of course, I'll be looking for your next poem as well. :)

[Ghost writer]

I didn't really understand the first part, I guess I just didn't get what you were saying.
The second part was good and I enjoyed it.
Then in the third part I thought they meshed together well but I prefer the second part to the third, I think it was better by itself.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Understandable, everyone has their favourite parts of a poem. There will be more coming in the future, just need to get to crafting more from the bits and pieces I have scattered around my electronic devices. There are a lot of half finished poems that need to be stitched into a quilt worthy of being shared.

[Ghost writer]

I have so many of those too.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Yeah, I wish I could be more organized, but there's so much writing on my mind that some slip through the cracks. I'm sure it's the same with you and many others. Hard to not have unfinished work.