by Earl Schumacker |
Categories:
age, beauty, betrayal, mother daughter, social, success, time,
Super Sonic Sonnet
Complete are my lover’s thoughts in dark brier
With airs of aristocracy’s sweet critique
Her mind takes flight, a supersonic liar
Smiles warmth wears deceit like a prize unique
What grows outside your lovely courtyard facade?
Quadrangular, fortified thick gray walls
Hubris, incongruous, flourishing macabre
Infamous fragile beauty flaws, that’s all
Speeding to the grave, your love is there, dead
Daughters take the splendor, learn mother’s ways
Build other fortresses, stronger, to life’s dread
Days go by, to ponder the doomed accolades
Destinations for lovers and daughters pass
Become the past without wealth that never lasts
by Kristen Varwig |
Categories:
love, science
Without warning, he asks me
And our energy becomes potential.
Stretched by my inertia and his kinetic force,
The whole cannot remain constant.
The velocity is staggering before I say a word.
We are accelerating through supersonic silence,
His question hanging, creating shock waves
That radiate, exploding the sky.
He is drowning in this supernova suicide,
And I, as his companion in this
Binary system, cannot outshine him
Nor can I resist his mass as we collapse
Underneath the weight of this gravity.
"Is this love?" he asks again, as we spiral,
Twisted together and fragmented.
"Is this love?"
And my answer comes beyond the event horizon.
by Thabang Ngoma |
Categories:
love, science fiction,
At the speed of light, I hear your scream
I wake up in a galaxy of dreams
Your restless thoughts shatter my sleep
But I dare not take a step
On this terra firma of alien giants
Our love is the size of ants
In-between toenails and craters of decay
Will our love survive the day?
Their bellowed shouts are supersonic
Emit an evil high frequency static
How will I ever hear your heart speak,
Or know of the love you seek?
Your flesh preserved in a spacesuit
My mind covered in your bodysuit
An intergalactic love story about to be told
In this epic war of the worlds
by Alayande Stephen |
Categories:
education, life, people,
Sycophancy they celebrate
Insolvency they worship
Profligacy they cherish
Grandiosity they love.
Impudence remains a force
To reckon with
Indolence rewarded
Amidst pomp and pageantry
Intolerance to dissent
Views became the hallmark
Thesis plagiarizing became licit
Academic placid legitimatised
Megabyte prowling encouraged
Supersonic pillaging sanctioned
Persecution became acceptable
Intimidation remains excusable
Exploitation officially allowable
All these only during the
Dark days of an “Ifa priest”
With the so called magic wand
In the garden of life
Christen U and I.
by Anisha Dutta |
Categories:
depression, emotions, feelings, loneliness, romantic, sick, solitude, song,
Sick Solitude Andaree
I felt so sick in the sublime solitude
Your song of love started with prelude
I was charmed in great lyric
Deeply romantic
Not at all
Sick
Over all
Seemed supersonic
Fabulously fantastic
Interlude concluded in postlude
I felt so sick in the sublime solitude.
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