Muddied, turbulent waters
In the Church of Smyrna
Wash away the defenses
Cannot control the senses
Wave of lust, joint rust
No ears to listen
To intuition
Manifestation pulls
A disappearing act
Sacrum out of whack
I fight back
With Solfeggio raps
Vibrational taps
Below the navel
I think I’ve nailed
It this time!
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Author:
Mutley Ravishes (
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Whether aging or just a bad day this poem speaks of assessing one's body and correcting the problems. Nicely written and fun at the same time.
Thanks Soren. I was speaking to a certain form of compulsive habit and how to deal with it through the body instead of the usual endless talking! Not to say that talking is useless, but can it reach the the ocean floor?!
Sometimes actions are better than words, an enjoyable and entertaining read
For sure! Thanks for dropping by.
You are very welcome
It's a touchy subject: we definitely don't want to nail him again.
For sure. Just the 5 senses, not the man!
Great write
Thanks, Tony. Now I'll get back to cleaning up that church!
You're welcome
This poem evokes a sense of both physical and emotional wearinessn; also it is a vivid, emotionally charged piece that delves into the complexities of inner struggles and the quest for balance and healing. Your use of rich metaphors and dynamic language creates an immersive experience. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you! It's a long old battle. I'm working on a knockout punch!
I’m at blue corner with towel and water bottle…and plaster 🙏🏻👍🏻
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