Existential Punk

Death Of A Bug

This was inspired by a true story from my childhood!

Death Of A Bug

by Adele Sakler

my friend screamed at the site

of the creepy little bug.

she pleaded for me to

stomp and smush it into

a pulverized lump.

instead of thanking me, she

called me a bug murderer,

shaming me, shaming me,

pulling me to a funeral

for a damn bug!

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Arachnid

This is an acrostic of the phrase, 'in the attic', and was inspired by Rita Dove's poem, 'In the Bulrush'.

Arachnid

by Adele Sakler

i hide my treasures in the

nasty and dusty attic.

tombs and dark sepulchers a

haven for spiders,

each spinning their webs. moldy

aromas fill my senses

to remind me where my treasures lie,

to remind me where my treasures lie.

i retreat to my treasures,

chuckling mischievously,

kindred in spirit, weaving my web.

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Wistfully Yearning

Wistfully Yearning

by Adele Sakler

wistfully yearning,

richly pensive,

icing on my cake.

tombs enshrining my demons,

inducing a magical spell.

no desire for you,

go away and take no more from me!

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Suicide Systems & Absolution

i was visiting my friend Becky's missional quaker community, midtown friends community, last evening with Mushu! They had an Ignatian Examen service. There was a line in the media presentation that read 'suicide systems' and i wrote this acrostic poem during the service.

Suicide Systems

by Adele Sakler

surely G-D

understands and

internalizes all

crying eyes and

internalizes all

death and destruction

everywhere.

surely G-D does

yearn for wide-open

spaces in our hearts in order

to

employ

her majesty in

spectacular ways.

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During the Examen period of the gathering i also wrote this poem as an inspiration from the concept of absolution.

Absolution

by Adele Sakler

Absolutely i forgive you

because you first forgave me.

sorrow and pain i

i offer up to you with

long-stretched arms.

upward i look to thee

thanking you eternally.

i have never known the

outpouring of your love as i have in the dark

night of my soul.

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Ghosts Of My Past

Ghosts of My Past

by Adele Sakler

wistfully yearning,

rightfully pensive,

icing on the cake,

tombs

ingratiate themselves

next to the

ghosts of my past.

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Fear and Trembling

Fear and Trembling

by Adele Sakler

fear and trembling

my heart screams at me all day

falling down on knees

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Fear

Fear

by Adele Sakler

for too long,

everyday i've lived in

absolute fear of

racing and never finishing.

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Rain Soaked

Rain Soaked

by Adele Sakler

for a long time, as

each year of my life has passed, i have

assimilated fear and

rejection of myself, acting as an

outcast.

fearful of failure but

wishing i could express the

rain soaked, raw emotions

inside my

timid being,

not knowing how to let

go and just write.

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Liminal Spaces

Liminal Spaces

by Adele Sakler

limping along

i trudge through this phase of

my life looking for

insight into all the unanswered questions

nigh as time draws near i feel some

answers are approaching, a

liminal space where

spades can dig out the

pain and wounding.

away with you

cunning lies and

everlasting harm

sucking the life out from under my skin.

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Full As A Tick

Full As A Tick

by Adele Sakler

fuck this lyme disease

under my skin

living off of my

life.

ask not if it could enter my body,

shattering my life

as i've never really known.

toxic bacteria

infecting my entire being, making me

crazy and i'm wanting to

kick your ass.

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