Above the pristine, blue lake mountains stand
Shrubs and yellow flowers surround on land
Could this be heaven? Garden of Eden?
Reflection in water is of God’s hand
I visit here to cast the world away
An inspiring way to spend the day
My pad and pen are toted to this site
Where I’ve time to think beyond society’s fray
For you will find no conflict at this site
And often I linger here through the night
Nary a creature has threatened me here
Nature in harmony, such a delight
Written for John Freeman’s Rubaiyat contest and based on his lovely photo of
A dragon's scale reflects the rounds of time
her heart, the subtle beat of love sublime
a secret kept in smoke and ancient bones-
a tale best told in whispered lines of rhyme.
She flies the crystal skies in silent tones
a burning hope of love is all she owns
forgotten visions lost in endless tales
and buried deep beneath the cobbled stones.
Remaining true beyond the mystic vales
her longing for soul's kinship never pales
though crushing eras weigh upon her name,
her eyes still scan the blue where hope still sails.
The day will dawn when once again her flame
will blaze along the sky and one will tame
rebellious spirit, and her heart reclaim
from solitude's dark grasp to light's domain.
Night spills over the day like India ink from a well
bleeding into the deep crevasses of hill and dell
running into clear cold streams once shimmering, bright
painting Prussian blue the trees on the high chaparral.
Night edges the golden hour of Autumn days so bright
merging with the harvest moon, the solstice at midnight
melting in to sleepy hollows, pale and bloodless blue,
cajoling colonies of bats to bank and soar in flight.
Night caresses the winsome lovers silhouette.. adieu
as its hold is weakened toward a shade of baby-blue
A painter's pallet is the night of hues, shades of light
the sovereign signs of fantasy as darkness ensues.
*Interlocking Rubaiyat where the rhyme of lines 1,2&4
of verse one are taken from the end word of line 3
in the verse before, the last verse returns the end rhyme
of line 3 ;)
My trauma wears the black cloak of night
I breathe rapid, heaving sighs of fright
Wind is sucked out, my sails gasp in hollow air
Bronchi in knots, constriction so tight!
Descending darkness with its chill and freeze
Lungs pumping storms with a whistling wheeze
The drying out reservoir of sustaining oxygen
As I struggle to inhale fresh breeze.
Spasms haunt my black nights with an alarming persistence
Threatening to cut short the chord of existence
Draining vigor and vitality, gripping wind pipe in a choke hold
Viperous asthma spews venom with vengeance!
Panting, doubling over, chest congested with rattling cough
Breathless but determined I grope about in darkness, battling
Just one puff away from agony, I desperately rummage
Magic potion inhaler among medication, mottling!
The devil disappears at the first touch of sun ray
A little shaky still, yet I waltz through my day
Each unobstructed breathe seems like a gift from Heaven
Before night fall I shall rid the ghost off my way!
For so long you’ve been hiding from me in seclusion
Wise Muse, I must gasp as I make an intrusion
I know your plan was to lead me to such splendor
Now I inhale a spiritual transfusion
While struggling in a world of carnal illusion
I needed to accept grace for absolution
Stone mountains, yellow flowers and a cool, clear lake
Have led me to ponder thoughts of adoration
There are times when the world’s harshness cuts like a knife
We lose too many moments focusing on strife
Above those azure skies, our Savior smiles down
And leads us to an Eden of eternal life
Inspiration now flows through my pen thanks to You
In this serene outpost, my spirits will renew
Natural beauty is one of Your greatest gifts
The dawn of a blessed new age may now ensue
*Entry for John Freeman's "Rubaiyat Form" contest
Of bud bossed delicate; in its aroma much will enfold!
The turbulence of youth; also the seasoned and the old.
Tetra pedes, cross pages, sober.. in black, throughout the ages
Oh! to pass to others this understanding; and in bold.
Manifold are images, ‘thrusting now fresh into flower,
To awareness, of precious cargo; as in life’s laden bower...’
Penta metron sketch outlines, though imperfectly employed;
I reach to the stars today; as yet passes my hour!...
Translucence shows within the fading of life’s colour
As this continuing expressive awaits its turn, of another!..
My thoughts fill like pages, to blossoms in bloom
A soft falling, as petals; to your earth, my sister & brother...
To re-count of life’s possibility's... in the Rubaiyat form;
Melding its grandeur; to the bland magnitude of today’s norm!
Opening in its intricacy, the doorway to ecstasy
Playing many a cadence, relayed from its echoes borne.
Ever may its blossoms & completeness be flowering,
Entwining with the lines of the sages, to forever cling!
Refreshing the heart; perhaps a world? now tired and worn.
To a climax of prosody, does this weave of true praises sing.
© Joe Maverick.co.uk
I have added notes in the ‘To know more about this poem area’.
The beauty takes my breath away,
I know my kind will want to stay
On this new world that I have found -
It’s somewhere in the Milky Way.
The creatures of this wondrous place
Are scaly lizards, wild and base.
Such monstrous things must be destroyed
So we can spawn another race.
I take a sample of the turf,
Report the planet has such worth,
Then leave and freeze the world in ice
To kill these dinosaurs on Earth.
You sit alone on the shore
And play with the sand
My heart swells at your sight,
I long to take your hand
I send out gentle waves
that lick your dainty toes
Desire lights your eyes
Longing to leave dry land
Yes, you’ve heard my call
I see you rise and give in
Trust me to be gentle
Until your heart I win
My current is so strong
Able to sweep you away
In time it will be unleashed
But first, to wet your skin
Liquid hands are exploring
The curve of your thigh
It sets you to quiver
Emboldened by your sigh
Slowly, I move on higher
I smile as you gasp
You feel liquid passion
On breasts no longer dry
I can’t wait to claim you,
hands now are in your hair
I tug on the tresses
trailing your body bare
You resist no longer
It is time to possess
Ah, what sweet surrender
As I ravish you there
I glide and move inside you
In my world below
I feel the swell rise
My passion I now will show
I push you to the top
Light as a breath of air
I know you are ready
The strength of love to know
My waves come crashing now
Each stronger than before
You’re shaken in the depths
Swept by the mighty roar
I beat down upon you
You scream out your release
You ride each surging wave
Beg me to crash once more
You lay spent in my arms
As you look at the sky
Where the jealous Sun King
Dazzles to catch your eye
He reaches down his rays
And kisses your body fair
But you’re here in my arms
There is no use for him to try
Content, you let me touch you
And do all I please
My hands and lips all over
You smile as I tease
Slowly, oh, so slowly
You start your journey back
I’m left here to send you
Kisses on the salty breeze
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Black roses sprawl, to droop, then fade
raking tendrils of her attic’s shades;
a brief display which glints inked nights
only for time’s sake, boughs do parade.
How fleeting the luster of stems’ arms,
between weeping dusk and chilled sun
twigs crack like love's farewell --sad moon,
a wish-- the fragrance of bliss gone.
She digs mementos; gazing afar
perhaps to touch the light of stars,
that hide dawn’s lamp from memories
instead her eyes reflect more scars.
Though pain mocks unbecoming heart
a young bough nestles on ground's arc;
granting reprieve in place of tears
to kindle sparks for dance to start.
Night-Dark-Black-Happy Sad Contest of Craig
by nette onclaud
Once upon a midnight, ghostly,
Partied many, dead ones mostly.
Feasting in the graveyard, sprightly,
Black fanged werewolves ate, engrossedly.
In the bone yard, drab and squalid,
Apparitions (staring stolid
Neath the veiled moon, clouded lightly),
Sought fresh bodies, lean but solid.
Fiendish eyes shone, light and sparkly,
Ghouls and demons danced, so darkly.
Maggots munching mush unsightly,
Black blood streamed like ink, quite starkly.
Fetid flesh oozed, flowing freely,
Through the crypt doors, cold and steely.
Shadows, ashen, pranced contritely,
Ebon serpents slithered eely.
As it happens, all too often,
Zombies dimly closed the coffin –
Ra, the sun god, rising slightly
Hunger pangs were soon to soften.
If you ask, I’ll tell you blankly,
When you’re feeling dark and dankly
Come to where this happens nightly.
They’ll enjoy the feast, quite frankly...