The womb of time.
It’s a comical concept.
Comical in a way of deflective desperation leaking out of the cage of my pores.
Comical in a way of pleaded abscond for an imaginative haze of a malformed paradise.
Comical in a way of plagued persecution to the oppression of my shards.
The indigo of the infinite blinds me with a clarity that deceives the wound of my dune.
The desolate certainty to my porcellanitic skin stretches in my ears as I surrender to fate.
The arch of my feet revise the pattern of the engraved, arctic fragments of your permanence.
I find my days blending together; a unition of the void’s contorted chains, embedded with the velvet coax of my blood.
The deliberate, eradication of isolation rings in my ears; a vibration of torturous branding.
The piano notes cry desertion down the hollow of my throat; an echo of futile promise.
The path of my violent fragility demands austere through my follicles; a frugal of fatal mortality.
The womb of time.
Get me out.
The womb of time.
Let me stay.
The womb of time.
Hold me forever.
More honor
in shame
than ever
false glory
The larceny
of time
cleft moments
abscond
Passion
untitled
prescience
but memory
Pandering
fantasies
prevaricate
long
Lost verses
of blood
all pain
in their letting
Remembrance
a shadow
of days
underserved
Redemption
a silence
that screams
in our absence
Placating
our fear
when the Sirens
— are heard
(The New Room: February, 2026)
What happens when we die?
Are all our lives a lie?
The lessons that we've learned
The love we gave and earned
The shadows of our memories
Beckoning our geneses
Do they linger as before?
Do they last forevermore?
What happens to our soul?
Does it stay forever whole?
Will it shatter into splinters?
As springs turn into winters
Do the echoes of our life
Challenge like a knife?
Remembrance of our goals
Shaping future souls
Is there anything beyond?
Or does it all abscond?
Space and time a mystery
In our human history
Out of a hole near a pond so small,
A baby frog gives a croaky call.
But mama frog is nowhere around—
A snake lies waiting; dangers abound.
The baby frog peeks out of the hole—
It knows its fate—no frog would console.
With fear, it leaps out into the pond;
From there, it finds a way to abscond.
It doesn't know snakes crave a bigger meal;
That hole is all the snake came to steal.
Who knows—a big frog might soon hop by.
Such juicy meal no snake would deny.
It's the next morn the baby frog knows
In a nearby snake, mama's soul goes.
Only luck will shield him from their jaws
Even if he hops without a pause.
Written: April 7th, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Crystol Woods
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When the river ascends, a vow holds true
beyond the dawn, rarest jewel
Resting hearts discover solace in dual
the suspenseful glimmer of love’s hue
Treasure life, abscond the fool
spoke the king to his queen with pompous glee
An eclipse unexplored, together we foresee
In shadow shiver, life delicate rule
The sharp edge of remorse is keen
commitments made beneath a sunlit, raw day
Birds turned with their wings to the bay
spirits are lifting where ambitions glean
Joy colors the sky in spring, so organic and few
gentle breezes carried dreams of fresh dust
Endless happiness, a hint on canvas will rust
an oasis was discovered as shadows withdrew
If there was no one
to believe
would there still
be truth
If there was no one
to tell
would silence
take root
If there was no one
to laugh
would smiles
be gone
If there was no one
to love
would all feeling
— abscond
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
I came for an important time
I embrace it wholeheartedly
It is written and it's mine
I'm enjoying every moment fully
To abscond would be foolish
I'm savoring this short, beautiful time
A fool I am not but I'm highly ambitious
Living, loving, and learning while enjoying peace of mind
I've practiced this moment 10,000 times
It won't go away instead, it magnifies in my mind
Late nights and early mornings... I know them
Working, honing, tweaking, and reworking... I embrace them
Put me in the game, coach
Silly, frivolous activities I have absconded and do abscond
Studying, listening, observing, and preparing are my fun
Battle scars, cuts, bruises, and bumps from practice...
I have them
Dedication, devotion, focus, and Yeoman's work...
I honor them
Put me in the game, coach
This golden moment I've longed to see
A thought, a wish, a goal, a dream is now a reality
Far, far away from before
Now, right now there is a new lore
Put me in coach
I'm ready
In the twilight,
Before the sun completely disappears
And the moon wholly appears
Stealthily descend the twinkling stars
To accord their magical power
to our night blooming Jasmine plant
Gasping the power, the buds bloom
Mesmerizing odour, their perfume
When flowers start grinning
like the stars shining,
The descended stars secretly abscond
And reach the sky to adorn
Aug -07 - 2023
On days I read…
O dread
The poets are dead!
A taste of bitter
A tatterdemalion squalor
A thread
that dangles
in black death
in the abyss
The art is lost
in those times
The craft
on a cliff
Words swish
then spit
without mystical scope
Spring forth
O poet
Prepare thyself for thy muse
the amusement of thy readers
If thy words
hang upon
thy precipice
let it be stupendous
spectacular
Let them peer
perch
leap
glide with whimsical wings
Fly, poet, fly
Nose dive into the sea
Capture the depths
of eternity
Put a pretty bow on it
or a ghostly hue. Abscond
into the spider’s closet
fiddle on the roof
hang on baby
until you're foolproof
ne’er perfect
leave room for edits.
So the albatross
went diving
but it is the fisherman
that is thriving
up, up, up he goes
into the blue nose
his line
divining
reeling in silver and gold.
Treasures
to share
No dread!
The poets live! Live it up to the end!
For all the friends who light up my life,
Whose presence dispels any strife,
Whose laughter fills up the room,
And whose kindness always blooms.
To each one of you, I say thank you,
For being there when I was blue,
For lending a listening ear,
And wiping away any tear.
You've shared my joys and sorrows,
And stood with me through all tomorrows,
Our memories are priceless treasure,
That I'll cherish forever and ever.
Your uniqueness makes you shine,
And I'm grateful you're a friend of mine,
Together we make a strong bond,
That no distance or time can break or abscond.
So here's to my friends, near and far,
You're the shining stars that light up my heart,
I'm thankful for the times we've spent,
And the memories that we've cemented
'Time's restless surrender is but a charade,
tender and giving, but meant to dissuade'...by poet
If Time has its way, we must surrender
to each moment passing swiftly beyond
But my preference is as contender
to own these moments: for I've become fond
of those I create and Time would abscond.
Time, quite clever, will often masquerade
full of sunshine while hiding in deep shade
Always pretending: a kiss and goodbye
Surrender is sought, but will never trade
Its fleetness for grandeur, for Time must fly.
Wistful, I think of things I might have done
Those days when Time appeared to hesitate
Instead I thought life was blue skies and sun
All those wondrous plans could easily wait
For then, life and I were feeling quite sate.
But now I understand: Time always lies.
Its future depends on ways to devise
stolen moments into those that beguile
and so we surrender to Time's disguise
and watch it fly quickly, wearing a smile.
April 7, 2023
for 'Writing Challenge--S Words poetry contest'
by Constance La France
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1st
It's possible, I've lived and died before.
My restless soul, a wand'ring vagabond
Arising swiftly, only to abscond
And cheat the soul collector at death's door
Each time, departing without memories
In search of a new life, awaiting birth
To have another human feel it's worth
A guide, inside, to lead one to their knees
It matters not to me, what you believe.
Beliefs are confidence in what's unknown.
There is no guarantee, except for death
Acknowledging a soul, a chanced reprieve
Into this world, from nothingness, we're thrown
Returning when we take our final breath
4/4/23
We are all searching for happiness.
To face each day with a smile and enjoy,
To keep our souls from sorrows and pains
But how do we find it?
Where is joy? Where is happiness?
Troubles overshadowed Bliss
Mistakes that ruin and pains that hurt
Friends that betray and foes that bite
Have made joy abscond and happiness elude
Smiles faded and hope waned
Purpose blurred and destiny staggered
Death struck and void created
With these we live and strive to be better
Broken heart from years and years
Tears from toils and toils
A peaceful day so hard to find
Days like this are truly a treasure
If only you can truly measure
Whatever your despair or your frustration
Even in your deepest sorrow
Even in your deepest grief
Have this assurance; No hurt can last forever
Tommorow will bring relief.
Rex and Rita went to catch fish,
Carrying with them safe steel dish;
Though did not know the art,
Both fancied playing smart,
Could not, yet, fulfill their core wish...!
Pond should be troubled - said Rex vexed.
At this Rita answered perplexed:
It's a dull dark deep pond,
With great army of frond,
Wherein dangers deadly refluxed...!
Rex got an idea brand new.
He spread pieces of bread a few.
Schools of fish soon he found,
Swimming quickly around,
Carefully then his hook he threw...!
A tiny fish like a tadpole,
Hung like puzzled and riddled soul...
Rita felt compassion,
Rex in sheer game-passion,
Shut the little fish in his bowl...!
They found a fancy aqua jar,
Kept their cat away very far;
Lo, she swam all alone,
Within shut marine zone,
Lonely and lost like a lame star...!
Rex and Rita, within hearts, felt,
That this fish will into death melt;
They left her in the pond,
Saw her swiftly abscond,
Went back home, joy within them dwelt...!
23 November 2022
Children's Limericks Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
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