Logging into the vibrant void,
just like a comet’s burning tail,
our awareness is still alloyed,
with egoic fears that make us ail.
Who attains when there’s no one here?
We are awareness, self-aware,
with body but an interface,
wherein both pain and joy does spear
but once ego vacates the chair,
we instantly imbibe God’s grace.
Making void-centric our soul’s stance,
synced with strobes of bliss magnetism,
mood and mode prayer, we advance,
transcending each religious ism.
In the land of glitz and glitter.
Visionaires film moving pictures.
Acting out their fantasies.
Through love ,war, or tragedy.
Who got hot between the sheets.
To rhapsody's elusive beat.
As a plot began to steam
Audacity, almost Obscene.
Humors truth, alloyed themes.
Viewers rule, Android dreams.
Rumor sleuths, Tabloid screams.
Future jewels on a silver screen.
Mercury
An Angel Having Recently Visited You
Sent back Metal Film
of Your Ancient shores
Cratered silver with loneliness
the Humming of Silver Tides
Or discs bent longingly
With long lonely empty looks
Disc crater eyes alloyed obsidian
Looking back at the messenger
With cold memory
Of the abandonment
Which bore their emptiness
In the insane heat of the void
And now leering livid
Yet recent in disdain the merging antiphony
Like arcadia from the ashes
For and through the endless night
And disenchanted contempt
Which bares no life
Except the whisper of Loneliness
EXORCISING THE ANGELS
Armed with lethal joy, hard chromed, and brutally alloyed,
with warmth and good cheer, I blaze the deep dark depths.
Down into the hole, laughter in the wind,
the water is cold as we ride the winter stream.
It's pirate time as the clouds steal the sky.
The heavens are gone, but I wouldn't know.
Perhaps the spirit fades in the daily haze,
clouds so low, fog so thick.
So what? It's to the frozen ground I stick.
In the freeze the flesh turns white,
later to shatter into the shards of black so final.
But the heart still beats, and the eyes still see deep
into the hole where the spirit dares not go.
So give up that ghost yearning for the heavens never more.
Who needs heights to soar when armed with lethal joy?
Broken-legged I march, new home sweet home,
with my bag of dead cats' bones:
Treasure trove for pirates sublime.
Hard-chromed and brutally alloyed
he fed the scrapyard hurricane.
Melting the metal, his brawn enjoyed
the splash of sweat cooling the pain.
The weight of the world discarded
at the foot of his furnace lit,
he struggled to make soon parted
its history, hard and fast writ …
… in twisted iron and mangled steel.
Stoking the fire, hellishly hot,
a cauldron of memories once real,
he freed the souls of things forgot.
Unthicked by his lethean flame,
smelted loose of its heavy years,
the once gritty metal flowed tame,
shiny new without smiles or tears.
Waters ... Whimsical and essential
Can't be destroyed
Energies ...constant if constantly
Deployed, somehow alloyed
Ancient witnesses
To us now, an ancestor, who gazed in utter awe and wonder
Watching waterfalls through countless generations?
Why, then, single out a singular discoverer?
We boarded the soulful train at birth.
We grasp our family will be our vassal.
Both of our parents will starve to death.
No one escorted us toward the gravel.
Our parents will debark from the train later.
Hence we're left alone along this journey.
Sprung people will be joining our tabor.
Family and companions are at life's worry.
Plenty will jump ship, leaving an endless void.
Others vanish so quietly we can't notice.
It'll be a train ride of farewell and fear alloyed
We must maintain a strong host alliance.
We are uncertain of our exit in this mystery.
But should adore, excuse, and utter our aware all.
It's crucial, yet we should abandon our seats empty.
We must improve comely memories for future recall.
Off from formal stage's pageantry
Collisions of pewter play tenor to horn
Vessels filled with mead, wheat-gold,
Foam. Monks trade lines with scops
Who tile a church, swapping agricultural
Know-how. The technics prepare
Bard for a solo harp song in a barn
& there’s to the Caddy’s tune gathering sway
Lost so unquotable. Nightshade, potatoes,
ions, herbs, good gods & the animalistic
Sex. From a source outside chaos:
Terms return thermal bundles,
Predicaments inside time's homophony
From alloyed spinal column. A donkey
Drags a blade through red sea's surface dirt
Meshed in with hay dank from contra-
dictory earth—these testimonies to greater-
Thans. Cyber sectors offer testimonials
As a means of convincing discerning surfers to
Bypass impasse & buy by following the crowd.
Data suggests but there’s this thing in hand:
A cattle-bolt electron split down the
Middle; a steel beam cut by narrow flame;
A diamond-footed tub with fresh extracts.
The first drops of rain, a herald
Of good things to come.
The mix of rain drops and dust
stirs...
The fresh smell of nature revives
the senses.
Natures cycle turns full circle.
The allure of fresh vegetables
Tingled up sensation of past
memories are revived.
It's a new season of fresh fruits
vitamins filled.
Natures cycle turns full circle.
The rustling sound of a mix of
leaves and rain alloyed in the
hushed melee.
How exciting the nature, change
produces.
Natures cycle turns full circle.
Hazy clouds billows spiralling
cloudward.
The sense of rain, sun rays shunted
out.
Hissing winds, swaying trees dancing
to the rhythm of the waves of the
wind.
Nature cycle turns full circle.
As dark clouds touch down mother
earth.
The release of sandy dust pellets a rain
of dust alas!.
At last the rain has announced its
permanence.
Natures cycle has turned full circle.
(Written 17th March 2015)
Constrained by the sober exercise of judgment,
And dignified by deliberation and privacy.
I yanked my soul out of its secret chamber,
And held it to the mirror of my eye.
To see it like a star or moon against the sky,
But it dwindled to alarmingly small dimensions.
Fate had turned and twisted a thousand ways,
From the standpoint of expediency.
Fumbling and stumbling in helpless incapacity,
I'm greeted with an alloyed chagrin and gloom.
Then I heard a wordless voice,
In language terse yet familiar.
It wasn't a loose and otiose statement,
Unaccustomed tears threatened my seared vision,
I'm overshadowed by a fretful anxiety,
By this innocuous thought, I'm skulking beneath life.
But if I shine brighter in life,
Reexamine fate, destiny and my artistic aptitude,
If I fail, die and remain forgotten,
Study the agonies of my conscious failure,
And remember me with this poem.
I bring to you no fragrant roses red
For they in little time will wilt and fade
Nor chocolate bonbons wrapped in velvet bed
Their flavour soon will wane the taste buds jade
No painted card with sentimental verse
Have I transmitted to delight your eyes
Such symbols trite cannot true thoughts rehearse
And may the real emotions trivialise
So here my love I stand with hands devoid
Of gift in substance that may please but pass
And yet my feelings cannot be alloyed
They shall not crack nor break a heart of glass
Love brought by hand can fade and wither dry
Love nurtured in the heart will never die
Marshmallow sundaes, painted in acrylics
radiate color of tulips in yellow spring sun.
To breeze silver moonbeam, fate favorable.
But for some, its sledging on a fiery anvil,
pumelled and pounded in smouldering coal.
blackened in orange flames, rasping for air
flames of inferno, hammers blow them kiss.
Alloyed together, forged in hearth of cinder,
kindled and reinforced, fireflies spark in swarm
A conflagration burns..to keep others warm.
Date written :4th June 2019
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
Contest Name: Pick A Tile, Vol 5 - Verse
Title chosen -Forged By Fire
SWAP MEETS PEACE--
Now reciprocal, is just the thing;
Separation divides it just bring;
War mixed with peace hysterical
Is just the thing now reciprocal?
War in peace makes peace brittle;
The social control that's really little;
How does the noise become fleece;
Makes peace brittle war in peace;
Often to keep peace dishonest ones greased palm;
Down, down, down into the darkness of the calm;
Gently goes the dreamy the muted they now cease;
Dishonest ones greased palm often to keep peace;
I’ve seen mutual happiness generation destroyed;
Feuding alloyed annoyed men now war employed;
In peace hunger for the cow and pig liver so usual;
Happiness generation destroyed I’ve seen mutual;
3/21/19
Swap Meet Poetry Contest
Quatrain poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Carol Connell
On a muddy moonless avenue
his drooped silhouette tugs
while the hollow niche of despair growls--
permeating a former soldier's anthem.
All dawn moaning, all night lamenting
with lost faith buried under clay--
robed in a cloth of delirium from a warfare furious,
blistered hands marking a smoked-alloyed existence.
Quarreling with ghosts, his eyes quiver
as black powder of bullets explodes
unto pools of flushed hallucinations...
unresolved wounds leading him into oblivion.
For Anthony Slausen: Black Powder Contest
11/13/2018
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Curves
Slow, cradled walk towards the goad,
Skin pink naked to the crowded few,
Light beckons the inner property pack,
Until the red is aphoristically bright said.
One body, one noon to habituate around,
One lapidary to bleed for tight inners,
One clavicle osmosis to two muscles,
Two refutals needed for the fame slat.
If society had a heart it would tick,
Anything for all people this or that,
Inside the other it would say alloyed,
Legal means not legal forgot to writ.
Rhoda Monihan
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