I soak my first sip of my hot coffee
Watching the crowd,
That amuses my eyes,
I figured out different shapes,
I see faces,
Mostly couples!
Young and old,
The young are loud,
Speaking and giggling with sound.
Oops!
The crowd distracted me...
From my coffee...
It's cold now.
I glance another look over this mass,
To discover old couples,
Walking in calm,
Not even a sound,
Just walking hand in hand,
Smiling from time to time,
Seems like...
Years muted their sounds,
Seems like...
Their love becomes soo calm,
Smooth like the Amazonian river.
“Reality”
I am a Jaguar.
Brownish-yellow fur, patches of black markings
resembling of a rose.
I search for food
Stalking my prey behind trees, 5
But there are none.
I walked a million miles,
All for nothing.
Struggling to hunt
Bearing the brunt. 10
I am a sloth,
A sleepy sloth that is.
We are as cool as cucumbers
And as mellow as the color yellow.
Two-toed sloths 15
Three-toed sloths
We are all the same.
We hear trees crashing to the forest floor.
BAMM
BANGGG 20
BOOMMMM
It is not the same.
The same…it is not.
Our homes are destroyed,
Humans are overjoyed. 25
I am an Amazonian Tapir.
Related to horses and rhinoceros.
When young, white stripes and spots are visible,
Eventually fading overtime.
We are great swimmers. 30
Running into rivers
Away from predators.
Our habitat is shrinking.
I hear animals yelp for help.
Resources become scarce, 35
So do the others.
It is difficult.
Nature is a temple,
Representative of light, unity and purity.
Without change, we are doomed…including you. 40
It’s natural that Amazon
Will get some orders wrong.
If you’ve not had this happen,
Well, it won’t be very long.
A shirt in Large I’d ordered
Came in Medium instead
And a towel’s plastic wrapping ripped,
Thus causing it to shred.
With millions ordering online,
Mistakes, of course, occur.
Returns are easy so from shopping
Most will not deter.
Still, it is disappointing
When you look and ascertain
That the contents of your package
Will compel you to complain.
What a beauty I felt at dawn...
when touching your being
With the gentle warmth of the sun...
successive and deep dreams
fantasies spread around
of my being...
She has the holy fire of heaven
in the hair...fireworks
dancing like wildcats
loving like wild moons.
Her hair as black as a star,
her lips, fruits of Heaven,
her eyes, dark flames,
your round curves,
pure rapture...
Her full wet love
of primal fantasies and dreams...
And she hot like Amazonian sun,
flows the boundless river...
PS ... transcription of the poem O what a beauty i knew at dawn with interacao
and version Tim Clodsey, world poet
boy alkas poetry
her biological clock was ticking fast
but everything else was on lockdown
mail order had become her last resort
the sperm bank came to the rescue
mystery seeds arrived in her mail slot
she had not ticked all the small boxes
as she was an equal opportunity virgin
‘use freely and do not return to sender’
experimental design was the message
she prayed for immaculate conception
inserted the mixture of various donors
and awaited for nine Amazonian moons
‘triplets oh my God’ the universe was kind
dissimilar skin tone and allusion to peace
07th August 2020
An amazonian appears over cliff ledge
Looking down at her butterfly allies
To defend her they promise with a dying pledge
In the fields beyond her stone enemies arise
She leaps into the fray, grinding rock into clay,
The butterflies rally with glimmering wings,
For they know her optimal skills have won them the day.
That’s why the butterfly chorus now sings.
Gold glittering on all sides--bright, overpowering, strong.
The butterflies dance in the breeze heading her plea.
CRASH! A landslide tumbles and rumbles… destroying the throng.
All alone now the Amazonian cries…. Two choices fight or flee….
Slowly she arises once more
Looking out at her friends hidden in the trees
She’s damaged- a site to abhor
They betrayed her and now she has fallen to her knees
A light glows from her core
“Petra must be stopped at any cost”
And she lets out her strong feminine roar
Shantelle has defeated the enemy even if she is lost.
March 1 2020
Title Chosen: Shantelle Prime
Shantelle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
To encounter you in Cleveland
as if an angel drew my steps
into the intricate re-enactment of
an Amazonian forest
A glass tank with a caption that reads,
"Long- necked South American Turtle"
After intense staring into irridescent shallows
your shape emerges as a living abstract;
a turtle-seemingly carved from an
ancient tree bough,
your long neck, the gnarled branch:
your body an elongated burl
Nearby, a sloth, in an emotion
like sleep, does a slow motion spiral
down a vine clad tree
A creature (my memory refuses to name)
like a crazed artichoke
returns in endless typewriter movements
Eyes glazed, despairing of escape
I am drawn, mesmerized back to the
tank with its oneness of stone and log,
breathing a silent prayer to wonder.
Oh Amazonian tea
A demonic stigma precedes you
Your evil is in your wonderous healing
You adept unmasker
Ceremonious enlightener
Purging our torso to allow cleansing of our souls
Unbarring portals we've kept forcibly sealed
Transporting us to a realm where our recollection still breathes
Disentombing memories
We've spent a lifetime encapsulating
So that even our souls forget
Awakening questions we didn't conceive we possessed
Solving unanswerable mysteries
You hellaciously beautiful mirror
Exposing our vile ugliness
Clearing our selfish deceptively blurred vision
To definitively see
Liberating our murky minds
Exposing the vibration's worthlessness
To manifest the brightest darkness
Embodying authentic love
Allowing us to find us
By casting off selves feigned
And be nakedly unbound
Terminating the deception
Baring the overt essence
Pure, whole
And free
This is why I dare not taste
Because of the hidden evil
The monster who resides hides
With his darkest of secrets
Cloaked skillfully from the light
Never to be exposed
Again
she shakes
like a
plate of lemon
jello
a mistake
made by
so many poets
fancying
their muse
to be a belly
dancer
my muse
she's solid
from toe
to head
a nubile
nubian
amazonian
beauty
a tree bearing
such
fruits
firm mango
breasts
turned up
budding
cherry nipples
bearing pear
shaped hips
under her
fig leaf
hides
a seedless
fig
so
i don't
dare
to have
to eat
a peach
so shaking
her to see
what might
fall out
just nuts
A named Mercury plies the air
above his fountain
in the Phipps Conservatory.
Children wet their fingers
in the receiving pool
and stare
up at possibilities
that may enable them
someday
to match the blossoming
in the Amazonian Room.
Co-eds with athletic boys,
muscular Pitts and tall Duquesnes,
meander through
the scented aisles,
enlisting spirits of the place
to augment flirtatious smiles.
Wedding guests accompany
a bride and groom
who set their basic blue
amidst the foil
of dappled bloom
and celebrate their day
with words they’ve learned to say.
Then from a group home crowd
a single swain steps forth
and casts his gaze on all around
and asks the god,
“O where is my Marilyn;
who took my Marilyn away?”
I cannot answer him
and the god above,
as silent as a stone,
appears to have no power--
no balloons or wedding bells
or maps to Love’s sweet bower.
When the saddened lover asks again,
"O Marilyn; who took my Marilyn away?"
she appears,
not taken, only loaned,
to trees and flowers
and charmingly atones
for all her wandering.
Standing before the door,
she smiles broadly at her lover.
I see him see her.
Our hearts soar.
Lately tesselating thoughts
grin unnaturally
at mental gates wide open
to the mosaic of evil.
Is there ever a Requiem
that can sate the abyss
that craves a Requiem?
An Amazonian Gardener
for Death Valley,
their own self a Valley of Death?
Black coffee meltdown
walking down the street.
The 100-year-old bell chimes 11 times,
and I cross my fingers.
Her email was 77.
Like an eagle She soars high in the blue sky, fathoming for succulent opportunities in the vast financial landscape below;
Upon the tree cozy and lazy She gazes at the jungle of stocks, for the right prey to pounce upon, wandering innocently below;
Vulture’s patience She displays forever – hurry is never in Her vocabulary;
Sits on cash for years, She – waiting for the market crash long foresaw, She;
As an Amazonian parrot She has digested the investing lexicon – every word of He is a measured gem;
Wise as an Elephant she roams the market maze -
Remembering every lesson learnt amid agony;
Solitary She dwells; alone She hunts;
Prides and packs She abhors - ferocious tigress She is;
Selfish She is not – teaches the world what She knows;
Riches and wealth She wants for All;
She is a Buffett – Graham She is;
She is knowledge – value investor She is.
ANTE MERIDIAN
I didn’t have my coffee
I didn’t smoke my cigarette
I don’t face him – I am too bitchy –
so many words in the marriage
they come out like glazed ants
irrational “good morning”
I understand my womanhood
in an amazonian way
an I placate my own voice
in the exertion of waking up
he dances a kiss on my cheek
to peel off the numbness
and dulcifies the leap
from dream to reality
*Niafalls, the****** Antiope of Canada,
Amazonian, but not breast less,
***Snowy bosom like virginal gems,
Swelling lips moderately full,
Savoury odor felt all around,
****Crystalline throat striking the eyes.
Meandering, churning, darting, dashing,
Transformed from **blonde to brunette.
Here alluring, benign, attenuated,
There **corpulent, colossal, capering,
Practicing calisthenics all the time.
Raquel Welch in***** ‘One Million Years B.C.’
****Wily Cleopatra, the Scythian of Ordzhonikidze,
****Carnal Marilyn, matured Helen of Troy,
Venus in Aries, Mars in Pisces.
**Broad bellied, middle-aged, deep,
Now **bulging belle of Detroit,
Encircling the wooing Windsor,
Yet the Blithe spirit of Pelee Island.
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***I have used: Personification, Alliteration, Hyperbole, simile, metaphor and synecdoche :
* Personification and Portmanteaus ** Alliteration *** Metaphor ****Simile
***** Hyperbole ******Antiope
Some of the phrases are Alliteration as well as simile and metaphor.
September 14, 2014
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form: Free Verse
Second Place Win
Designed by Device : Debbie Guzzi
Spring make flowers blossom
In between tall hemp they look awesome
Awaken is insect kingdom
The buds germinate in speed that is hard to fathom
Whipping willow has leaves color of honey glaze
With its beautiful flowers sage will amaze
Summer is next phase
Tall birch seemingly eons old towards sun will gaze
But all this will pass when fall is in the air
When bears get ready to sleep in their lair
Wind blows through your hair
Reflecting the timeless wind that vision with you will share
Vortex numbers connects like spider web when it gets chilly
Cool breeze makes one dream of warmth and Amazonian beauty
With tall waterfalls and flower of Victoria Lily
At the same time going through chestnuts full park you feel eerie
Something beyond glowing crystal of spider web reflecting soul
And elements beyond that soul
Through nonlinearity like divine shadow elements will fall
And maybe just maybe I’ll crack a smile this fall
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